Beast Taming: I gained the talent of a spirit pet

Gu Yuan pondered in place, slowly savoring his recent insights, feeling he had gained a deeper understanding of the swordplay manual.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Just then, Gu Yuan heard Ah Huang's call in his mind. Immediately afterward, a scene as seen from Ah Huang's perspective was transmitted to him.

Several furtive figures appeared at the back door of the Qian residence. A closer look revealed that these people had bamboo leaf patterns embroidered on their chests, clearly members of the Green Bamboo Gang!

These people were also dragging a bulging black cloth bag. Judging by its shape, it seemed to contain a person.

Following a rhythm of three longs and two shorts, they knocked on the door five times.

Creak—

The back door was opened by someone. Two men dressed as servants came out, looking wary. Only after seeing some familiar faces did they relax slightly.

After a few words were exchanged, one of the servants took out a money bag and tossed it to the Green Bamboo Gang members, who nodded with smiles, left the black cloth bag behind, and hurriedly left.

… …

"So it really is related to the Qian residence…"

Gu Yuan was first surprised, then sneered, and ordered Ah Huang to enter the Qian residence and keep watch.

These days, he had Ah Huang and Big Mouth keeping an eye on the Qian residence, one at the front door and one at the back.

Ah Huang and Big Mouth were small and inconspicuous, good at tailing people, and naturally wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

Now, he had indeed discovered something suspicious!

Next, through Ah Huang's vision, Gu Yuan saw the two servants carry the black cloth bag into a room, and then guard it inside.

Seeing that the two had no other actions, Gu Yuan was not surprised and patiently continued to observe their every move.

It wasn't until evening that the two carried the black cloth bag out of the room. By this time, an inconspicuous carriage was already waiting outside the back door of the Qian residence.

The two worked together to throw the black cloth bag onto the carriage and followed suit.

During this time, they only exchanged a gesture with the coachman.

The coachman nodded, didn't say a word, waved his whip, and drove away.

Gu Yuan carefully examined through Ah Huang's vision and noticed something.

This coachman was actually deaf and mute!

Obviously, such a person was more discreet than ordinary people.

Gu Yuan no longer hesitated. The bones in his body crackled and popped, and his body underwent some changes.

His frame became broader, taller, and thinner.

Even the features on his face became more mature and stern, his eyebrows slanted into his temples like swords, and his eyes were indifferent and cold, sharp as swords!

The persona of Yan Shisan officially debuted!

The carriage took advantage of the night to leave North Liang City.

Ah Huang followed behind, while Gu Yuan, who had changed into black clothes, followed closely behind Ah Huang.

After leaving the city, they arrived in a desolate wilderness where the carriage stopped.

The two servants dragged the black cloth bag down. The person inside seemed to have woken up and was making "woo, woo, woo" sounds, trying to struggle, but one of the servants punched him hard in the stomach a few times, and he became quiet.

Then, the three came near a cave.

The cave was dark, like the open mouth of a demon.

Especially at night, with the surrounding cold wind howling and a faint mist spreading, it added to the eerie atmosphere.

Tap… Tap… Tap…

With the sound of light footsteps, a figure walked out from the side.

The person was a middle-aged man.

This man was neither tall nor short, neither thin nor fat, with ordinary features, except for a pair of eyes that revealed a hint of coldness.

On his arm hung a pair of iron claws, cold and gleaming with a faint green light.

"Qing Ping, another enshrinement of the Qian residence?"

Seeing this person, especially the pair of obviously poisoned iron claws on his arm, Gu Yuan recalled the information Wu Guanjia had mentioned.

The Qian residence had two enshrined experts, Qian Fengping and Qing Ping.

The former was skilled in palm techniques, his 'Great Stele Shattering Hand' being incomparably fierce, but he had already been killed by him.

As for the latter, he was once a notorious Jianghu bandit, later recruited by the Qian residence. He was skilled with a pair of iron claws, coated with deadly poison, guaranteeing death upon contact, and had quite a reputation for ruthlessness.

That should be the middle-aged man with the iron claws strapped to his arm.

"Have you brought what the young master wants?"

Qing Ping's voice was calm and low, but it sounded as if insects were crawling in people's ears, making people feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Greetings, Steward Qing! The person the young master wants is here!"

Seeing Qing Ping, the two tall and sturdy servants were so frightened that their legs became a little weak. After respectfully saluting, they tore open the black cloth bag, revealing a man who was tied up tightly and had a bruised and swollen face, his mouth stuffed with a rag.

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This man was tall and muscular, obviously a martial artist, and not an ordinary one. At least he was a martial artist in the Muscle Refining stage.

One of them explained with a flattering smile:

"Steward Qing, this person is a solitary martial artist from the neighboring county. He has already completed Muscle Refining and always acts alone, so even if he disappears, it will definitely not attract anyone's attention for a while."

"Yes, not bad."

Qing Ping casually praised, then took a few steps forward, grabbed the martial artist, and led him towards the cave:

"You two can leave now."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

The two were relieved and responded, turning around and jumping onto the carriage as if fleeing, patting the coachman's shoulder and urging him to leave quickly.

Seeing the carriage drive away, Qing Ping came to the front of the cave.

At this time, a cold wind happened to blow out from inside.

Faintly, one could even hear the wailing sounds of ghosts and wolves.

Qing Ping, who had been quite indifferent and arrogant in front of the two servants just now, now had a hint of fear in his eyes. Seeming to have thought of something, he shivered and then tried to make his voice as calm as possible, respectfully saying:

"Young Master, I have brought what you wanted."

"Good, send him in."

After a moment, a voice slowly rang out, clear and magnetic, and just listening to the voice, one could almost determine that the owner of this voice must be a handsome man.

However, listening to this voice, Gu Yuan clearly heard a hint of evil.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Qing Ping escorted the martial artist into the cave, and after turning a few corners, came to the depths of the cave.

Inside, torches were lit, and the flickering flames rendered the cave a dim yellow.

A tall, handsome young master was sitting cross-legged on a snow-white blanket.

He was dressed in luxurious clothes, his eyes were slightly closed, and he exuded a cold and powerful aura.

Closer inspection revealed that his body surface was entwined with wisps of black gas like thick smoke, like thick smoke.

In the corner behind him, a pile of dried corpses were piled up haphazardly.

These dried corpses were withered like decayed wood, their skin very rough, full of wrinkles, clinging to the bones, as if they had been exposed to centuries of wind and sun, and all the moisture and essence in their bodies seemed to have been squeezed dry.

The twisted faces of the dead still retained the colors of fear, shock, resentment, and pain from their lives.