The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 48 Oil Fragrance
Fu Juemin waited on the street for a while, and finally Cao Tian returned with a group of people.

Qian Fei and Ma Daikui, who had been sent out to report to the authorities and search for the missing person, were among them.

"Master!"

The group quickly ran up to Fu Juemin, and Qian Fei immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing him.

"Thank goodness you're alright."

"Have the police arrived yet?"

Fu Juemin tossed him the opened pack of "Silk Road" brand cigarettes and asked directly.

"coming."

Qian Fei wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke quickly, "Deputy Director Zhou led the team, and even County Chief Hu came."

When we arrived, the chaos at the intersection of Yiqian Street and Datong Road had been largely brought under control.

Qian Fei paused, then said in a low voice, "Almost all the shops along the street were smashed, and quite a few students were injured. This is going to give County Chief Hu a real headache."

Hearing that the situation at the rally street had stabilized, Fu Juemin felt a little relieved and turned to look at Ma Daikui.

Ma Daikui naturally knew what he wanted to ask, and replied simply, "Second Master has arrived with his men and is waiting for you at the entrance of South Market Street."

"it is good."

Without further ado, Fu Juemin immediately told the group to head to the intersection of Nanshi Street.

Qian Feiji, quick-witted, hailed a rickshaw nearby and brought it to Fu Juemin: "Young master, you've been wronged. Our rickshaw is still stuck on Yiqian Street and can't get out."

Fu Juemin nodded and got into the rickshaw, while Qian Fei and the others jogged alongside.

As the son of Fu Guosheng, the richest man in Luanhe, he is usually chauffeured around in a car. This is the first time he has ridden in this very modern mode of transportation.

The nimble rickshaw pullers pulled their rickshaws quickly and steadily, and their speed in the city was not much slower than that of cars.

Not long after they arrived at the intersection of Nanshi Street, Fu Juemin saw from afar that his second uncle, Fu Guoping, was leading a large group of strong men in tight-fitting clothes and carrying guns, standing in the middle of the street with an imposing aura like bandits entering the city.

Passersby all kept their distance, and some merchants who recognized him as the second master of the Fu family took the initiative to offer him fruits and snacks.

"Second uncle."

Fu Juemin got off the rickshaw and walked straight toward Fu Guoping.

"Ling Jun".

Upon seeing Fu Juemin, Fu Guoping's tense expression immediately eased by a third, and he then asked with a serious expression, "Da Kui came over and told me that you discovered...the situation?"

Fu Juemin nodded and briefly explained the whole matter to Fu Guoping.

The passage naturally omits the part about being deliberately plotted against and killed by the Cizun Sect, only saying that he was unlucky enough to be implicated and then accidentally discovered the clues.

"According to you, the Cizun Sect, which incites refugees to riot, is actually being manipulated by the Head Rat Demon?"

After listening to Fu Juemin's story, Fu Guoping pondered for a moment before speaking.

"The banner of the Compassionate Sect is embroidered with a large rat, and the evil spirits haunting it are probably just a rat that has become a demon."

Fu Juemin said with certainty, "That rat demon should be hiding somewhere in the eastern part of the city right now."

"Second Uncle believes you."

Fu Guoping looked at Fu Juemin and frowned. "But Lingjun, have you ever thought about how big the entire East City is? How many people live there?"

Even if Second Uncle sends out all the hundreds of brothers from the Civil Affairs Department, with the remnants of the Ci Zun Sect and the ignorant masses secretly covering for them, I'm afraid that before that beast is found, half of the manpower will be lost.

Even if they were lucky enough to find it, in a bustling city center where many people live, Uncle Er couldn't use many of his methods.

"So the best way is to lure that rat demon out."

Fu Juemin's eyes flickered slightly, and he calmly replied.

Fu Guoping paused, looking at him with some surprise, "It seems you've already come up with a plan."

Fu Juemin nodded.

From the moment he led Cao Tian in pursuit of the man in colorful clothes, he had been considering how to deal with the rat demon behind the Ci Zun Sect.

By now, I have a fairly well-developed plan in mind.

"There is a way, but whether it will work or not, we'll have to try to find out."

Fu Juemin leaned close to Fu Guoping's ear and whispered something to him.

