C16

Under the large plaque, there was a person standing. That person had his back facing the door, staring at the large characters on the plaque. Even though Liu'er and a few others came in, he did not turn around. Liu'er saw that he was short and round, and looked like a meatball. Two legs as thick as pillars firmly stepped on the stone slab. They looked like a stone statue that had been beaten by the wind and rain for many years, and had a touch of vicissitudes.

But no matter if it was a violent storm or a torrential rain, don't even dream of shaking him in the slightest!

There were two people on the left and right side of that person. One of them was someone that Liu Qing recognized. It was his Big Bro Jiang. The other man was dressed in blue, his hair tied up in a bun. The two strands of hair tied around his shoulders had turned gray, and he no longer looked young. He held a judge's pen made of pure iron in his right hand and his left hand was placed behind his back. The judge's pen in his hand was about a foot and three inches long. There was a dragon engraved on the body of the pen.

Even though this person was already in his prime, standing in front of the young and handsome River City, he didn't seem to be at a disadvantage at all.

Seeing that no one was asking, Zhang Ye did not take the initiative to answer them. He walked to a table and sat down to pour tea for himself.

After a long while, the chunky man finally said, "Could it be that ghosts really exist in this world?" He did not turn around, and his voice was not loud either. However, it was extremely ancient, as if he was speaking to himself.

Zhang Chu greedily took a sip of tea and said, "There really is one."

That person asked, "What the hell?" This time, he was asking.

Zhang Wei said, "Gamblers, drunkards, sex maniacs, money-grubbers, greedy ghosts, and another kind of people are also considered ghosts."

That person asked, "Who is it?"

Zhang Ye said, "A person with a guilty conscience."

The man's body seemed to waver and fall into silence.

At times, only the ghost in his heart could shake him, because only he himself knew how terrifying this ghost was!

After an unknown amount of time, that person seemed to sigh softly and finally turned around. Liu saw that his round face already had a lot of creases on it, like the ruts on the road after a rainy day, messy and deep.

He must have experienced something that ordinary people couldn't. Otherwise, how could there be so many wrinkles and so deep?

There was also a crocodile on the man's round belly. It was not an embroidery print on his clothes, but a crocodile made of pure gold. It looked like a button on his belt. The crocodile was about the size of a palm and swayed back and forth with the man's belly.

Liu'er seemed a little bored, as if this person really liked to show off. It could be seen from both the inside and outside of the hall, as well as the way this person was dressed.

It was completely out of place with the black words on the huge board!

Liu'er had naturally guessed that this person was the master of the Immortal Crocodile Manor, Jiang Zhong Crocodile. However, she hadn't expected that it would be like this. Ever since he saw River City, Xiao Lan, Bai Wen, Bai Wu and even the person who wrote the letter, he didn't think that the people from the Immortal Crocodile Manor should be like this.

Especially the crocodiles in the river, this was even more inappropriate!

River Crocodile's eyes swept across the people in the hall, and finally asked Zhang Jiu Zhi: "Then was last night's person a human or a ghost?"

Zhang Jiu said, "Yes, it's a ghost."

The crocodile in the middle of the river asked again, "What the hell?"

Zhang Wei said, "Death Seeker!"

The crocodile in the middle of the river seemed to move again, but its eyes were abnormally firm. Moreover, there seemed to be a trace of killing intent in them. Its tone was still ancient as it asked, "How do you know?"

Zhang Jiu said, "You told me to ask around." Then he looked at River Crocodile and seeing that he didn't ask any further, he continued: "I heard that the ghost cried in the middle of the night, but then suddenly there was no sound. Some of the braver ones went to the Qiao Family Manor this morning to look for him, only to find a piece of his face in the pile of snow! It was forcefully cut off! Some people say that your Immortal Crocodile clan is going to suffer, while others say that since someone is deliberately putting on a show, then these twelve lives definitely aren't the doing of your Immortal Crocodile clan … "

River Crocodile said, "Does this mean that even if someone believes you, there will still be people who don't believe you?" Zhang Jiuyou nodded, but Jiang Cheng and that middle-aged man looked at each other without saying anything.

Zhang Jiu continued: "You really should have personally listened to it. This letter and the one you didn't believe in were like two vicious dogs fighting over a piece of bone."

The man holding the brush suddenly asked, "What did they say?"

Zhang Youji replied, "The letter said that your Immortal Crocodile Hall appears to be righteous and heroic, but you don't know what kind of shady business you've done behind the scenes. "Those who don't believe it say that Chief Jiang has unparalleled martial arts skills and unparalleled benevolence and righteousness. Someone must have been jealous of Chief Jiang's fame and thus deliberately set him up!"

"Which one are you from?" asked the crocodile.

Zhang Xin put down the teacup in his hand, as if he was already full and didn't want to pour it down. He stood up and spread out his hands, "I am the listener."

He was indeed an Elementary Scholar. Even though he was poor, he was not stupid.

The crocodile looked at him for a long time. It did not know what it was thinking, but it suddenly smiled and nodded to the middle-aged man beside it. The man took out a heavy gold ingot from his sleeve and placed it in Zhang Jiu's hand.

Even if this person was a poor Elementary Scholar, he was unwilling to throw him away. He respected everyone.

It would make him more handsome!

Zhang Jiuyou took the gold ingot, then gave a strange, lewd smile. Now that he was rich, of course he had to go have some fun. He did not want to use this money to make more money by doing business, because doing business could cost money. As for finding a woman, he wouldn't lose anything.

Strangely, women also had the same idea in that regard.

He wouldn't lose anything.

Zhang Ye walked out of the hall in quick steps, even more anxious than before. The middle-aged man bitterly smiled. He then heard the River Crocodile say: "Azure Dragon, what do you think?"

So this middle-aged man was one of the four protectors of the Immortal Crocodile clan, the Azure Dragon! Liu'er had heard from Xiao Lan that there were four protectors in the Immortal Crocodile Manor. They were the right-hand men of the Jiang Zhong crocodile, namely the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

The Azure Dragon was a jade-faced scholar and had read a good book. He did not like to kill people and only wanted to suppress the enemy, so his weapon was a judge's pen, and his acupuncture skills were incomparably accurate. The White Tiger was a nine foot tall strong man with a tough physique. "The Vermillion Bird was a flirtatious and seductive beauty, sent flying by the crocodiles to find out more about her.

Before the Azure Dragon could reply, Xiao Lan rushed to say, "There's no need to ask Uncle Azure Dragon about something like this. Someone is borrowing a knife to kill someone!"

It was only when they heard Xiao Lan's words that the crocodile finally smiled, a very gentle smile. This kind of person rarely smiled so gently.

The Azure Dragon also smiled and said, "You're really smart. How can you borrow a knife to kill someone?"

In truth, his question was already superfluous. This was because the three of them had all thought of it. Only Liu'er had a blank expression on her face.

Xiao Lan looked at the confused Liu'er beside her. With a proud face, she said tenderly, "If everyone believes it, then it can't be quarreled. If everyone doesn't believe it, then it can't be quarreled either."

This logic was similar to that of a monk in a temple. All day long, he would knock the bell and worship the Buddha, and devoutly recite sutras. It was impossible for him to hit the bell and start a fight. If a few Taoists were to suddenly go into the temple and chat with the monks about the Dao, then this fight would be inevitable.