Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

As the voice of Nightmare rang in Shenwu's mind, her eyes suddenly became stern.

The dozen or so life threads that had clearly already embedded themselves into Madam Yuan's body and were about to tear her into pieces suddenly disappeared.

"boom!"

Mrs. Kite, who was exhausted, fell from the air like a meteorite and hit the ground heavily. However, she did not feel any pain because she fainted directly from the fall.

"puff!"

Almost at the same time, the creepy sound of a sharp blade entering flesh suddenly sounded from another direction.

On a big tree a few hundred meters away, a human head suddenly flew up into the sky, and then a thin headless body appeared on the branch. It was the magic lamp.

As the saying goes, one thing conquers another, Kagura has no way to deal with the invisible magic lamp, but for Shenwu who has super spatial sensing ability, the magic lamp is just a trap.

After all, Nightmare is a senior among the evil gods, and he just helped everyone out of trouble, so Shenwu Chengqing also gave it face.

That's why she didn't continue to kill Madam Yuan.

However, the companions all made some achievements. Nightmare killed Marcus, and her good sister Kagura also successfully grabbed the kill.

Even the half-dead mountain god was eaten to pieces by the crows commanded by Shota. Shenwu was a proud person and would never accept zero record.

So, the unlucky magic lamp became her ghost.

"There are no living people on the mountain!"

The crows in the sky gradually dispersed, and the cold moonlight shone down. Shota said something in a hoarse voice.

In fact, in addition to several capable people present, the fake Zi Yang Zhenren and his entourage also had several of his direct subordinates in Feixian Temple.

However, these minions were indiscriminately attacked by the crows commanded by Shota and were taken away in one wave.

"The fight is over. Now who can tell me who these guys are?"

The voice of the Nightmare rang again in everyone's mind.

At this moment, it had closed the two blood eyes on its forehead, retracted the blood vine tail behind its butt, and turned back into an ordinary Weimaraner.

At the same time, a medium-sized iron fishing boat was floating at Tai Mei Tuk Pier, not far from Pat Sin Leng.

"Damn it, that dog demon suddenly came back!"

There was no light, and in the dark warehouse, there was a sudden sound of frustrated complaints.

"Prophet, what is the result?" A deep and deep male voice sounded.

"It's over, all gone!" The prophet's tone no longer had the confidence and assurance it had before, instead it revealed a sense of powerlessness.

"What do you mean by 'all broken'? Prophet, please explain yourself clearly!" The man's tone also fluctuated.

"That demon dog suddenly appeared. Now Pang, the mountain god, the magic lamp, and Marcus are all dead. Lady Kite was captured alive."

The prophet's voice was visibly trembling:
"Feng Jiu has also been captured alive. Old Cat, we have been exposed. We must leave Hong Kong Island immediately. Otherwise, once the island is closed, none of us will be able to escape!"

"Ding~"

The man called Old Cat did not speak immediately, but took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.

In the dim light of the fire, the black cat mask on the man's face seemed to come alive, looking particularly eerie.

"Hu~" After a long time, the old cat exhaled a long breath of smoke and said in a deep voice:
"Prophet, please go. Our cooperation ends here."

"What do you mean?" Upon hearing this, the prophet's eyes suddenly flickered.

"Old cat, isn't it a little late for you to break away from us and keep to yourself now?"

The orange-red cigarette flame flickered, and the old cat just smoked silently without answering. The prophet's tone became gloomy:
"Old Cat, you were the one who started the Hong Kong incident. Do you think that with the cruelty of the Demon God today, he can still care about the little bit of friendship we had before?"

"Haha~" The old cat chuckled and teased:
"Prophet, you are still a man. Such a low-level threat is a bit unworthy."

"Am I wrong?"

The old cat's tone became more playful:
"With your means, you should have found out my true identity long ago. Do you think someone like me would be afraid of death?"

After a pause, he continued:

“Although we have only cooperated for a few days, our goals have always been different. Don’t think that I don’t know what you are planning.

You are a bunch of lonely ghosts, you want to fish in troubled waters and take root in Hong Kong Island during the chaos. Not to mention the evil spirits, even we will not allow it. "

The prophet's pupils shrank into needles instantly after his trump card was revealed. However, he was not an ordinary person. He quickly recovered and asked sinisterly:

"Hong Kong Island is not your territory. We are just taking what we need. Old Cat, do you think you can stop the revenge of the evil spirit without us?"

"Ha~"

The old cat laughed again, slowly stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with the tip of his shoe, and suddenly his tone became serious, saying word by word:

"Prophet, remember that Hong Kong Island is an inseparable part of China. Sooner or later, it will return to China. It is not something you can covet.

