Picked up a dark secret martial world

Chapter 17 The Tragedy
Han Ze dressed up a little, put on a fake beard worth two cents, then went to a hat shop to buy a member's hat, then went out and called a car to go to the Zhenwei Escort Agency in the west of the city.

The animal pulling the cart is very strange. It looks a bit like a cross between a kangaroo and a deer. It has a single horn on its head. It runs very fast and can catch up with the bicycle.

Ten minutes later, they arrived near the Zhenwei Escort Agency in the west of the city. On the way, Han Ze bought some condolence items.

Han Ze asked the coachman to wait where he was, then he straightened his clothes and hat, touched his beard, and walked towards the south gate of Zhenwei Escort Bureau with the paper money.

From a distance, one could hear loud cries inside Zhenwei Escort Agency, and the smell of burning incense, candles and paper money floated in the air.

When I got closer, I discovered that the door was ajar. Through the crack in the door, I could vaguely see that there was still a mourning hall set up inside the escort office, and many people wearing sackcloth and mourning were walking around.

However, there were many police officers patrolling back and forth outside the gate, and passers-by were prohibited from staying nearby to look around.

Obviously, the waiter’s words about not allowing mourning halls to be set up were not groundless.

Han Ze came to the west side of the gate, where there was a queue waiting to enter to express condolences.

Soon it was Han Ze's turn. He handed over one tael of silver and silk gold wrapped in red paper, "Tao Dawei."

After saying that, he followed the condolence people in front and walked in.

Inside the Zhenwei Escort Agency, there was a lot of misery and crying.

The mourning hall was filled with smoke, and the faces of the Yuan family's masters and servants showed great sadness.

Han Ze in the crowd looked around and soon saw an acquaintance, Butler Wu, greeting those who came to express condolences.

Just as Butler Wu passed by, Han Ze grabbed his arm. When Butler Wu was stunned, Han Ze handed over a small silver ingot worth 5 taels in his hand.

5 taels of silver is not small money.

Butler Wu took a look and was immediately elated. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have had to laugh out loud.

Holding back his excitement, he asked: "Master, what are you..."

"My surname is Tao. Escort Master Yuan saved my life. I just came back from overseas and heard the bad news, and I was filled with grief." Han Ze looked heartbroken.

Butler Wu didn't recognize him at all. The person in front of him was Han Ze, who was kicked out by him three days ago. Hearing this, he also sighed, "Thank you, Boss Tao. Boss Tao is interested."

Han Ze asked: "What on earth is going on? Mr. Yuan's martial arts skills are extraordinary, how could he..."

Butler Wu's face was startled, and he wanted to say a few perfunctory words, but he touched the silver ingot in his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled Han Ze to a secluded place, and briefly told what happened.

"Last night in the middle of the night, I was sleeping in a daze when I suddenly heard a scream. So I got up quickly and saw the young master hanging on a pillar at the door of the side hall, bleeding from all his orifices..."

Butler Wu did not see Li Jui with his own eyes, but all signs showed that it was Li Jui who committed the murder.

Han Ze asked again, but Butler Wu didn't want to say anything more.

Han Ze then retreated and asked Butler Wu to take him to see Yuan Sihai's body.

5 Liang of silver is not free.

"You can only look at it from a distance, but don't get close. Also, don't make any noise."

"I know, lead the way."

Butler Wu took Han Ze and walked around to the side courtyard where the body was parked.

You can see from the holes in the courtyard wall that there are more than a dozen corpses on the ground in the courtyard.

Next to it, several monks wearing high crowns were chanting sutras around the corpse to save the souls of the dead.

Han Ze got closer and took a closer look, and found that the faces of these corpses were dark black, as if they were poisoned, and their faces were twisted and ferocious, and their death conditions were extremely horrific.

What's even more weird is that each person has several thumb-sized blood holes near their temples, and dried blood drips on their cheeks.

Looking at this, the brain has really been sucked dry.

Han Ze frowned.

In his understanding, things like ghosts are intangible and insubstantial. Even if they hurt people, they are only through mental intimidation.

I didn't expect that the weirdness of this world could actually suck people's brains.

At this moment, several people hurriedly walked in from the Moon Gate of the side courtyard, and the leader among them was Yuan Fang, who had saved his life before.