After he finished speaking, Fu Guoping frowned deeply. After a long silence, he finally slapped his thigh heavily and waved his hand, shouting, "Someone, quickly go and prepare!"

"Oh!"

A small door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and a man in colorful clothes with a face as white as gold stumbled in, carrying a pottery urn about a foot tall.

This is a completely dark room.

In the center of the dark room stood a shrine, with several prayer cushions placed in front of it.

The man in colorful clothes struggled to the altar, and with difficulty, he fumbled for a tinderbox in his pocket. He tremblingly lit the two incense sticks on the altar, and then knelt down on the prayer mat with a thud.

The dim light of the two-inch incense candle barely illuminated the surrounding darkness, and one could vaguely see that large and small pottery jars were scattered all over the floor of this small, dark room.

Behind the altar, there was a large hole about half a person's height in the wall. The hole was dark and exuded a strange chill and eeriness. No one knew what was hidden inside.

"Compassionate One"

The man in colorful clothes knelt before the altar, his face deathly pale, and knocked over the small urn in his arms.

The thick oil contained in the jar was poured out instantly, flowing freely onto the ground, and the entire dark room was instantly filled with a rich oily aroma.

"Merciful One...save...save me!"

After completing this last action, the man in colorful clothes seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He was almost half-paralyzed in front of the altar, and as he spoke, bloody spitting air kept escaping from his mouth and nose.

He vomited blood all the way here, his sternum and internal organs were almost completely shattered. If he hadn't been holding on by sheer willpower, he probably would have died on the way.

But after holding on until now, the man in colorful clothes finally ran out of energy and died.

"Merciful One... Save me, My Merciful One!"

The man in colorful clothes murmured repeatedly, his voice gradually weakening. At a certain moment, his head tilted to the side, and he fell to the ground, completely silent.

Crimson blood flowed from beneath him, mixing with the slowly dripping sesame oil on the ground, forming irregular shapes.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Accompanied by a rustling sound, golden grains of rice flowed out like fine sand from the large hole behind the altar.

Immediately afterwards, two eerie, will-o'-the-wisps of light silently emerged from the darkness.

A large, dark figure suddenly leaped out of the cave, over the altar, and greedily licked up all the sesame oil and blood on the ground.

then
It bit into the corpse of the man in colorful clothes, and with a "whoosh," it retreated back into the cave entrance.

Half a breath later, a series of faint and eerie chewing sounds echoed from inside the cave. In the dark room, only two candle flames flickered weakly.
Chengdong Kiln Factory.

Fu Juemin and Fu Guoping stood in front of an abandoned brick kiln, gazing at the dark kiln opening below.

A short while later, several men emerged from the brothel, wiping their sweat as they reported, "Second Master, the entrance is sealed."

Fu Juemin's eyes flickered slightly, and he took the initiative to ask, "Has every part inside been checked?"

The man replied, "I've seen them all; they're top-quality official kiln porcelain!"

The kiln walls were coated with a mixture of glutinous rice juice and egg white, and after more than ten years of firing, they're as hard as cast iron; even a pickaxe can't break them. Absolutely meets your requirements, Young Master Fu!

"That's good."

Fu Juemin nodded, then turned to look at Fu Guoping, "Second Uncle, you can put the oil in now."

Fu Guoping responded and then called for someone to bring up a large jar the size of a wine pot. He pointed at the jar and said to Fu Juemin, "Smell it."

Fu Juemin blinked and stepped forward to lift the lid of the urn.

In an instant, an indescribable, extremely rich aroma of oil wafted out of the jar and rushed straight to his mouth and nose.

The fragrance was so strong that there was no need to breathe actively. Fu Juemin simply stood in front of the urn, and the fragrance seemed to come alive, seeping into his body through every pore.

One whiff of it and your internal organs feel as if they've been thoroughly moistened and refreshed.

"what?"

Fu Juemin covered his mouth and nose, staring at the clumps of brownish-black viscous substance in the jar. The smell of oil made him feel nauseous and want to vomit.

“I brought all the old oil paste that Yongfeng Oil Mill had accumulated for over a hundred years.”

Fu Guoping pointed at the jar and laughed, "You don't know, just digging out this jar of old oil made three oil mill workers faint from the aroma."

(End of this chapter)