Lu Xiaofeng followed Lin Lang towards the back hill of Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion.

"Speaking of which, Huo Xiu looks a bit like you."

Lin Lang turned to look at Lu Xiaofeng: "What do you mean?"

Lu Xiaofeng clapped her fingers: "They are both very rich people like you, but not many people know about them. They also have powerful forces and very high martial arts skills."

"The most important thing is that he also practices boy kung fu."

Although it is said that those who practice Tong Zi Kung with perseverance will surely reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

But throughout the ages, none of the people who have reached the pinnacle of martial arts practiced boy kung fu.

But in Lu Xiaofeng's view, people who practice Tong Zi Kung have psychological problems.

If a woman is so good, how can any man endure it?

Unless something was cut off, just like Cao Zhengchun.

But he also peed with Lin Lang, and Lin Lang was a grown man.

From this point of view, what the old man said may not be unreasonable. Lin Lang's perseverance is really terrible. It's no wonder that Lin Lang's strength improved faster than him. He admitted it.

Lin Lang retorted: "We are not alike, at least he is definitely not as handsome as me."

"And his so-called child skills may be the same as those of Yan Tieshan and Dugu Yihe, because they are all missing two ounces of meat. I am a pure man!"

Under normal circumstances, the people around those exiled princes are all eunuchs, because only eunuchs are loyal. After all, they are both prosperous and prosperous with their masters.

Otherwise, why would top players like Huo Xiu, Yan Tieshan, and Dugu Yihe lack women around them?

If there are no women around a master, he will attract more attention from others.

Lu Xiaofeng thought for a while, maybe the boy's skill was really just an excuse. After all, not every eunuch must not grow a beard, and the beard can also be fake.

He has seen that the fake beard on someone's face can look real.

That's why Huo Xiu doesn't like people around him, because he doesn't want others to know his secrets.

The two walked while chatting, and soon passed through the woods and came to the door of the small building.

There was a push sign on the vermilion door, and Lu Xiaofeng reached out and pushed it open without hesitation.

Walking into the corridor inside the door, they saw a word "turn" and the two of them turned together.

"If this is really the first floor of Tsing Yi, then there must be one hundred and eight traps." Lu Xiaofeng said, "I'm not good at breaking traps, and you don't seem to be good at it either, so let's just be obedient. He always

I'm sorry for hurting us when we didn't meet."

Lin Lang suspected that Huo Xiu had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

There are 108 Tsing Yi Buildings in total, and there are 108 people in each building. It is said that there are 108 portraits in the first floor, so this must be the 108th institution.

And Huo Xiu must be very proud, thinking that he is the best in the world in terms of resourcefulness and martial arts.

But the more such a person is, the easier it is for him to be tricked by his own cleverness.

If it were Lin Lang, he might also give a hint, but if the hint was true or false, the other party would not know whether to believe it or not. Then the agency could play a greater role.

Entering a hexagonal stone room, there are two wine bowls on the table, and a word "drink".

Lin Lang smelled a faint aroma. The poison was not professional.

The top poison must be colorless and odorless.

Even if this is not possible, the poisonous smell, color, etc. must be covered up with other similar non-toxic substances, so that people can't detect it.

Lu Xiaofeng drank the wine without hesitation, but Lin Lang didn't move at all.

Lu Xiaofeng whispered: "Didn't you smell a strange fragrance or feel dizzy? This wine is the antidote."

Lin Lang asked back: "I believe this is the antidote, but what if other dirty things are mixed into this antidote? For example, what if someone drinks the remaining wine or even spits in it?"

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

Lin Lang suddenly clapped his hands at a wall, and a secret door appeared on that wall with steps going down.

The two walked down and saw a stone room with a radius of tens of feet, which was filled with red tassel guns, ghost-head knives, crossbows and other weapons, as well as boxes of priceless jewelry.

Lin Lang took a look and saw that whether it was a box of weapons or jewelry, it happened to be one hundred and eight.

But next to it, there is a seat with four old men in dragon robes, all of whom claim to be the Golden Roc King.

The four people asked them: "Which one of us do you think is the real Golden Roc King?"

Lu Xiaofeng's face was dull. Why did he look different from the King Jinpeng who invited him to investigate?

Which one is true?