Yuan Fang fell down next to two of the corpses and cried uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, Butler Wu couldn't help but wipe his tears.

……

After leaving Zhenwei Escort Agency, Han Ze didn't go anywhere and went straight to the "Huang Family Boxing Gym" in the city.What Zhenwei Escort saw made him feel a serious sense of crisis.

Regardless of whether it is really weird or a trick, you still need to have some skills to do it.

The owner of this martial arts gym is the Master Huang who Wang Fugui mentioned before, who can jump three feet high. His full name is Huang Dapeng.

However, his successful Kung Fu was not Qing Kung Fu, but the family-inherited boxing technique [Chasing the Wind Fist].

Huang Dapeng is also a well-known figure in Longshan County, especially since the county is currently not at peace, so many young masters from rich families come to learn martial arts.

At this time, there were many young children in the martial arts hall, either walking or practicing boxing.

In the room on the other side, some older children were soaking their hands in some dark liquid.

The naked upper body reveals strong muscles.

Seeing Han Ze come in, someone quickly came to greet him.

Han Ze did not waste any nonsense and asked straight to the point: "I would like to ask Master Huang to teach me personally. How much does it cost?"

The young man in charge of reception smiled and said: "I'm sorry, master, he doesn't accept apprentices now."

Han Ze said: "You didn't understand what I meant. I didn't ask him to accept me as his apprentice. I just asked him to teach me kung fu."

Before the young man could speak, Han Ze interrupted: "Don't reject me in a hurry. You might as well ask your master. I am willing to pay 10 taels of silver for a lesson and ask him if he is willing to teach? If he is not willing, Then I’ll find someone else.”

"This……"

After hearing Han Ze's words, the young man swallowed the words that came to his lips.

You know, the tuition fee for an ordinary student is only 20 taels of silver per semester. That's it. Even those with no financial resources can't afford it.

After all, compared to tuition, eating and medicinal materials are also a big expense.

The young man asked Han Ze to wait for a moment, then turned around and went in to report.

Within 3 minutes, the young man came out again and said, "Please follow me."

Han Ze followed the young man to the back.

Passing through the rockery courtyard, we came to a practice room. The owner of the gym, Huang Dapeng, was boxing inside. The blows from the fists were so strong that it hurt people's eardrums.

Han Ze was very surprised when he saw this scene.

He had tried his best to think of the martial arts in this world as high as possible, but he still underestimated the martial arts in this world.

Just the punching style can actually make people feel uncomfortable. If a punch hits the body, wouldn't it shatter the person's internal organs?

By the time the punch was over, Huang Dapeng's face was not red and he was out of breath.

Even the breath in his nose didn't change much.

Han Ze was once again impressed.

This is the real boxer!

Huang Dapeng came over and asked with a smile on his face: "Do you want to learn boxing from me?"

Huang Dapeng is not tall, only about 1.7 meters and [-] meters, but he is tall and powerful, making people automatically ignore his height.

Han Ze learned the etiquette of the martial arts world, clasped his fists and said, "Han Ze, I have heard for a long time that Master Huang's martial arts skills are world-class. When I see him today, he is indeed well-deserved."

Huang Dapeng laughed loudly when he heard this. He was very satisfied with Han Ze's flattery and said "humbly": "I can't believe that my martial arts skills are world-class, but Mr. Huang is confident and he still has some prestige in Longshan County."

"Master Huang is too humble. It's not just a prestige. When I mention Master Huang's name, who in the city will not give a thumbs up and say that you are great in martial arts? If not, how could I be the first to come to Master Huang to learn boxing?" Woolen cloth?"

Han Ze beat the snake with a stick and offered him free flattery one after another.

Huang Dapeng laughed again, "It's such an award. Originally, I rarely teach boxing in person, but it's rare that Mr. Han is willing, so I'll make an exception."

Han Ze cupped his fists again and said, "Thank you, Master Huang!"

After saying that, he took out a 100-tael banknote from his arms and handed it to the young man next to him, "This is the class fee for 10 classes. In addition to other fees, please tell me the statistics of this senior brother, and I will include them later." Settlement."

"Okay. My surname is Jiang, Jiang Yong." The young man said very politely.

He doesn't take flattery.

But he has always respected rich people.

(End of this chapter)