Mortal Immortal Gourd

The entire Qingzhou used to have a large population. According to some household registers and books, there were about 10 to 20 million people.

For a long time in the past, there were many people and little land. Tenants had to go to the landlords to give gifts and beg for mercy in order to rent a few acres of thin land to make a living.

However, after the last chaos, nine out of ten households in Qingzhou were empty.

Most of the population died in the war and became the cultivation resources of evil practitioners.

The remaining millions of people only had more arable land, but the officials had so much to spend that they could only add some taxes to these people.

Fortunately, Sanyang County had a great and honest official, so these people all fled to Sanyang County, and they couldn't be stopped even if they were beheaded.

Xia Qingshan gave a one-month deadline, and Er Gouzi did not raise the rent according to Xia Qingshan's request.

Anyway, even if he succumbed to the Xia family this time, what would he do next time?

Although he was a little honest and a little stupid, he actually saw that the Longxing Holy Emperor wanted to use him as a gun to contain the Xia family.

He can ignore Xia Mingyuan's instructions now, because he has the emperor's support behind him.

Once his gun is no longer useful, it's time to be abandoned.

At the same time, the Xia family must be disgusted with him and want to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Even if it's over this time, there will be the next time, and the next time.

Since Xia Qingshan left, time has passed day by day, and the one-month deadline is coming.

One day, Er Gouzi was still on Shekou Mountain, and suddenly saw a house below on fire.

He jumped down from the top of the mountain and landed at the foot of the mountain.

Qiuyue and the others were already putting out the fire, and the fire was not very big.

Er Gouzi was worried that someone was deliberately making trouble, so he spread his consciousness and searched carefully.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind him and stabbed him with a sword.

Er Gouzi threw Xiao Hei, who was in his arms, back and easily blocked the sword.

Xiao Hei continued to sleep soundly and did not wake up.

After the black shadow stabbed with a sword, it had already jumped three feet away.

The man was wearing a black cloak and a mask on his face, so his appearance could not be seen.

However, it seemed that he was only at the late stage of foundation building.

Er Gouzi snorted coldly, sending a late stage of foundation building here, he looked down on himself too much.

He had already drawn the door panel sword and was about to split the man in half.

However, before he chopped the sword,

the black-clothed man threw a stone over, and it turned into a bloody light and fled into the distance.

After chasing for more than ten miles, he completely lost the trace of this man.

When he turned around, Qiuyue picked up the stone that the black-clothed man had just thrown and handed it to Er Gouzi.

"Boss, look!"

I saw that the outer layer of the stone was wrapped with a piece of paper.

Spreading out the outer paper, I saw more than ten lines of handwriting on it.

"Three days later, three people will come to assassinate.

Black-clad assassin No. 28: late stage of foundation building, good at hiding, lurking, and raiding...

Black-clad assassin No. 29: early stage of foundation building, good at poisoning...

Black-clad assassin No. 30: unknown cultivation, good at disguise...

...

Take care!"

Er Gouzi took the paper and read it over and over for a long time.

In fact, he had known that the Xia family wanted to kill him a long time ago, and he didn't feel strange at all about the assassination in three days.

Now he is very curious why there are kind people who secretly send him information. Who could it be?

Looking at the information about the assassin on this note, he must be someone inside the other party.

Er Gouzi is not good at speaking and socializing. He has few friends, and he doesn't even have a good friend inside the Xia family.

There is no friend like this who can risk his life to send a message.

As for the undercovers he planted, they are all cowards who are greedy for life and death, and it is impossible for them to risk their lives to send a message.

Moreover, these undercover agents did not know the identity of Hu Lao Mo at all, and it was even more impossible for them to take the initiative to help him.

Each of these assassins had no name, only a number. This was an organization that he had never known before.

Looking at the handwriting on the paper, it was very neat and square, and it was impossible to tell who wrote it.

However, the people sent by the Xia family to assassinate him were all foundation-building cultivators, which made him feel much more at ease.

The Xia family probably didn't know that his dantian was eight feet and five inches long, and didn't know that he could cut the golden elixir with one sword, and just regarded him as an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

Since someone was going to assassinate him in three days, he could just wait with peace of mind.

He waited calmly for three days.

But after three days, he waited stupidly for a whole day, and there was no movement, and no one came to kill him.

The 4th day, the 5th day, the 6th day...

Er Gouzi sat on the top of the mountain honestly every day.

Waiting for the assassin to kill him...

However, the assassin seemed to have stood him up and never showed up, which made him wait anxiously.

Don't these assassins have any sense of time?

Killing someone and still being late.

It's not a good idea to keep waiting like this.

Because he can't concentrate on other things, it's a waste of time.

He now governs Sanyang County with millions of people, and he also has to manage the black market.

He also has to show up at the demon side occasionally, and he also has to use the identity of Hu Lao Mo occasionally.

He is very busy, and taking time out to wait for these killers has given them great respect.

That day, Er Gouzi still sat honestly on the top of the mountain, waiting for the assassin to kill him, feeling a little bored.

Just then, there was a noise at the foot of the mountain, as if someone had died.

Er Gouzi stood up, rode on the big white goose and flew down the mountain.

"Boss, many people have been poisoned."

Qiuyue hurried to Er Gouzi to report.

"What's the situation?"

"Many people were poisoned early this morning, and I tried to use detoxification pills to detoxify them."

"But the detoxification pills have no effect, and the symptoms of poisoning have become more serious. Three people have died of poisoning just now."

"There are more than a dozen people with serious symptoms, and they may not be able to hold on for much longer."

Qiuyue followed Er Gouzi, reporting to him as she walked.

"Have you found out how they were poisoned? Did they eat something or touch something?"

"It's not clear yet. The symptoms of poisoning came too quickly, and we haven't had time to investigate."

Er Gouzi thought of the black-clothed No. 29 on the note, whose specialty was poisoning.

At this moment, he was alert, holding his breath, and scanning all the suspicious people and objects around him with his spiritual sense.