When Wang Ye heard the words of the figure, he turned to look.
The smirk on his face immediately turned into a fawning smile.
This person was none other than Constable Zhao from the magistrate court.
"Yo, Shopkeeper Wang …"
Constable Zhao walked into the Drunken Immortal Inn and looked at the bare door. "I haven't seen you for a few days and you've even taken down the door?"
"Hi!"
Hearing Constable Zhao's words, Wang Ye walked out from behind the counter. "This door has been exposed to the elements and is a little rotten. I took it down and replaced it with two new ones!"
"Constable Zhao, on the other hand …"
Wang Ye casually found an excuse to brush Constable Zhao off. He changed the topic and smiled. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Where did you go on business?"
"Don't mention it!"
Hearing Wang Ye's question, Constable Zhao found a table and sat down. "It's really not peaceful these days. The Yuelai Inn burned down not long ago and the shopkeeper of the Tianshun Pawnshop, Jin Mancang, also died at home …"
"Jin Mancang is dead?"
Hearing Constable Zhao's words, Wang Ye was shocked. "That can't be right?
He just took in a concubine a few days ago. How could he have died? "
"Why not?"
Looking at the shocked Wang Ye, Constable Zhao subconsciously lowered his voice. "Just this morning, Jin Mancang died on his own bed …"
"Sigh, I knew it's not good to take in a concubine for no reason …"
Hearing this, Wang Ye shook his head and sighed. "No matter how good his body is, he can't just do as he pleases. After all, not everyone can have Li Sanduo's body that can eat, touch, and blow fire …"
"But speaking of which, the concubine he took in is really fierce. When Jin Mancang was young, he mingled in the Lulin and practiced hard martial arts. She actually squeezed him dry while he was still alive …"
"Boor Qian from the Quenching Workshop was right. There are only cows that die from exhaustion and no fields that are ruined by plowing …"
As he spoke, Wang Ye muttered to himself as if deep in thought.
"What are you thinking?"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, Constable Zhao looked at Wang Ye blankly. "Jin Mancang was hacked to death on his bed!"
！！！
As soon as he said that, Wang Ye was shocked. "He was hacked to death!?"
"Of course …"
Looking at Wang Ye's astonished expression, Constable Zhao said, "The killer is an expert. Although Jin Mancang has long since retired from the Lulin world, his skills are still there. Most people wouldn't be a match for him!"
"But this time, his head was chopped off by someone. Not only that, the steel saber he used to fight against the enemy had 18 holes in it …"
As soon as he said this, Wang Ye was shocked.
Eighteen holes appeared, but his head was chopped off.
This meant that Jin Mancang had tried his best to resist before his death, but he was still no match for his opponent and was killed on the spot!
"So it's like that …"
After recovering from his shock, Wang Ye scratched his head and said, "I thought he was enjoying himself every night and died on his bed …"
"Shopkeeper Wang …"
Hearing Wang Ye's words, Constable Zhao pointed at his own head. "He went to places like the Yihong Brothel too often. It's not just his body that's weak …"
"I don't know if his body is weak or not, but I know that his brain is definitely not weak!"
Just then, Bai Luhan walked past Constable Zhao and said, "You're so meticulous that you won't lose out. You're so crafty!"
"Hey, you little girl. You're so impudent on your first day here!"
Hearing Bai Luhan's words, Wang Ye glared at her. "Go wash your clothes in the backyard!"
Tsk!
Bai Luhan rolled her eyes and walked straight to the backyard.
"Not bad, Shopkeeper Wang!"
Looking at Bai Luhan, Constable Zhao said meaningfully, "I haven't seen you for two days, and you've got a new employee. You've also recruited a pretty girl. I'm afraid you're up to no good!"
Constable Zhao revealed a mischievous smile. "Could it be that you're tired of going to the Yihong Brothel and want to find another wife?"
"She's just a crazy girl from the countryside. How can she be as exciting as the blonde Mao girls from the Yihong Brothel?"
Wang Ye laughed at Constable Zhao's words. "Besides, finding a wife to manage my affairs is not as satisfying as going to the brothel."
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the smile on Wang Ye's face, Constable Zhao laughed loudly. "You've seen through it!"
"Of course!"
Wang Ye nodded in response.
"The pork intestine noodles are here!"
At this moment, Agy placed a bowl of piping hot pork intestine noodles in front of Constable Zhao. "Pork intestine noodles with extra chili. Constable Zhao, please enjoy!"
"Alright, I'm dying of hunger!"
Constable Zhao said as he looked at the pork intestine noodles in front of him.
He picked up his chopsticks and took a big bite. "Mm, don't say that. This Chen Chong's culinary skills are really good. The pork intestines are cut into just the right size, and the braising taste is just right. I like this. I can eat it every day!"
Constable Zhao took another big bite. "It's a pity that after eating this, I'll have to wait a few more days before I can come again!"
"Wait a few more days?"
In response to Constable Zhao's words, Wang Ye said, "If you want to eat, just come. Constable Zhao, with your monthly salary, can't you afford a bowl of pork intestine noodles that cost a few bucks?"
"It's not a matter of money!"
Constable Zhao ate the noodles in silence as he said, "It's been a tumultuous period recently. Not only have there been frequent murders, but those martial artists are also restless. This morning, the magistrate received a messenger pigeon from the surrounding prefectures and counties. It said that a large number of martial artists have been moving around frequently and are heading straight to Jinling City …"
"After today, Jinling City will be under strict martial law. When that time comes, there will be patrols three times a day. It will be difficult to eat a bowl of pork intestine noodles!"
As he spoke, Constable Zhao picked up the big bowl in front of him and finished it cleanly.
"A large number of martial artists are heading straight to Jinling City?!"
When he said that, Wang Ye was startled. He asked, "What happened again?"
Although there had been a lot of things happening in Jinling City recently, it was generally considered stable.
Although a large number of martial artists had fought over the fire monkey previously, the location of the fight was outside the city, so the impact was not great.
Moreover, the fire monkey and the deity had already left. This group of martial artists should have scattered like birds and beasts. Why would they gather in Jinling City again?
"Who knows …"
Constable Zhao wiped the oil off his mouth and said, "This group of martial artists is similar to flies. They will go wherever there is a fishy smell. Who knows what happened this time …"
"You better control your subordinate, Agy. Tell him not to get involved in this mess. The affairs of the martial arts world are incomparably troublesome. Once he gets involved, he will have a fishy smell that can't be washed away …"
"Alright, I'm leaving!"
Constable Zhao burped, put down a few large coins, and walked out of the Drunken Immortal Restaurant.
Looking at Constable Zhao's back, Wang Ye's eyes showed a trace of worry.
For some reason, he had a faint feeling of unease about Jin Mancang's sudden death and the gathering of martial artists.
"Shopkeeper, what's the fishy smell?"
Constable Zhao had just left when Agy came forward to ask shamelessly.
"You're the fishy smell!"
Hearing that, Wang Ye said snappily, "You only know how to ask all day. Hurry up and clean up the table. How are we going to eat when the guests come?"