Chapter 9049: Yellow Springs 67
As soon as Chang Yuan's voice fell, the injured man under Yan Chengfeng immediately answered: "When we fought with those people, guards had already arrived, but they did not stop them in time, but waited until it was almost time. Stop them." Hearing this, Yan Chengfeng said solemnly: "It seems that Lingcheng has no restrictions on this aspect."
"Don't be so arbitrary." Leng Xuan said, "Let's make it clear, we have just arrived in Mausoleum City, and we finally settled down. We must be careful in everything. Don't break the rules of Mausoleum City just because of impulsiveness. Chang Yuan "Isn't your friend named Liu Yue living in Lingcheng for a long time, go and ask him to see what's going on."
Chang Yuan looked at Yan Chengfeng and saw that he didn't speak, so he nodded and said, "Yes, Hall Master Leng, I'll go right now."
"Okay, don't stand here anymore, hurry up and rest." Yan Chengfeng said to the injured men. After everyone exited the lobby, Yan Chengfeng turned to look at Leng Xuan and said, "Are you being too cautious?"
"As far as our current situation is concerned, it's better to be cautious. I can't believe that the situation in this mausoleum city is so complicated. Apart from the mysterious city lord, there are so many forces." Leng Xuan sighed helplessly. " It seems that we will not want to go to the ghost king for a while."
While speaking, one of Yan Chengfeng's subordinates walked quickly from the outside and reported: "City Lord, someone broke in, they..."
"Get out of the way!" Before he could finish speaking, several men rushed in and pushed Yan Chengfeng's men aside.
Leng Xuan looked at the people who came. There were five people in total. Four of them were wearing uniform clothes. The other man was slightly different. Judging from his temperament and clothes, he should be the leader of these people. The man had long pointed-mouthed monkey cheeks, a very thin body, a sickly white skin, a shawl with a shawl in his eyes, and a shadow in his eyes. "You are the Leng Xuan who passed the test of life and death?" The man looked at Yan Chengfeng, who was sitting in the main seat of the lobby, and said with a condescending tone, as if he was reprimanding his servants. "Are you looking for Leng Xuan? I am." Leng Xuan replied.
"Who are you?" The man glanced at him and sneered: "I thought he was a remarkable person, but it turns out to be so ordinary."
Hearing this, Leng Xuan seemed very indifferent. He smiled and asked, "Then, in your opinion, how can it be called unusual?"
"Stop talking nonsense." The man snorted and shouted, "I'm here to tell you that starting from today, at least one ton of red clay or thirty soul lock bottles must be handed in every month."
"Why?" Yan Chengfeng said with a cold face, suppressing the anger in his eyes, word by word.
"Why?" the man sneered, "Just because this Dongcheng District belongs to Lord Luo, you want to live here, no problem, but you must follow our rules. If anyone dares not to listen... hum, then stop. Blame our brothers for being rude."
Hearing his arrogant words, Leng Xuan murmured to himself, "It's really a protection fee."
"Presumably the Lord Luo you are referring to is Luo Shuai." Yan Chengfeng said coldly, "Go back and tell him that from now on I, Yan Chengfeng, will live here, and if he dares to touch a single hair on my hand, I must let him die."
"Hey, what a big tone, I think you don't know how to write dead words."