Pousada do Qingming

Author: O sol poente brinca sobre as nove famílias

Sete passos de distância, a arma é rápida; dentro de sete passos, a arma é rápida e precisa? Na grande Dinastia Xuan, onde as armas de fogo e a tecnologia avançaram de forma sem precedentes e floresceram, o poder imperial gradualmente cresceu, rompendo o equilíbrio do mundo marcial. As forças de todos os lados disputavam ferozmente o Jade Místico do Yin-Yang, competindo pela supremacia sobre as Planícies Centrais. Ao olhar para trás, vendo a muralha e o entardecer no céu, sob a chuva noturna do mundo marcial, quem mais se entrega à preguiça?

Pousada do Qingming

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"Old Ghost, where are we going?" Qin Hao and Ghost Seven sprinted along a forest path in the direction of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

"To find someone."

"Who?"

Ghost Seven paid Qin Hao no mind. Qin Hao looked up and spotted a tea stall at a fork in the road. Ghost Seven ordered a cup of tea and struck up a conversation with a man seated there.

"So it is the renowned Ghost Seven of the Ghostly Foot." Zheng Nan studied Ghost Seven, whose cultivation had fallen to Grade Yi, and sighed with feeling.

"No time for pleasantries. I need someone killed."

"Two hundred taels."

"Here is one hundred as a deposit. Are you up to the task?" Ghost Seven produced a cloth sack, and the clinking of silver within set Zheng Nan's pulse racing.

"You dare question me? I, Zheng Nan, am known as 'Fallen into the Eye of Money.' I answer to coin, not to men. Pay me, and I will do the deed."

"I merely want insurance."

"Naturally. But since you sought me out, payment is due whether I take the job or not. Come up short by a single copper, and don't think I'll spare you just because you're from the Grand Taiji Society." Ghost Seven tossed the money sack over. Zheng Nan caught it and asked, "Whom does the Ghost Chief wish dead?"

"Luo Chenyi."

"Done."

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Luo Zhenghu tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep, gripped by a premonition that something