C365 A Trap
C365 A Trap
"Alright, tell me what it is first. I will consider whether I should help you or not."
Although he was a kind person, he was not unconditionally kind. No matter what, he had to greet him first before deciding whether he should help or not.
Otherwise, if this old beggar wanted him to kill and set fire, would he also do it?
The old beggar tremblingly walked in front of Yang Xuan and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.
This paper was originally very fair, but after being kept by the old beggar for so long, it was already covered in stains.
Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment, but he still took the paper and slowly opened it. What entered his eyes was a line of very delicate small words.
"Tonight when it's ugly, at the northern part of the city, the Heavenly King Temple, ransom people."
For some reason, the words gave Yang Xuan a familiar feeling, but he quickly threw it to the back of his mind.
After returning the note to the old beggar, Yang Xuan asked in puzzlement, "You have a friend who was kidnapped?"
The old beggar hurriedly nodded.
Yang Xuan continued, "If that's the case, why didn't you go to the government to help you find someone? Instead, you came to me?"
One should know that this was the capital, under the feet of the Son of Heaven. Countless cultivators were gathered here, not daring to cause any trouble. It could be said that the powers of the officials in the capital were terrifying. After all, there were still guards from the State Hall above, so the government naturally wouldn't trouble the State Hall in general!
It was naturally the best way to deal with this kind of thing that happened to them. It was also their duty to find Yang Xuan. Something was not right when they found Yang Xuan.
As expected, the old beggar choked and said, "When that person left the note, he said that if I report to the government, I will immediately tear my little Huzi apart. How dare I!"
"I thought about it and finally thought of you. I remember that you once inquired about the location of the relay station and knew that you must be from the government. That's why I came to find you!"
The old beggar spoke with tears flowing down his face, but Yang Xuan did not show any expression. He just looked at him quietly.
At the same time, the Black Panther's voice also rang in Yang Xuan's ears. "How is it? Did you see it?"
Yang Xuan said softly, "That's right."
No matter what, this old beggar in front of him should be an ordinary person. However, in Yang Xuan's Heavenly Eye, the edges of his body were covered with a layer of white spiritual light.
This situation was very obvious. This beggar had suppressed his cultivation.
Or, it could be said that he was not the beggar himself, but an imposter!
Using such a method to appear in front of Yang Xuan, no matter what he did, it was full of suspicion.
"What are you planning to do now, immediately remove his mask and interrogate him about the conspiracy behind it? I can teach you a lot of interrogation methods!"
The Black Panther's tone was filled with excitement, as if it really wanted to make a move.
Yang Xuan's heart did not have a single ripple. He just said faintly, "No, it's better to follow him. Let's see what he wants to do."
This kind of person must be one of those men of sacrifice. As long as he fell into his hands, he would definitely commit suicide on the spot to block the news. Even if Yang Xuan took off his mask, he would not be able to do anything about it.
If that was the case, he might as well go along with him and see what he wanted to do!
At the same time, Yang Xuan had another thought in his mind. If the old beggar was disguised, with their cautious minds, they would have killed the real old beggar a long time ago. Perhaps his corpse had already been destroyed.
After all, he was someone he had met once before. If he could get revenge, Yang Xuan wouldn't mind helping him along the way.
After making up his mind, Yang Xuan nodded at the old beggar and said, "Where is that Heavenly King Temple? Bring me there now!"
The old beggar did not notice that his disguise had been seen through by Yang Xuan. He was still putting on an act. He said excitedly, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I will bring you there immediately!"
After saying that, he turned around and was about to lead the way when the officials saw that Yang Xuan was about to leave. They looked at each other and stood over and said in a low voice, "Sir Lieutenant, do you want us brothers to go with you to take a look?"
Yang Xuan waved his hand lightly. "No need, I will go alone."
After saying that, he followed the old beggar out.
The two of them walked along the main road out of the city. On the way, they finally saw the bare little temple. The sky was already dark.
Yang Xuan had been observing the reaction of the old beggar along the way, but he didn't find any clues. Even the way he spoke and walked was very much like the old beggar from before. He was really a genius actor. If he did not have the Heavenly Eye, he would have definitely been cheated!
Stopping in front of the temple, the old beggar stretched out his hand to Yang Xuan and said, "Sir, please look. That is the Temple of the King. My foster son, Little Huzi, is inside. Please save him!"
Yang Xuan looked at the dark temple door and nodded. Just as he was about to walk forward, he turned around and pulled the old beggar.
"There might be a lot of accomplices inside. I am worried that when the time comes, I will recognize the wrong person. You should go in with me and help me identify him!"
The old beggar's face immediately became unnatural. He patted Yang Xuan's hand and laughed.
"I won't go in. When the time comes, I'll be a hindrance to you. If it affects your performance, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape the blame even if you die ten thousand times!"
At the last moment, he finally showed an expression that was different from the old beggar's. He revealed his fox tail.
Yang Xuan decisively confirmed it. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he coldly snorted. "It won't affect me. Just come with me."
After saying that, Yang Xuan did not care what the old beggar's opinion was. He pulled the old beggar over and pulled the corner of his clothes as he walked towards the Temple of Heavenly Kings.
The old beggar could no longer refuse. He could only grit his teeth and follow Yang Xuan as he resigned himself to his fate.
Soon, Yang Xuan arrived in front of the temple. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, revealing the scene inside.
The entire temple was empty and full of dust. A wide platform was placed in the middle. On top of it was a half-peeled statue of a deity. There had been no incense offerings in the furnace in front of him for a long time.
Below the table, the cloth was faintly trembling. Yang Xuan noticed this situation at first glance. He pulled the old beggar behind him into the temple, then walked to the table and lifted the cloth.
"Who is it? Come out!"
Yang Xuan shouted. Immediately, there was a stammering sound coming from below. It sounded like his mouth was blocked.
Yang Xuan reached out his hand and pulled out a big bag from under the table. There was a person struggling crazily inside.
It should be the foster son Huzi that the old beggar talked about.
Yang Xuan turned his head and looked at the old beggar. There was a complicated look in his eyes. The old beggar turned his head and did not dare to look at him.
Yang Xuan then turned his head and reached out to open his pocket.