Lin Lang looked at them: "You are all fake. If it were true, you would have died long ago."

I am already a super rich man, and suddenly a man comes out and says that all the money you earn belongs to him, and you have to work hard for him, and you must not kill the other person if you let him go.

Suddenly another stone door opened next to it, and four people dressed as young eunuchs came out, holding vermilion food boxes in their hands.

While Lu Xiaofeng was still watching, Lin Lang pulled him directly into the opened stone door.

After passing through a corridor and opening a door, I saw Huo Xiu wearing washed white blue cloth clothes, a pair of broken straw sandals on his feet, and not even a pair of socks. There was a broken wine pot on a small stove in front of him.

Serve warm wine.

"Lu Xiaofeng, I knew you would definitely be able to come in. Is this friend Lin Lang, the commander of the Ming Dynasty's Jinyi Guards?"

Huo Xiu was still cooking wine leisurely, as if the two people in front of him were not top masters who could shock the world, but just two ordinary people.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the life of the boss of Qingyi House. How come you make so much money and don't know how to spend it?"

"If you don't know how to spend money, you can come to me. I'm very good at helping others spend money."

Lin Lang walked up to Huo Xiu. He was dressed worse than some old farmers in the country. Why don't you know how to get a tailor-made dress like him?

Huo Xiu: "..."

"I heard that Mr. Lin loves money, but he also has a good way to make money. You can't spend all your own money, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng's heart sank. Huo Xiu didn't refute Lin Lang's words, so he was really the boss of Qingyi House.

No wonder he is so rich, this is how he earned it.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Anyone who has tens of thousands of killers under his command and almost monopolizes one of the oldest industries of killers will become the top rich man.

It's no wonder that Huo Xiu is so rich and yet so low-key, because he doesn't want and dare not let people know that he is the boss of Qingyi House, otherwise people will come to him every day for revenge.

Lin Lang was unhappy: "It's my fault that I can't spend all my money. What I'm talking about now is that I help you spend your money."

Can this be confused?

Like many ordinary people, he hates those who are rich, especially those who are richer than him.

The money he saved at Datong Bank was only a few million taels, and the jewelry in those boxes just now was worth at least tens of millions of taels!

I don’t know how much gold, silver and jewelry Huo Xiu has stored in other places.

Besides, even if he couldn't spend all the money, just like Huo Xiu, he would be in a good mood just to look at it occasionally.

Huo Xiu looked at Lin Lang. Those who dared to talk to him like this before were already dead, and he didn't even need to do it himself.

"Everyone really likes money, and I like it very much, but I don't like giving money to others even more."

Even the subordinates who have been with him the longest don't know how much money he has.

All his money was earned with his life, even though it was someone else's life.

But if Lin Lang wants to touch his money, he wants to kill him.

"Really? Let me ask you, how much is my head worth? I'm talking about the actual money given by the client, not the price you told those killers."

Lin Lang wanted to know if his head was now worth much more than Fang Zheng.

"Four million taels. Fang Zheng from Northern Shaolin is only worth one million taels. Lu Xiaofeng's head is also priced at one million taels. You should be very happy."

Huo Xiu didn't mind telling it, after all, he was about to earn five million taels of silver.

Although he already has too much money to spend, he is still very happy to make a lot more money.

"Am I worth four Lu Xiaofeng?" Lin Lang was indeed very happy.

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

In fact, most of the commissions from Tsing Yi Tower only range from a few thousand taels to tens of thousands of taels, and there may not be one in ten years if they exceed a million taels.

He is the same price as Fang Zheng from Northern Shaolin, which has proven his status in the world.

But he also wanted to know why Lin Lang was worth four million taels?!

It's too easy for Huo Xiu to make money.

"Huo Xiu, or Shangguan Mu as I call you, you are already so rich, why don't you return the money from the Jin Peng Dynasty to them?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Huo Xiu snorted coldly: "Do you think I betrayed the Jinpeng Dynasty? In fact, it was the little prince of the Jinpeng Dynasty who was hiding from us because he didn't want to take on the responsibility of reviving the Jinpeng Dynasty. The money his uncle took away was enough for him to last a lifetime.

There’s so much to spend.”

"I'm telling you this, but I also need to talk. Keeping a secret is very uncomfortable."
To be continued...