As for the revenge of the evil spirit, you don't have to worry about it. We share the same roots and origins, and we don't have any deadly hatred. We still have a chance to sit down and talk."

Hearing this, the prophet seemed to suddenly think of something. His eyes flashed with ferocity and his tone became excited:
"That dog demon suddenly returned to Hong Kong Island. Was it you who did it?"

In addition to possessing the ability to predict the future, the prophet also claimed to be a flag-bearer who planned everything out, he suddenly realized.

Nightmare's timely and sudden appearance on the battlefield was most likely the work of Old Cat, in order to capture all the combat-type ability users he had gathered.

"Hmph!" A cold snort suddenly sounded in the darkness deep in the cabin. At the same time, a pair of dark green eyes suddenly lit up.

When the prophet met those eyes, his gaze shrank, and he instantly gave up the idea of ​​turning hostile on the spot and squeezing the old cat to death.

The old cat smiled and said:
"Okay, Prophet, hurry up and leave Hong Kong Island as soon as possible to meet up with Leech. If you are late, you may not be able to leave Hong Kong Island."

"Okay, okay, old cat, you are cruel, but don't regret it!" After saying these harsh words, the prophet left angrily.

"Ah~" Lao Mao lit another cigarette and sighed with an ambiguous meaning.

"This brat is right. We have already revealed our identity. The third son of the Hu family is a ruthless person. I guess he will attack the landlord soon."

From the depths of the shadows, an old man's voice suddenly came, with a thick Kanto accent.

"Next, what are your rules?"

In addition, this guy's voice is extremely unpleasant, like a poisonous snake crawling across your skin, which makes people shudder.

"Mr. Liu, to be honest, I don't have any good rules right now. Some people in the north are too radical."

Exhaling a long puff of smoke, the old cat smiled bitterly and said:
“In addition to our line, they also sent people to Guyana, and even dared to touch Yang Caiyu. Now that guy is completely enraged.

He must have guessed that the Quiana people were behind this, but he didn't even try them, he just killed them ruthlessly, leaving no one alive." "So, he has completely turned against me? Didn't you just say that there is still a chance to sit down and talk to him?"

Old Liu's tone was somewhat solemn. To this day, no one was willing to face Du Weiguo directly, and he was unwilling to do so either.

"It's difficult~" The old cat shook his head helplessly:
“Master Liu, if we had shown up when that guy first discovered the Landlord Association, we might have had a chance to talk peacefully.

However, the Prophet's gang poisoned dozens of people who knew about the incident and even tried to silence Feng Jiu, deliberately escalating the situation and turning it into an irreconcilable confrontation."

Mr. Liu responded quickly:

"So, you turned against him at the last minute and plotted to kill that stupid charlatan? You wanted to be nice to him and mend our relationship?"

"Yes." The old cat nodded:
"This kid is extremely protective of his own people, and he is vindictive. If his trusted confidants are killed, let alone peace talks, I think he will dare to go north directly."

The old cat smoked a lot and finished a cigarette in just a few puffs. He threw away the cigarette butt and smacked his lips:

"In addition, that old charlatan Pang Donglai and the group of evil spirits he has gathered are all restless troubles, hoping that the world will not be in chaos. I have long wanted to kill them."

"What about Yuan? He doesn't even let his own people go?"

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There was a flash of faint green light in Old Liu's eyes, and his tone was a little cold.

The old cat was very perceptive and realized the core of Mr. Liu's question almost instantly. However, he did not shy away from it and said frankly:
"Sacrifice is inevitable. In order to complete the mission, or to achieve a more valuable goal, each of us can sacrifice at any time. We are all determined to die~~"

"Hohohoho~"

Old Liu suddenly sneered, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, instantly interrupting Old Cat's passionate speech.

"Boy, you say this so fluently. You must have said it many times before, right? But after all the sacrifices, how come you are still alive and well?"

"Uh~" The old cat was speechless.

Old Liu walked out slowly from the shadows. He was not wearing a mask. He was a thin old man with ordinary appearance, but his eyes were as deep as the night sky.

He stretched out his skinny old hand and patted the old cat on the shoulder:

"Kid, you can have fun by yourself. You can sacrifice whoever you want, but I won't play with you anymore. I still have a few years left to live."

The old cat was a little anxious: "Mr. Liu, you want to leave? This is against the agreement~~"

Old Liu snorted coldly and interrupted again:
"Nonsense, the previous agreement was just to try my best to protect you. Now, you are asking for your own death, and I don't want to be a scapegoat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Liu walked out resolutely.

