Secret Buyer-Chapter 141 - 121: You Lied to Me?

"Because the rule of the Waiting Zone forbids killing, those people act without any scruples, and every year there are quite a few newcomers to the Waiting Zone who get swindled until they have nothing left but their underwear."

Zhang Fusheng seemed thoughtful:

"Then why is it called Beheading Alley?"

"Ah, that." The old butler replied, "A few years ago, people there staged a setup and deceived a Grandmaster."

"In a fit of rage, the Grandmaster beheaded everyone in the alley. Since then..."

Zhang Fusheng understood.

He released his grip, and the old man collapsed to the ground, with five bloody holes still bleeding from his skull,

The old butler then said:

"Mr. Zhang, you don’t understand the Waiting Zone. If you want to go to Beheading Alley, I can guide you."

"Coincidentally, the third airport to Chongyang City is also next to Louis Street, and we’re taking the flight tonight anyway."

Zhang Fusheng nodded cheerfully, lifted the trembling old man with a grin:

"Let’s go, have a stroll."

"After we’re done, we can directly head to the airport tonight."

If it were anything else, it wouldn’t be a big deal.

But the plaque of the Milo Celestial Palace.....

Even the renowned Lingxiao Palace is merely one of the many palaces and towers within the Milo Celestial Palace.

In any case, Zhang Fusheng felt compelled to pursue it.

It could very well be a Supreme Treasure that could anchor Different Dimensions!

With a simple cleanup, they checked out, and the group left the hotel, heading towards the well-known Red Light Street.

......

"Made a decent profit today."

Chang Youwei chuckled:

"Met a sucker, got a True Soul for payment, flipped five True Souls on the black market, that’s at least one hundred and fifty Residual Souls!"

Beside him, Sixth chuckled:

"These fools are really easy to con. Just collect some souls, exchange them for cultivation resources, and it’s about time we retire."

The girl in the jacket rolled her eyes, chewing bubblegum, and mumbled:

"I think we should stop while we’re ahead? If we encounter a powerful buyer and they notice something wrong, come after us... we’d be in big trouble."

"Hmph."

Chang Youwei sneered:

"So what? Can anyone kill in the Waiting Zone? The council building isn’t far; even Evil Cults don’t dare mess around in the Waiting Zone!"

The girl kicked an empty can at her feet, watched it tumble and bounce, finally landing in the damp corner of the wall,

She shook her head:

"Don’t forget why this alley is called Beheading Alley."

Chang Youwei and Sixth were silent for a moment, the former glared at the girl, anger surfacing on his youthful face:

"Stop with the damn jinxing!"

"We’re only making small change, unlike those deep in the alley who are playing for real big stakes....."

With that, the seemingly young-looking boy turned his head and glanced towards the depths of the alley.

Leaning against the wall, a ’Magician’ with a cap pulled low, constantly flipping a silver coin, sitting on the wet ground, and playing with six or seven decks of cards, the ’Gambler’,

And an ’Juggler Master’ leading a small monkey...

Those three not only have extraordinary skills and meticulous schemes but are also extraordinary Martial Arts Masters,

They are the old-timers of Beheading Alley.

"When will we be like those three lords..."

These three have ruined at least hundreds of martial artists, even causing them to sell their wives and daughters.

Chang Youwei sighed, stood up, and said:

"I’m going to get some food, are you coming?"

"Let’s go." The girl continued chewing her bubblegum, rubbed her stomach: "I’m a bit hungry too. Let’s fill our stomachs, then go scam some small money from a couple of perverts in the front street."

The three teenagers hummed an unknown tune, bypassed the three veterans, and proceeded through the large iron gate at the depths of the alley into the street next door.

The next street was the snack street, where you could find famous snacks from dozens of cities within the Golden Province.

"Let’s eat, let’s eat!" Sixth licked his lips.

......

"Is this Beheading Alley?"

Walking along sweet-smelling Louis Street, Zhang Fusheng stopped at the entrance of a dark alley.

"It is." The old butler nodded affirmatively: "Shall I bring you in?"

"No need."

Zhang Fusheng placed a hand on the old man’s shoulder, ignoring the woman winking from afar, and turned his head to instruct:

"Stay here and wait for me, I’m going in to ask something."

Chen Yuque and Little Child nodded obediently, while Liu Cuihua was still looking around, filled with curiosity about Red Light Street,

As for the old butler.

He reminded:

"Mr. Zhang, be careful. The three most cunning old frauds in Beheading Alley are all Martial Arts Masters, one of whom is a master with the second viscera open."

Pausing, the old butler continued:

"But it shouldn’t be a big deal. The Waiting Zone forbids killing. Just be careful not to fall into a trap when you go in."

"Alright."

Zhang Fusheng nodded lightly, taking the old man into the narrow alley.

Past the entrance, it was quite spacious inside, with many people coming and going, each looking somewhat quirky in their attire,

The air was filled with the scent of cheap herbs, and the blue stone slabs underfoot tilted and wobbled as if they might dislodge when stepped on.

"Oh? Interesting."

Zhang Fusheng commended.

He keenly noticed that with every step forward, the tilt and wobble of the stone slabs were fixed,

It seemed to be using some unique technique, with each slight wobble and tilt cleverly ’triggering’ something,

That kind of extremely exquisite, almost imperceptible sense of imbalance, accompanied by an unknown array, had a subtle effect of relaxing the mind and disturbing spiritual senses.

Even the crookedly scrawled patterns and symbols on the walls had the effect of unsettling the spirit.

Very subtle, well-hidden, but it couldn’t escape Zhang Fusheng’s current perception.

His spiritual accumulation breached the thousand-year barrier,

He seemed to enter a peculiar realm, acquiring an unclear position—something every Thousand-Year Refining Spirit individual should possess.

However.

Even Grandmasters could only live for over two hundred years.

Shi Zhengyuan accumulated so much yet only nurtured a White Bone Lotus Seed capable of adding a hundred years of spiritual accumulation.

"A Thousand-Year Refining Spirit can likely only be achieved by an Innate Realm."

This thought crossed Zhang Fusheng’s mind,

as he led the old man to the depths of the alley,

while sensing each particular vibration of the stone slab underfoot, as well as the hidden rhythm in every symbol and pattern on the walls.

He was learning.

And learning very efficiently.

Gazes in the alley turned towards him, examining this unfamiliar stranger, this external visitor,

Beside the wall, a middle-aged man with a low hat and flipping silver coin between his fingers spoke lightly:

"Here to find someone?"

"Yes, got deceived." Zhang Fusheng answered casually, smiling as he patted the old man’s shoulder:

"What about your companions?"

The old man glanced around nervously, spoke cautiously:

"No, they’re not here..."

Zhang Fusheng kept his smile, placing his fingers on the old man’s skull again:

"You have one more chance."

Cold sweat poured from the old man.

The silver coin stopped in the magician’s hand, the middle-aged man lifted his head, revealing an unremarkable face under the brim of his hat.

"Stranger, please leave."

People in the alley started standing up, even the small monkey with a rope around its neck bared its teeth, huffing towards the frail-looking young man.

They were united against the outsider.