doubt that Lao Lǐtóu is a qualified spy.In Jiasheng City, I've been selling dumplings for many years. They are really well-made and not inferior to those famous brands.These years he has been a model...A meteorite is said to be a fragment of the sun, and its price is very high.

A-ce doesn't seem like a rich person, and the Tianxia Building isn't some organization that can make money.

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So where did his wealth come from And what was he buying the fiery stone for

But these doubts only swirled in Jiang Wang's mind for a moment before disappearing, ultimately having nothing to do with him, so he didn't think much about it.

Instead of worrying about the unknown motives of A-Ce, it would be better to think about why Lin Youxie is angry.

After all, Lin Youxie could greatly interfere with him, truly affecting his actions.

He was able to control his temper in many situations, but he seemed to be particularly sensitive and intolerant of Jiang Wang's evaluation that she was "arbitrary."

Is it because of the sense of honor passed down through generations of the Blue Card Is it unbearable to be questioned about one's abilities Or is there something else hidden

Time flies, and it's been two days since the singing sale.

On the north side of Haimen Island, there is an island that, when viewed from above, resembles a hanging axe.

Originally called Hanging Axe Island, it was later renamed "Deqiao" because the character for "axe" was considered too menacing.

This comes from "A fisherman catches fish to his heart's content, a woodcutter gets what he needs and smiles with joy." It means that a woodcutter gets firewood, and is satisfied. It reflects the islanders' good wishes for a happy life.

There are three small sects on this island, each ruling one area. Normally, they coexist peacefully and rarely clash.

A man of medium height, wearing a cloak, hurried along the silver sand path, heading towards a small courtyard by the sea.

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This is the territory of Yuchan Sect. Silver Sand is one of the specialties of Qiaodao Island. This silver fine sand has a cool nature and is used in casting, with miraculous effects. The Lian family from Nanyao comes here every year to purchase large quantities.

This little courtyard paved with silver sand, its owner must be extraordinary.

As they approached the entrance, the cloaked man seemed distinctly nervous. He shifted his weight slightly, relaxing his muscles. At the same time, a faint dusting of powder sifted from between his fingers, blending silently with the surroundings.

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After making these preparations, he looked around for a while before reaching out to knock on the door.

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The courtyard gate swung open on its own, and there was no one waiting behind it.

"Does anyone care about reincarnation" the hooded man said, throwing out a "cut".

Still no response.

The hooded man stepped inside, glancing left and right as he walked.

The courtyard was spotless. There weren't even flowers, grass, fish or insects, let alone a stone table. At a glance, it was completely empty.

The entire courtyard was silent.

Even the sound of the tides coming and going seemed distant.

This silence ended as he was about to step into the hall.

Breaking the silence was a rough, gravelly voice.

"Who are you"

The owner of the voice seemed very uncomfortable speaking, their voice was very labored.

The man in the cloak flung it open, revealing a face that was mild-mannered and around fifty years old.

A smile spread across his face: "It's me, Wu Yiyu! I've worked with your organization before!"

At first glance, one would hardly believe that Wu Yiyu was capable of harming his childhood master, let alone being a traitor.

He/She looks really kind.

At this moment, he didn't know where the owner of this courtyard was. So when he spoke, he was still looking around.

Suddenly, a cold face appeared right in front of me.

Wu Yiyu jumped back in fright, hurriedly creating distance and averting his gaze. "I didn't see anything!"

He didn't dare to look at the other person's true face, afraid of being silenced. He also didn't dare not to stare at the other person, fearing an attack, so he seemed very awkward.

"No, it doesn't matter." The man with a cold face said: "My face... is not important."

"No, no, no, this is important, Lord Officer Wang!" Wu Yi panicked. "Unless I've already passed your vetting and become one of our own at Hell's Gate."

His connection with the Hell Gate started a long time ago. He had treated Hell Gate's assassins, even many times.

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Of course, this is not something that would be permitted by the Golden Needle Gate. Once exposed, he would also be held accountable by Qi Ting. He craved the huge profits and had secretly accepted such missions many times.

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In a certain sense, Hell's No Gate in the Qi Realm's hidden power, he could be considered one of them. However, he could only be regarded as an outer force, not entering the core.

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This time, he came here to strive for a place in the core. He wants to become one of Hell's Gatekeepers, filling the vacancies left by those who died.

If he were to become a certain Yama king, he could naturally rest assured and see the true face of the coroner's officer. Otherwise, he was worried that he would be silenced.

But Wu Yi seemed not to understand, Wang, the coroner, said that his face wasn't important. What did that mean

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The coroner Wang offered no explanation.

He just stared at him: "You, say, yourself, who"

Wu Yiyu inexplicably felt that gaze directed at him was like a beast inspecting some kind of food, judging where it would be most palatable.

This feeling sent a chill down his spine. He quickly explained, "I told the little ghost that if she wanted to join our Hell's Gate, she should come to you because your status is the highest near the sea. She said she had already reported to you."

'Little Devil' is a pseudonym for a high-ranking foreign affairs official in Hell's Gate. She has been active in the nearby island chains recently, and it was she who contacted Wu Yiyu earlier.

And the coroner Wang, since his last escape from the Qi territory by sea, has been living in the islands near the coast. This is probably something many people didn't expect.

"Oh, I remember now."

The coroner, Wang Mumumu, said, paused for a moment, and then added, "We are indeed short of people. Some died before."

Wu Yiyu praised: "It's already amazing that we could assassinate a minister of rites in the state of Qi in Linzi! Some casualties are inevitable. Besides, you, such a powerful person, are unharmed, aren't you"

He deliberately did not look at the coroner's face, and thus did not notice the coroner's wooden expression, with not even a flicker of movement in his facial muscles.

But the yueguan Wang's voice was as calm as still water, his every word reaching her ears.

The coroner Wang completely ignored what he was saying and only said, "I can't make the decision on this matter."

He extended his right hand, the pale, bloodless palm spread out before Wu Yiyu: "One, yuan stone."

"Ah Oh!"

Wu Yiyu was taken aback for a moment, but quickly recovered. He searched through his storage box and retrieved a Yuan stone, placing it in a small cloth bag before handing it to the officer Wang.

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Although it was painful, he didn't dare to hesitate.

Dao Yuan Stone is the most basic currency in the cultivation world. A hundred Dao Yuan Stones make up one Wan Yuan Stone, and a Wan Yuan Stone consists of ten thousand Dao Yuan. "Yuan" refers to the fundamental principle or origin. A million Dao Yuan are gathered into one stone.

One primordial stone is equal to hundreds or even thousands of ordinary stones, which is also the price of a Grade A opening vein pill.

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This could be considered a rather inexpensive entry fee to hell.

It's just... I didn't hear that joining such a dangerous assassin organization also requires an entrance fee

Wu Yiyu's doubts didn't last long.

Because the coroner, Wang, received the silver after flipping his palm, he quickly pinched his ten fingers, circulating his dao techniques. Finally, with both hands clasped together, he drew a silver-white light curtain before him.

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The screen flickered for a moment, then stabilized, revealing a handsome face.

Although he had never seen him with his own eyes, Mu Yiyu already knew who he was.

Hell has no gate, Qin Guang Wang!. To promote literature and martial arts is to expand our borders. My eyes see, my heart yearns for. My ambition knows no bounds!"Du Ruhui knew that Zhuang Gaoxian still cared about the aquatic blood...