South Street.

"Ahem——"

There were coughs in Chen Ji Oil Shop.

Living in this world and wandering around in the world, everyone likes to hide something, save a hand, and hide their martial arts. This is to hide their clumsiness, confidence, and strength. When necessary, they can be surprised, kill with one blow, and hide their names.

To avoid enemies, change names, change faces, or to deal with enemies.

There are also people who like to hide their identity, and Fat You Chen is this kind of person.

No one knows his real name. He probably opened this oil shop, which is why he got the nickname Fat You Chen. Or maybe he secretly manages the accounts of Tonghe Banks across the country, as well as the filial piety money from all officials.

He is extremely rich, so he is called this name.

His current condition is a bit bad. He is coughing. He coughs violently. He bends over and arches his back. He coughs so hard that his face turns pale. Not only does he cough up phlegm, he also coughs up blood. He looks at the dots of plum blossoms on the handkerchief.

There were blood stains, and Fatty Chen's face became even whiter.

Although he is a little fat, he has always been in good health. What's more, he has always been pampered and good at taking care of himself. How could he get sick? What's more, he is so seriously ill with vomiting blood and coughing.

Even the old doctor at "Huichun Hall" couldn't find out the cause, but the cough became increasingly severe. The first day it was just a light cough, the next day it was a severe choking cough, the third day there was thick phlegm stuck in the throat, and the fourth day, the phlegm was all over the throat.

There was blood in his urine, and then, just now he discovered that there was blood in his urine.

In just five days, he felt as if he had been ill for decades. He was terminally ill and sick to the core. However, the strangest thing was that he didn't feel anything. He had no pain or itching and no discomfort at all. This was amazing.

What a hell.

As if he was going to die silently at any moment, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to close his eyes, for fear that if he closed them, he would never be able to open them again.

So he has reason to believe that the reason why he became like this is that person, it must be that person, it must be him.

Fatty Chen's eyes were red, looking at the chirping birds in the bird cage, and said in a low voice:

"Su Qing."

There was a gentle drizzle falling on the green stone street, and it was a steady drizzle, and it was cold and cold. But just after he read out the name, among the streams of emerald yellow, red and blue umbrellas falling under the rain, he saw a tung umbrella standing there.

At the door.

"Haha, you haven't seen me for a few days, do you miss me now?"

The visitor smiled casually, standing under the rain-dropping eaves, smiling carelessly, holding an umbrella, holding an oil jar in his hand, and walked in wearing a snow-white robe.

"Su Qing!"

Fatty Chen's eyes were wide open and bloodshot.

"What exactly did you do to me?"

He almost collapsed and roared in a low voice.

In fact, sometimes death is the end of the world. If you die quickly, there will be no pain. But being so depressed and worried that you will die at any time is really too torturous.

"I want five liters of oil!"

Su Qing placed the jar on the counter, as if he didn't hear Fatty Chen's words, and was happily teasing the bird in the cage.

Looking at the other party's smiling face, Fatty Chen's heart felt inexplicably cold, and his tone became weaker.

"You did it, right?"

Su Qing walked to the oil tank to fill the oil and said softly: "I remember I said what I wanted before. Where is your sincerity?"

Fatty Chen's face was gloomy, a little ugly, a little stiff, but when Su Qing didn't even look at him, he gritted his teeth and took out a stack of things from a secret compartment behind the counter.

"This is the identity information of the seventy-two Blackstone killers in the capital!"

When Su Qing heard this, he turned around and took it, but Fatty Chen had no intention of letting go. He stared at Su Qing without blinking, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would suddenly run away, and said hoarsely:

"You have to get rid of the weirdness in me first!"

Su Qing smiled.

"It's just a little trick. I left a force in your body, but it's just a rootless tree. It damaged some blood vessels and will dissipate in a few days. Eat more good supplements and you'll be back!"

The fat, round face suddenly stiffened, then became distorted, then weird, and finally ugly again. It was so wonderful, and then he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "You are so insidious!"

Su Qing took the information about the killers and said warmly: "Don't say that, after all, I am weak and weak. If I don't think of any way, I will be seeking death against the Black Stone!"

"Now you have no way out. With the Chakravartin King's temperament, if you find out that you have revealed the identities of these people, I'm afraid the consequences will not be much better. I hope you are a smart man!"

