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The night was as dark as ink, and the world seemed like an endless black hole, capable of swallowing everything. The mountains were covered with layers of ancient forests, and the occasional calls of wild birds made even the timid shiver.
After leaving the ancestral hall, the Ancient Sorcerer and Luo Tieniu walked back together, while Jiu Ye stayed behind in the hall.
"I need to find Six Ghosts."
The Ancient Sorcerer lit a cigarette with a sharp snap, his voice devoid of warmth, like a knife cutting through. Since returning from the military, Luo Tieniu had been in the village, and the Ancient Sorcerer believed he could find Six Ghosts.
Sure enough, after making a phone call, Luo Tieniu said:
"Brother Tian, that guy is currently at the Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse in the county town."
"Okay, I'm heading over now."
Six Ghosts was a key figure in this matter, and the Ancient Sorcerer decided to go straight to the source—directly looking for him.
"I'll go with you."
The Ancient Sorcerer immediately shook his head and said, "No, you stay in the village. Someone has already been threatened before; Six Ghosts is unpredictable and might take other actions. I can't feel at ease if both of us leave."
"Alright, then I'll stay in the village."
Luo Tieniu knew the Ancient Sorcerer was right, so he stopped insisting.
Watching the car lights quickly disappear into the night, Luo Tieniu's massive figure vanished like a phantom; no one knew where he was hiding.
Hongyun Tea House was quite famous in Wuan County Town because it had been around long enough—operated by three generations of the same family for nearly 70 years. Additionally, their food was delicious, ensuring a thriving business.
When the Ancient Sorcerer arrived, it was the busiest time for evening tea. People came and went in a lively manner; even standing outside the door, one could smell the rich aroma of tea.
Hongyun Tea House has two floors. The first floor is a lobby, approximately two hundred square meters in size, square-shaped, with four rows of large round tables lined up. At this moment, it is filled with people, bustling with activity.
"Excuse me, are you sitting in the lobby or have you reserved a private room?"
Upon seeing Ancient Sorcerer enter, a young waiter immediately jogged over.
"Dragon and Phoenix Hall, looking for Six Ghosts."
Ancient Sorcerer waved his hand, appearing quite familiar with Six Ghosts.
"Alright, this way please!"
The owner of the tea house inevitably interacts with people from the underworld and offers some tea money as a courtesy. Naturally, someone like Six Ghosts, a "celebrity," would not go unrecognized. So when the young man heard that Ancient Sorcerer was looking for Six Ghosts, he immediately bent his waist a bit more and led Ancient Sorcerer and Luo Tieniu up the stairs to the second floor.
"This is Dragon and Phoenix Hall, Sixth Master is inside."
"Okay, thanks."
After patting the young man's shoulder, Ancient Sorcerer walked into the private room.
In the center of the room was a large table for twelve people. Sitting at the main seat directly opposite the door was a person who appeared to be Six Ghosts. In addition to him, there were four burly men standing in unison.
Upon entering, Ancient Sorcerer showed no courtesy and boldly took a seat.
"Who are you?"
Six Ghosts's expression was quite grim; clearly, he felt that the other party was not taking him seriously.
“Ancient Sorcerer, from Luo Family Village.”
The private room fell silent as Six Ghosts stared intently at the Ancient Sorcerer sitting across from him, not saying a word for quite some time.
The Ancient Sorcerer was not polite either; he poured himself a cup of tea without hesitation.
“Hahaha, from Luo Family Village? Wasn’t it Luo Ning who came to talk before?”
“I’m here to talk now. I have only one question tonight: why are you interested in our village, Mountainous Area?”
“Who the hell do you think you are, talking to Sixth Master like that?!”
A burly man behind Six Ghosts suddenly lunged forward, reaching out to slap the Ancient Sorcerer in the face.
“Smack!”
The big man was taken aback; before he could comprehend what was happening, his right hand was pinned down on the table by the Ancient Sorcerer.
“Where did this dog paw come from, daring to reach out like that!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Ancient Sorcerer picked up a chopstick and stabbed it fiercely into the back of the big man's right hand!
“Ah!!!!!!!!!!”
A scream erupted, sounding like a pig being slaughtered. The chopstick not only pierced through the big man's hand but also embedded itself into the table!
“Get him out of here; don’t embarrass yourself in front of me.”
Six Ghosts narrowed his eyes, and the Ancient Sorcerer moved like lightning, definitely a master. More importantly, he was ruthless—he forcefully stabbed chopsticks into his own hand, something only an extraordinary person could do.
"Is this how you plan to scare me? Not a chance!" Six Ghosts placed his hands on the table and said, "Taking money to resolve troubles."
"Well, you need to have a life to spend the money," he replied.
Six Ghosts's face darkened; it had been many years since anyone dared to speak to him like that.
"You need to give up the mountain top; otherwise, the people from Luo Family Village won't be able to enter this county."
The Ancient Sorcerer said nothing and slowly stood up.
The three men standing behind Six Ghosts surged forward together, and the atmosphere in the private room instantly became tense.
"Young man, listen to me, don't act impulsively."
