Chapter 85 Undercurrents

The teammates stood there, watching Feng Bujue spout nonsense and continue to bullshit with the Beggar Clan Leader.

According to Meng Jiu, he was guarding here at the entrance of the village to guide Jianghu (martial world) friends who had just entered the village, and also to find out the details of all kinds of people. As a member of the Beggar Clan, he could naturally talk to most of the people in Jianghu. No matter what kind of people they were, they had to give the old beggar some face.

Meng Jiu told Feng Bujue and the others the rules for the main road and the small paths. Feng Bujue's first reaction after hearing this was to ask: "According to this statement, there are no evil people in Cang Ling Town now, only famous orthodox sects and famous seniors in Jianghu?"

The old beggar immediately smiled and said, "Are all the people from famous orthodox sects good people?" He asked rhetorically, "Are those heroes really gentlemen behind their backs?"

Feng Bujue smiled and said, "Junior has been taught..." In fact, he just wanted Meng Jiu to make this clear. With Feng Bujue's personality, how could he believe that these people were all good people? He didn't even completely trust Meng Jiu in front of him.

Another focus of the conversation between the two was that Meng Jiu focused on introducing the basic situation in Cang Ling Town. It can be said that... on the surface, it was an undercurrent, and in the dark... everyone was in a state of fear.

The negotiation with this NPC that provided plot explanations lasted for more than twenty minutes, and Feng Bujue almost got all the information he could get out of him. After listening to the narrative, he thanked this senior, and then led his teammates towards the town.

After leaving the old beggar's sight, Xiao Tan came up and said, "Brother Jue, did you hear that? Things are not good!"

"Which part are you referring to?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course, it's the part about 'people disappearing every night'!" Xiao Tan replied.

"Although Meng Jiu said with a serious face that this was caused by ghosts..." Feng Bujue smiled, "But I think... you are the only one who would completely believe it."

Bei Ling also smiled and said to Xiao Tan, "Even the other NPCs in this script wouldn't believe this statement. The old beggar is obviously trying to scare us. I'm afraid he doesn't even completely believe it himself."

"Why do you say that?" Xiao Tan asked in confusion.

Bei Ling replied, "Isn't it obvious? If this Meng Jiu really believes that there are ghosts, then would he dare to stay on the streets every night and brave the wind? At least he should find a roofed house to hide in, right?"

Feng Bujue also said, "Meng Jiu said that people disappear here every night, as few as seven or eight people, as many as ten or twenty people... I think more than 90% of those who disappeared were killed by 'people', or... killed each other." He paused for a moment, "Perhaps only one or two of them really encountered some kind of supernatural thing."

Bei Ling continued, "And those Jianghu people are very clear about this in their hearts, but no one will expose the so-called haunting."

Xiao Tan nodded, as if he understood: "In this way, they can also use the cover of the ghost story to kill others in the days to come?"

Feng Bujue snapped his fingers: "Correct."

Young Master Atobe said at this time: "But why do these people do this? They have already come to Cang Ling Town. Is it just to occupy a better position in the front row when the duel happens, so they take advantage of these few days to find every opportunity to secretly kill other spectators?"

"Hey~ You don't understand the affairs of Jianghu." Feng Bujue said earnestly, as if he understood very well, "Fame and fortune are what people desire, and grievances and love are all caused by this. Jianghu is a big melting pot that embodies these things most vividly. If a group of martial artists are placed in a specific and suitable environment, human nature will be exposed." He glanced around at this dark and quiet village, "Usually, there are always some people you don't like, maybe you are jealous of them, maybe they have offended you, or you know their dirty deeds in secret, or they know your dirty deeds behind your back. But everyone is restricted by their own or the other party's identity, by Jianghu rules, ethics, and so on... It is impossible to do anything outside." He smiled, "Look how perfect this place is in Cang Ling Town, it can be said that no one cares... the heavens don't care, the earth doesn't care, the government doesn't care. Once night falls, you can sneak out and kill those guys you've been enduring for a long time, and blame it on the ghosts that no one knows whether they really exist. Everyone is doing this, tacitly, no one exposes anyone, isn't that great?"

"I said... you think of people's hearts so darkly..." Young Master Atobe listened to Feng Bujue's vivid description and couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Your family is pretty good, right?" Feng Bujue looked at him and smiled.

"How do you know?" Young Master Atobe asked back.

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue stroked his chin and said, "Name Truly Hard to Choose, Choosing a Name is Really Hard, and Truly Hard to Choose a Name, the three of them are the kind of friends who... although they bully you openly on weekdays, they rush ahead of you when something happens, um... I guess, brothers you met when you were studying."

"Hey... you can even see this?" Young Master Atobe asked in surprise.

Feng Bujue patted Atobe on the shoulder and sighed, "You... that's why you don't know the sinister nature of people's hearts." He then turned to look at Xiao Tan.

Xiao Tan also smiled and didn't speak, with the expression of someone who had been there, done that.

"When you work for someone else one day, and have more contact with people in society, you will know how many cheap people there are in this world, and how cheap people can be." Feng Bujue said.

As they were talking, a sudden change occurred.

In a small alley in front of them, a figure suddenly flashed out. It was a young scholar in a green robe, about thirty years old, with a handsome and elegant appearance. Women who were new to Jianghu would probably feel a heat in their hearts and blush on their cheeks when they saw such a face.

However, at this moment, this handsome guy looked a little embarrassed. It could be seen that he was already injured, and the injury was quite serious. His left shoulder had been dyed crimson with blood, and when he ran, not only was his pace staggering, but his breathing was also completely out of control. In the moonlight, his pale face and terrified expression looked particularly tragic.

When he came to the street, he only had time to look up at Feng Bujue and the others, and when he opened his mouth to speak but hadn't made a sound, his body suddenly bent sideways as if it had been hit by a truck. The whole person flew out horizontally and crashed into a wall on the side of the road. Within a few breaths, he had died.

Feng Bujue raised a hand, signaling his teammates not to go forward. He himself walked up quickly and looked closely at the corpse.

One look at the corpse and it was known that the strange movement of this person suddenly flying sideways was due to the side of his torso being hit by more than a dozen nail-like hidden weapons. He was like being shot by a shotgun, and was knocked away by the force of the hidden weapons.

Quick as lightning, just as Feng Bujue was about to look up in the direction from which the hidden weapons were shot, he himself was attacked...