Fatty Chen slumped back and sat down.

"Is there any news from Xiaoyu? Is there anything new?" Su Qing put the information in his arms.

"What's new? Those underworld masters are all dead." Feiyou Chen responded with a sullen face.

Su Qing asked: "How much filial piety money are there for officials from various places this year?"

Just thinking that he was going to pay attention to the money, Fatty Chen's body tightened inexplicably, his whole body trembled, his eyes became panicked, and he said coldly: "Why are you asking this? If you want to die, don't get involved with me.

, don’t think that you can do whatever you want if you take advantage of me, otherwise the fish will die and the net will be broken!”

"Don't panic!" Su Qing waved her hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't reveal my fault if I don't have enough confidence. As for you, you can jump out whenever you want, and I won't force you. We will be fine!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Feiyou Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice: "The hundred officials plus the squires from all over the country have almost eight million taels. In addition, there are water transportation, branches of bank branches in various places, restaurant industries, etc.

I collected about 30 million taels!"

"There are so many?"

Su Qing's face finally showed surprise.

"What do you think!"

Fatty Chen snorted angrily.

Su Qing nodded, without saying much, and after getting oiled up, he held up an umbrella and went out with his usual expression. He didn't even look at Fatty Chen's face before shouting, "Okay, don't give it away!"

"Bah, who the hell wants to give it to you!"

Fatty Chen's curses sounded from behind.

Carrying the jar, Su Qing walked out of the oil shop with an umbrella and walked straight back to Xuande Alley with a smile.

After locking the door, he looked at the information on the killers one by one. After taking a moment to memorize each person's appearance, facial features, and identity, the sky was dimming and the night was getting dark. He rubbed his eyebrows and sighed.

With one breath, all those materials were burned to ashes.

Su Qing's somewhat silent and deep eyes reflected in the yellow and bright firelight. He looked at the rapidly dimming embers under the fire, his eyelids trembling slightly, as if he was thinking about something extremely puzzling.

After a long time, he said to himself:

"Where did it go?"

Where has it gone? Where has what gone?

"Where did the money go?"

Blackstone can actually get so much filial piety money in a year. I am afraid that what he has accumulated over the years has already been weighed down. It is not a matter of dividing the country, tearing up the soil, and becoming rich enough to rival the country.

Su Qing's eyes changed.

King Chakravartin is committed to the palace. How can he swallow so much money as a eunuch? He lives in seclusion, not only to conceal his identity, but also to come and go in the palace all the time. To say the least, even if he eats delicacies from the mountains and seas every day,

I'm afraid I won't be able to squander all the nectar and jade liquid in a few lifetimes.

What's more, people always get tired of it. When you get ten taels of silver, you want to get a hundred taels or a thousand or twenty thousand taels. But when the money is so much that you can't spend it all, it's just a number at best.

Moreover, a eunuch who entered the palace at an early age developed extraordinary martial arts. Where did this martial arts come from?

Thinking of this, Su Qing rubbed the center of her brow again, feeling a little worried. It was not simple.

"It seems that I have to find time to explore Chakravartin King's background. Otherwise, I will always feel a little unreliable. It doesn't matter if I am good at martial arts. I am afraid that there is something terrible hidden behind it!"

The flames in the lamp are flickering,

Su Qing stood up, took out a baggage from under the bed, and put it on the table. He turned the fingers of his right hand and a short knife slipped out of his sleeve, and he twisted it between his fingers.

"Forget it, the first priority is to increase your own strength and see what the mystery of Rama's body is!"

After practicing martial arts to a certain level, the physical body will undergo subtle changes. For example, if someone is good at martial arts, his fingers and even the muscles and veins in his arms will be thicker and tougher than ordinary people in order to accumulate energy and exert force, so I want to take a look.

The secret of Rama’s internal strength can still be found in the tendons under his skin and flesh.

"Bitter!"

Looking at the shriveled mummy in front of her, like a dehydrated persimmon, Su Qing couldn't help but sigh.

His face was as usual, he frowned, and with one hand he was groping for the veins and blood vessels on the body, and while cutting the knife, the blade cut across it, just like a butcher cutting a cow, ripping open the skin and flesh.
Chapter completed!