Six Ghosts sneered; he didn't believe that the Ancient Sorcerer would dare to act against him here. Even if he did, he wasn't afraid—he had a gun on him. No matter how skilled someone was, how could they be faster than a bullet?
"Six Ghosts, the people from Luo Family Village are not so easy to bully."
"Hahaha!"
Six Ghosts laughed loudly and said, "I've always been the one threatening others; who dares to threaten me? Go on, take him down!"
However, Six Ghosts's pupils suddenly constricted as the three burly men who charged at the Ancient Sorcerer collapsed to the ground in an instant. He couldn't even see what had happened.
Kicked the iron plate!
A chill rose from the soles of his feet straight to his brain. Six Ghosts reached for his waist to grab his gun, but it was already too late.
A powerful blow struck the back of his head, and Six Ghosts felt his skull slam hard against the table. A warmth spread across his nose, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Tell me, who sent you to collect from our village in the Mountainous Area?"
The Ancient Sorcerer knew that talking nicely to someone like Six Ghosts was useless; only a fist could make him yield.
"Hmph! I won't say anything. If I do, how can I survive?"
With a grimace, Six Ghosts narrowed his small triangular eyes. Meanwhile, his right hand slowly crept toward his waistband under the table, where an original Desert Eagle was hidden.
"As long as I can pull out my gun... I'll blow your head to pieces!"
The intense pain in his head made Six Ghosts tremble all over. If it weren't for the gun in his possession, he would have begged for mercy long ago.
The Desert Eagle was a handgun finalized by the Israeli Military Industries, known for being large and heavy with tremendous recoil. Of course, its matching feature was its immense power—definitely the best weapon for slaughter!
Finally, Six Ghosts felt a coolness in his right hand; the rough metal texture brought him joy—it was indeed the unique feel of the Desert Eagle!
"Kid, go die..."
Summoning all his strength, Six Ghosts shouted loudly and yanked his right hand outward. However, just as his hand pulled out halfway, it became immobile. His face suddenly turned pale, and then a scream erupted from his mouth like a ghostly wail:
"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Six Ghosts' face was pale, beads of sweat the size of soybeans were forming on his forehead, and his dry lips trembled as if he had suffered a stroke: his right hand was pierced by a Triangular Bayonet, and even more terrifying was that the bayonet had gone through his arm and directly stabbed into his thigh!
Blood gushed out like a spring, quickly pooling on the ground. The Desert Eagle slipped from his grip and fell to the floor with a "thud."
"Hmph! You dare to play tricks in front of me?!"
The Ancient Sorcerer wore a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, coldly watching Six Ghosts. He noticed the slightest movement of the other’s right hand.
"You... you..."
Six Ghosts wanted to say something, but the intense pain from his hand and thigh made him convulse, rendering him unable to speak clearly.
"Speak, or don’t you want to?"
The Ancient Sorcerer reached out and grasped the military knife embedded in Six Ghosts' hand and thigh, continuing, "If you don’t speak, I’ll twist it a few times!"
Six Ghosts shuddered; if the knife was twisted, his hand and leg would surely be ruined—broken bones and shredded flesh would never heal. The longer he spent in the martial world, the more timid he became. After years of living in comfort, he had long lost the toughness of his youth.
"I... I’ll tell you... that person is called Ono Ken Saburo..."
"An islander?"
The Ancient Sorcerer was taken aback, not expecting Six Ghosts to mention such a name.
"Yes... yes..."
"Where is Ono Ken Saburo now?"
"I... I don't know, I really don't know."
Looking at Six Ghosts, the Ancient Sorcerer did not move the military dagger that was stabbed into the opponent's hand and thigh, but instead sat down.
"Wow, there's actually my favorite Shrimp Dumpling here."
As if discovering a new continent, the Ancient Sorcerer pulled over a basket of Shrimp Dumplings that Six Ghosts had ordered earlier and continued speaking:
"Shrimp Dumpling is one of the most skillfully made dim sums in tea houses. It requires the shrimp to be large and fresh, and when you bite into it, it should 'jump' in your mouth. The skin must be thin, transparent yet resilient, and it should not break when picked up. It should look as white as ice, thin as paper, and taste smooth and fresh. No tea house with less than a few decades of history can make it."
"Well, it does taste quite good."
After putting a Shrimp Dumpling into his mouth, the Ancient Sorcerer pointed at the blood under Six Ghosts' feet and said, "I have plenty of time, but your time is running out."
Six Ghosts' face turned even paler, beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. The Ancient Sorcerer was right; if the blood kept flowing like this, his life would definitely be in danger.
"You... fine... I'll tell you... he lives at Southern Sky Hotel..."
"Why didn't you say so earlier? Why make yourself suffer! By the way, tell that guy I'll be waiting for him at Luo Family Village tomorrow. If he wants that Mountainous Area, he should come."
The Ancient Sorcerer leisurely poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all before standing up and striding out.
"Help!!!"
As soon as the Ancient Sorcerer left, a shocking scream erupted from Six Ghosts in the private room, followed by chaos in Dragon and Phoenix Teahouse.
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