American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The convoy seemed unusually large in this remote town. After entering the town, Qi Shan instructed the guard cavalry to take all the carriages to the inn to await orders. Qi Shan, pushed by the mysterious strong man dressed in black who hadn't said a word along the way, strolled around the town with his sister.

It must be said, this little town was quite prosperous. Although it didn't seem to have many people on the surface, it was close to the main road, and travelers usually chose to stay here.

Although the county town was small, it still had some city walls outside. The inn had some hot water and hot food, which was much better than sleeping in the open air.

Qi Yue's little face was flushed. After sitting in the carriage for so many days, she finally arrived at a lively place. She looked around, buying anything that seemed new and interesting, and taking a bite of anything that looked delicious.

Having scattered silver all the way, after a turn around, her sister had two large bags of things, all kinds of strange snacks and inexplicable trinkets.

Qi Shan also had two pork rolls stuffed into his hands. He tasted them, and the flavor was surprisingly good.

The two rested their feet in a tea house, inquiring about Wuliang Mountain from a shrewd and capable middle-aged woman.

"Wuliang Taoist Temple?"

Although the woman was past her prime, she still had some charm. She wore a floral apron around her waist and busied herself efficiently. It was still early, and there were basically no customers for tea. She took advantage of this time to clean up and prepare various ingredients, her hands never idle.

Hearing Qi Shan ask about Wuliang Taoist Temple, the woman thought for a moment and said, "I don't know much about it. Apart from paying taxes every month, Wuliang Temple doesn't have a strong presence.

This is what the people are most satisfied with. I heard that Longshan City, 200 miles away, has to pay a large sum of money every year. Whether you are doing business or farming, you have to hand over half of the money you earn. How can people live like that? Fortunately, we collect money more frequently here, but the amount is not much. Over 12 months, it is only 1/10 of the total, and sometimes even less than 10%!"

Hearing the woman stray further and further, boasting about how happy the people in her small town were, Qi Yue's eyes flickered, and her little mouth opened in surprise. Qi Shan couldn't help but shake his head.

"Madam, do you know the surname of the master in this Wuliang Taoist Temple?"

The woman pondered for a moment, and said somewhat uncertainly, "It should be Pang, because the Pang family nearby is very famous. They are truly great chefs and have a relationship with Wuliang Mountain Taoist Temple.

Of course, I'm just guessing, because we are originally in a remote place. Maybe what I call a great family is just a broken-down household in the countryside in your eyes, young master!"

Qi Shan was slightly stunned. Did tea sellers now know how to talk so well? Blocking you from all sides, leaving you no room to maneuver.

Even if this sentence were spread, it wouldn't offend anyone!

"Then do you know where the Pang family lives?"

"That's much simpler. Everyone in the town knows that the Pang family chef is in the nearby Mingyue Valley. It's a naturally formed small valley at the foot of Wuliang Mountain. I heard that the scenery inside is exceptionally beautiful. Every full moon night, a bright moon is reflected on the heart of the lake, echoing above and below, as if two bright moons are shining at the same time, hence the name Mingyue Valley.

However, I heard that the Pang family's temper is not very good, and their family rules are very strict. They almost never step out of their house. Occasionally, when they need to purchase something, it is the villagers who come out.

Young master, if you want to visit, I'm afraid you have to make an advance call!"

Qi Shan nodded.

After thanking the woman, he threw down a shiny piece of silver, bought half a pot of her specialty snacks, and then took his sister back to the inn.

This mountain was not too high, and the scenery was only average. Qi Shan had seen too many mountains and rivers. This plank road was only considered flat. There were some tourists going up and down, but most of them were woodcutters.

Qi Shan brought a large group of people up the mountain. He couldn't sit in a carriage, so he had to find someone to carry him. Two people carried a bamboo sedan chair each, swaying up the steps.

Qi Shan didn't conceal his tracks from the beginning, and he also stayed in the town for two days, making it clear that he was heading for Wuliang Mountain.

Logically speaking, someone should have come out at this time to ask Qi Shan's intentions, whether he was an enemy or a friend, and what his purpose was? Only after asking clearly could they choose how to respond.

But until the two arrived at the Wuliang Temple on the top of the mountain, no one came out.

Qi Shan's lips curled up slightly. In his perception, there was a huge cave inside the entire Wuliang Mountain, with many life energy reactions, while the somewhat dilapidated Taoist temple on the mountain only had a few scattered energy reactions.

It seemed that they were already preparing.

This was not surprising. Although the First Floor was not as large as the Dark Flower List, it was still in this business, eating the assassin's meal and doing the intelligence work. They would be the first to notice any disturbance in the martial world.

And during this period, it was not just a matter of shock, but the assassins in the underground world were like crazy, frantically chasing and killing the First Floor's manpower.

And under their investigation, Qi Shan's identity, purpose, and the small story between his sister Qi Yue and Pang Deyu, the heir of the First Floor, were no longer strict secrets.

Without a doubt, Qi Shan came to make trouble this time. If they were smart, they should have contacted him in advance, whether to kill him to eliminate future troubles, or to choose to compensate his sister and shake hands to make peace, they should have reacted first.

But from the current point of view, assassins are indeed assassins. Knowing that a strong enemy is coming to their door, they only have such a reaction.

The gate of Wuliang Temple was open. Although there were not many pilgrims, there were still some.

The large group of people poured into the temple, scattering the pilgrims all at once. Qi Shan sat in his wheelchair, looking at a Taoist priest who was dragged over, with a kind smile on his face.

"This Taoist priest, do you know where Pang Deyu is?"