In the pitch-dark cabin, only Old Cat was left standing blankly in the darkness. His eyes kept changing, gleaming with brilliance, and no one knew what he was thinking.

At the same time, in the south of St. Georgetown, District 69.

This district was planned and completed only two years ago. It consists of six east-west horizontal main streets and nine north-south longitudinal main roads.

Such a cool district name was naturally chosen by Du Weiguo's grandson himself.

Because it is a new district, the people living in Districts 6 and 9 are basically immigrants, half of them are Chinese, a small half are from America, and the remaining few are from Europe.

Most of the residences in District 69 are six-story tube-shaped buildings, which are built not for grandeur but simply to save space.

Therefore, District 20 is the most densely populated place in the entire St. Georgetown. Nearly 70 people are crammed into a small space of less than square kilometers, almost catching up with Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen in later generations.

With so many people, there are naturally more disputes. Therefore, District 69 is also the place with the worst security in St. George's Town. It is a mixed bag of good and bad people, and various cases emerge one after another.

Rumor has it that whether Saint Rule is peaceful or not, District 69 has the final say.

At this moment, in a vacant room on the top floor of Dongshan in a 6-story tube building on Desheng Road in District .

A typical American fat woman, speaking broken Chinese, proudly said:

"Look at this, Northman. It has electricity, running water, and a toilet. It's open from north to south and fully furnished. Even if you look around the entire 69th District, you won't find a better room than mine."

The fat woman puffed out her strong chest and twirled a bunch of keys on her carrot-like fingers. This fat woman was the landlady.

This tube-shaped building was built on the original courtyard of her home, and later she was compensated with half a floor, a total of 12 rooms.

Behind her stood a tall Chinese man with a beard and a scar on his face. He looked like a bad guy.

"It's really good. How much per month?" The man asked in a muffled voice, glancing around the room with his eyes squinting.

This house is really nice, because it faces the east mountain, has windows on both the north and south sides, and has a cross-breeze. At the same time, it is on the top floor, so there is no obstruction around it and the lighting is very good.

There are not many pieces of furniture in the house, but it can meet the basic needs of life. There is also a separate bathroom, which is also very clean.

"Yankee, what do you use to settle accounts? Dollars, Guyana dollars, or chips?"

The fat American woman answered the question irrelevantly, and a cunning light flashed in her small eyes, which were squeezed into a slit.

"What's the difference?" The sturdy man was confused.

"Hey, northerner, judging from your physique, you should be a security guard in the free trade zone, right?" The fat woman chuckled and still answered the question irrelevantly.

"What? To rent your house, I have to check your household registration? So many words, why don't you just tell me how much it costs?"

The sturdy man spoke harshly with a frown on his face, and it was obvious that he was a man with little patience.

Seeing the fierce light in the strong man's eyes, the fat woman suddenly felt uneasy and didn't dare to keep it a secret any longer:
"If you use Guyana currency to settle, then the monthly rent will be 100 yuan. If you use US dollars, it is only 22 yuan. As for chips, if they are from Kunpeng Casino, only 20 denominations are needed."

At present, the official exchange rate of the US dollar to the Guyanese dollar is 1:4, while the black market is 1:5. If settled in US dollars, the fat woman will immediately earn an extra 10 dollars.

As for the chips of Kunpeng Casino, because they are personally endorsed by Du Weiguo, they are now the strongest currency on the market in Saint George.

The official exchange rate between chips and US dollars is 1:1, while the black market exchange rate is 1:1.2.

"I'll give you three months' worth of US dollars first. You don't need to give me the change for the extra money. I'll use chips to settle the bill later."

The sturdy man took out a small stack of US dollar bills, counted out 7 Alexanders (10 US dollars) and handed them to the fat woman.

After receiving the money, the fat woman smiled so much that her eyebrows were not visible, and even her address became more elegant:

"Okay, sir. I wish you a pleasant stay. I also live on this floor. If you need anything, feel free to contact me."

After closing the door, the sturdy man sat down on the chair, lit a gold-mouthed black-stemmed Kunpeng President cigarette, and said to himself coldly:
"Damn, the water in Saint Georgetown is quite deep. Who is controlling the black market?"

The bearded burly man who rented the house was naturally Du Weiguo in disguise.

He decided to hide in the city. After all, he had the ability to teleport, so he could ignore the distance and arrive at any emergency in an instant no matter where it happened.

In addition, the incident caused by Yu Hanliang and his group previously also sounded a wake-up call to Du Weiguo.

Quiana was his most important legacy and he could not afford to lose it. He decided to take this opportunity to find out more about Saint George. (End of this chapter)