Summon Qunhao

Chapter 70 [True hero, fake benevolence]

Liu Qian is undoubtedly an extremely lucky person.

He was the only one who survived after receiving the Hades post.

But he doesn't seem to regard this luck as luck.

In other words, the price of this kind of luck was too great, to the point where he couldn't accept it at all.

His family members couldn't get out of the fire that directly burned the entire Yang family.

So he wanted revenge, and he sent invitations to all the sects he knew, whether they were in Guanzhong or outside the Guanzhong, Jiangnan, Lingnan, Beijing, and the desert, asking them to come to Chang'an to help him seek justice.

These people came very quickly, within a few days, people from more than thirty sects had already arrived in Chang'an City.

It seems that justice in the world is glorious, and those who kill innocent people indiscriminately will be punished.

But what Liu Qian waited for first was not justice, but another Hades post.

Liu Qian was already prepared for this Hades post, and so were the people in Chang'an City.

The last time the assassination failed, there were rumors in the market that it was not the white-haired ghost who shot at that time, the real white-haired ghost was ambushing Yang Yanluo at that time, so of course, the assassination will continue, because the white-haired ghost has never failed before. He certainly couldn't accept that failure in name that didn't belong to him.

Liu Qian's life was only temporarily taken from Hades, and when the white-haired ghost remembered it, he would go to collect the debt.

And this debt collection time, with Liu Qian's own actions, was pulled to the forefront in advance.

Liu Qian is going to die, at midnight tonight.

The white-haired ghost will do what it says.

But Liu Qian didn't completely close his eyes and wait to die. He didn't die last time, so he felt that it might not be this time, and the white-haired ghost was not completely invincible in his heart.

So he invited all the sects he invited to the restaurant he opened, and even set up [-] tables of running water seats. He started eating and drinking before it got dark, until it was three quarters before the end of the day. Having made up his mind, he will spend tonight in the restaurant. He doesn't believe that the white-haired ghost can kill him with so many people present.

If the white-haired ghost really dares to come, it's really not certain who will kill who.

At four o'clock in Haishi, the clapper outside rang three times, indicating that the hour was about to arrive.

In the restaurant, everyone put down their bowls and chopsticks, and turned their eyes to the door.

The door of the restaurant is naturally not closed, it is wide open, just waiting for the people who want to come.

An inward-facing window on the second floor of the restaurant was also quietly opened, and someone was looking out through the gap. This person was none other than Brother Zijin, a loyal supporter of the white-haired ghost. Yulou posted another Hades post, and hurriedly ran to the Jinlou to place a bet. By the way, he inquired about the news, and found out that it was Liu Qian who the white-haired ghost was going to kill this time, and Liu Qian specially invited a lot of helpers to deal with it. The restaurant was waiting for him, so he immediately used his connections to get someone to help him set up a private room, and then he brought those friends who didn't believe in the power of the white-haired ghost.

"I said Zijin, the hour is here, and the white-haired ghost hasn't shown up yet. It seems that he won't come. Let's go quickly. This kind of right and wrong place is not something we should stay for a long time." A friend waited. I became impatient, and immediately began to urge Brother Zijin. They are all businessmen. They have nothing to do with these people, but if something happens, they will always suffer.

"Yeah Zijin, let's go, I'm sleepy, look at the battle downstairs, don't say it's a white-haired ghost, even the real King of Hades has to be scared away? This Lao Shizi white-haired ghost I must not be able to come, let's go, I want to sleep with my new concubine." Someone echoed.

"Zijin, can we trust you? Let's go." Someone even compromised.

"Don't talk, the white-haired ghost never arrives early, will never miss an appointment, will not be afraid, and doesn't need your false approval. You just need to keep your eyes open and look carefully. He just arrived at this time. He will definitely Come." Brother Zijin couldn't stand others questioning the white-haired ghost, so he immediately refuted it.

And it was at this time that he found that the breathing of the people downstairs was somewhat depressed.

The white-haired ghost is here!
The white-haired ghost has indeed come.

He walked in through the gate step by step.

With a white face of impermanence, he was dressed in white clothes that surpassed the snow. With his hands behind his back, he walked step by step towards Liu Qian who was sitting in the center of the entire restaurant lobby.

The Jianghu guest invited by Liu Qian was not annoyed when he saw the white-haired ghost as if he had entered the land of no one. He just wanted to slap the table and yelled loudly, but when he wanted to do so, he felt inexplicably surrounded by him. The surrounding air seemed to be compressed, and I couldn't breathe, and then the impulse disappeared.

He was not the only one who felt this way. There were seven or eight other people who moved their shoulders and were about to stand up, but they were inexplicably suppressed, as if an invisible hand was pressing on their shoulders.

Then the white-haired ghost walked up to Liu Qian and sat down.

"Hahahahahaha!" Liu Qian didn't know why no one had spoken up to now. He had no choice but to laugh a few times to embolden himself, "Ghost with white hair, tonight is the way to heaven, if you don't go, there is no way to hell. Come here to vote, this place is full of heroes, what can you do to me?"

"Mr. Liu..." the white-haired ghost spoke, his voice fluctuating high and low, sharp and hoarse. If you can keep it for the second time, why bother?"

"Ghost with white hair, don't talk too much!" Liu Qian jumped up when he heard the words, "My whole family is lost at your hands. If I don't take revenge, I swear I won't be human!"

He opened his mouth angrily, but he didn't realize that the whole restaurant was silent, and no one responded to him.

"Draw your knife." The white-haired ghost picked up the flagon on the table and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Okay!" Liu Qian looked up and looked around, but there was still no response. His anger grew stronger, with a knife in his hand, and his eyes were like demons.

Liu Qian's ability to gain a foothold in Chang'an is of course not due to his reputation. He has a series of knives in one hand. Even more advantageous, he saw that the white-haired ghost was still unable to get up, so he drew his sword directly.

"Chulang—" the knife sounded.

The knife was fast, and before the white-haired ghost got up, everyone's eyes widened. Liu Qian had a good chance.

Then the sound of the knife fell, and Liu Qian's head shot up into the sky, then fell to the ground, bounced twice on the ground, and spun around, his eyes were wide open, as if he didn't understand why until he died.

What's even more strange is that no drop of blood spewed out, and a thick layer of frost sealed Liu Qian's neck. His headless body stood there, holding the knife for a long time, before slowly falling down. On the ground, there was a crisp clanging sound.

Still no one got up, it seemed that there were not that many people in the whole restaurant.

"Mr. Liu is a real hero, you are all hypocrites." The white-haired ghost picked up the wine bowl and drank the wine in the bowl, saying, "Good wine."

"Farewell."

He got up, walked towards the door step by step, and walked out, just like when he came.

Still no one got up, and everyone's throats seemed to be choked.

It was not until a long time later that someone gasped loudly, then got up with a weapon and walked out the door quickly.

Then, more people left, and no one spoke.

Soon, the entire restaurant was empty.

Only in the private room on the second floor, brother Zijin danced and drank while laughing heartily and said, "You see, you see, I said, how could a white-haired ghost lose? This is the real the white-haired ghost!"

And the others looked downstairs from time to time, and looked at each other in blank dismay. They still couldn't believe that all of this was actually true.

Liu Qian actually died, in full view.

That white-haired ghost really has the ability to take people's heads, like picking things out of a bag.

What kind of terrifying sword technique is that that can't even see the light of the knife?
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Second more.

Take a break and continue to the third change. Since I promised the old man in purgatory, I will naturally do it.

Wait a minute.

(End of this chapter)