Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 1136 The Red Blood Sect's Visitors

Tang Long raised his hand and waved to the black car waiting in the distance, and the driver came over quickly.

"Send Young Master Huangfu back to the Huangfu family safely, and don't let anything go wrong along the way. If anyone asks, just say that I, Tang Long, personally arranged for someone to escort him, and specifically instructed them to keep the young master safe."

Tang Long warned, "Remember, when you meet someone, bend down, speak softly, and be respectful. If you mess up, don't come back."

The driver nodded quickly: "Don't worry, Mr. Long, I will definitely get it done!"

Watching the black car slowly drive away, Tang Long curled up a calculating smile.

Huangfu Lei is the core member of the Huangfu family. Sending him back this time can do Huangfu Jingzhai a favor.

Maybe I can find a backer, which will give me more help when I deal with Jiang Xiaochuan in the future.

He pondered to himself, and his pace quickened.

He never expected that this seemingly smart move would lead him into an abyss from which there was no escape.

On the other side, Jiang Xiaochuan had just turned the corner leading to the recruitment point.

A very faint but rusty smell of blood and evil entered the nasal cavity.

The breath was cold and sticky, like a wet rag against the skin... disgusting and familiar.

Red Blood Cult!

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped in his tracks abruptly, and a dense layer of goose bumps appeared on his back instantly.

"...Damn it, why come here at this time?"

Although he knew that the other party would definitely come to his door, Jiang Xiaochuan still chose this time to curse out loud.

Without time to think, he quickly made a hand gesture with his fingertips, and the energy of the Blood Evil Power in his body quickly converged along the meridians, suppressing even the slightest fluctuation.

The Red Blood Cult is most sensitive to the aura of blood evil. Once discovered, the trouble will only get bigger.

When he turned the corner, the sight before him made his heart sink.

The folding table at the recruitment point was overturned on the ground, and the scattered application forms were stained with blood.

Several warriors who were maintaining order fell to the ground. One of them hugged his arm, his forearm bent at a strange angle, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and dared not make a sound.

Feng Ji was protected by two young warriors behind him. His face was as pale as paper, with blood still hanging from the corners of his mouth. His chest was heaving violently, and even his breathing was trembling.

In the chaos, only a rattan chair at the innermost part of the recruitment point remained intact.

A skinny old man sat with his legs stretched out wide, his eye sockets sunken, his cheekbones prominent, and faint red veins pulsating under his skin.

Standing next to him was a slightly burly old man with unusually thick knuckles.

There was a hint of scarlet deep in the pupils of both of them, as if they had just drunk blood.

"Young Master Jiang! You're finally here!"

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's figure, the warrior lying on the ground suddenly regained his strength and struggled to get up.

The two young men who were protecting Feng Ji also breathed a sigh of relief, quickly made way for him, and a glimmer of hope ignited in their eyes.

Feng Ji stumbled forward two steps, his voice trembling, "Xiaochuan, there's something wrong with these two. Their moves are weird—my Qi power is completely useless against them! You retreat first, I'll hold them off!"

Jiang Xiaochuan shook his head slowly, stepped forward and held Feng Ji's arm.

A gentle and mellow spiritual energy slowly flowed along Feng Ji's meridians, helping him stabilize his turbulent blood.

"Mr. Feng, please take a rest first. Leave this to me."

Jiang Xiaochuan stepped forward and quickly glanced at the two old men.

There was a bit of dust on the cuffs of the skinny old man. Although his breath was strong, it was a little sluggish. It was obvious that he had used up some energy in the fight with Feng Ji just now.

The burly old man's aura was slightly weaker, but he was firmly at the threshold of the late Grandmaster stage. The bloody smell on his body was stronger than that of the skinny old man, as if he had just crawled out of a pile of blood.

"Both,"

Jiang Xiaochuan's face was calm. "I don't know you guys at all. Why did you hurt my people and destroy my place on the day of my opening?"

The two old men seemed not to hear until Jiang Xiaochuan's voice fell for a moment.

The slightly weaker, burly old man slowly raised his head, his red eyes scanning Jiang Xiaochuan back and forth, as if he was sizing up a piece of merchandise: "Are you Jiang Xiaochuan?"

"Exactly."

Jiang Xiaochuan responded coldly.

The two looked at each other, and the skinny old man suddenly raised his hand and slapped the broken wooden table beside him.

"Oh!"

The solid wood tabletop exploded instantly, and wood chips flew like snowflakes, some even brushing against Jiang Xiaochuan's cheek.

"Tell me! Where is Xiao Qi?"

The skinny old man shouted sternly, and the aura of the Grandmaster mixed with the bloody murderous spirit suddenly pressed down. The air around him seemed to solidify, and even the sound of the wind blowing the paper stopped.

Jiang Xiaochuan was prepared, but his frown was just the right amount, and then turned to anger at being questioned for no reason: "What Xiao Qi? I've never even heard of his name! You two are hurting people without any reason, what on earth do you want to do?"

The two of them stared at his face like hooks, trying to find flaws in his expression.

But after looking for a long time, I only saw "anger" and "confusion" in Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes, as if he really didn't know.

The burly old man took a step forward, his mouth curled into a strange arc, "Are you in charge of this area of ​​Yangcheng now?"

"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

Jiang Xiaochuan took over and took a step forward, his eyes blazing. "What does this have to do with you hurting my people? Do you think I, Jiang Xiaochuan, am easy to bully and are here to destroy my reputation?"

The skinny old man sneered, tapping the armrest of the rattan chair with his bony fingers. "You are not worthy of knowing our names."

"You just need to remember," the burly old man licked his cracked lips subconsciously, "We are from the Red Blood Cult!"

"Red Blood Cult?"

Jiang Xiaochuan muttered again, his steps suddenly paused, his expression changed instantly, and his voice unconsciously lowered a few notes: "You are the one who specializes in evil magic..."

Before he could finish his words, he seemed to suddenly realize his slip of the tongue and quickly waved his hands in defense: "I, I have never provoked your Red Blood Sect! You've got the wrong person!"

Seeing his expression of "changing color at the mention of something", a hint of pride flashed in the eyes of the two old men.

In their eyes, Jiang Xiaochuan was just a junior who was afraid of the reputation of the Red Blood Cult, and it would be easy to control him.

The skinny old man slowly stood up, and the bloody smell on his body became even heavier. The two young warriors who were nearby turned pale and could not help but step back.

"No trouble?"

He said in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Qi was last seen in Yangcheng. Now his life or death is unknown. In Yangcheng, besides you, who else can touch him?"

"Boy, if you know what's good for you, tell me the whereabouts of Xiao Qi."

The burly old man added sinisterly, "Perhaps, it can save you some suffering."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan and seemed to have changed his mind.

"You seem to have good bones and a strong body of Qi and blood... I'd be happy to take you back and refine a pot of medicine to make up for the loss."