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"Boy, are you dumb? I don't remember there being such a powerful mute in our grassland."

Sun Dashi took out a handful of gray-white powder from a cloth bag on his waist and sprinkled it on his cut arm. The cut flesh began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The effect was even better than that of the mountain god.

The wound healed, and a grayish-white centipede-like scar appeared on the arm. Sun Dashi bit his fingertips and drew a few lines along the scar, and another tattoo appeared.

Looking at the densely packed tattoos on his body, each mark represented at least one person who had been tortured to death in this way.

No wonder these people wanted to run away when they saw him. This old man had a bad reputation, but he was also extremely powerful. In the Liao Kingdom, except for those who had achieved inner realm, even those who had reached the great perfection of outer realm would not be his match.

And he is obviously a killer under the command of some big shot, and this big shot can guarantee that the inner world of Liao will not cause trouble to him.

"He's not dumb, he's a Tang!"

In the distance, a man poked his head out of a warehouse and shouted. It was one of the people that Zhao Yushu had just protected and hid in a warehouse, a Tang manager who had been chatting with him happily at the dock in the past few days.

"Goddess, please don't kill me. I will help you pass the message to him!"

The steward blushed and tried hard to force a flattering smile.

Sun Dashi smiled and waved to him.

The young steward was stunned, walked out trembling, and slowly moved towards Sun Dashi.

"Get out of here!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The steward trotted to Sun Dashi and knelt down with a plop: "Just give me your orders, Immortal."

"Repeat what you just said to him in Chinese."

"what?"

A sacrificial knife was placed on his neck: "I told you to speak, so you just speak. What are you talking about?"

"Yes! Yes, yes! Then, that Tangren, you are not mute. I, I, this immortal will not kill me. I will help the immortal to pass on a message to you!"

Zhao Yushu laughed. Damn! After all his years of doing good deeds, this was the first time he was betrayed by the person he saved. Although his identity being exposed was not a big deal, it was a really unpleasant feeling.

"Tang people?"

Yelu Rang looked at Zhao Yushu with a look of surprise and doubt on his face. If Li Tong wanted to kill him, he would not be able to survive here. At most, he would be killed in Dading Prefecture, because this place was too close to Linhuang Prefecture. Once he took action, it would be easy for the top masters of the Liao Kingdom to catch up. Using a great monk to exchange for a basically useless King of the Southern Courtyard was not worth it.

So he is not Li Tong's man.

"That Tang man!"

Yelu Rang was a member of the Liao royal family and spoke fluent Chinese. After all, he was the Liao noble who had the most dealings with the Tang.

"No matter what price someone offers you, I will double it. No, triple it. Kill Sun Dashi for me. How about that?"

Yelu Rang had said the same words countless times. Now, after adding some chips, he shouted them out again in Chinese, and Zhao Yushu finally understood.

"His name is Sun Dashi?"

Zhao Yushu pointed at the laughing Sun Dashi and felt a little unhappy. Why did you choose this name? It sounds very similar to my idol's. It makes me want to kill you even more.

"Yes! He is Sun Dashi."

"An earth-level item. I will kill him, provided that I see the item first."

Yelu Rang hesitated. The price was very high, but not so high in the current situation. Fortunately, he did have an Earth-grade item.

"what did he say?"

Sun Dashi patted the steward's face with the sacrificial knife, and the steward hurriedly translated the conversation between Yelu Rang and Zhao Yushu.

"You have guts, hahahaha, you really have guts, ask him who he is."

"Well, Tangren, the Immortal wants to ask you, who is it?"

Zhao Yushu spread his hands and said, "What's the use if the dead know it?"

The steward hesitated for a moment, but still translated Zhao Yushu's words honestly. However, he did not notice that before he translated, Sun Dashi had already grinned.

"I say, I don't have time to waste with you. Do you want to give me an earth-grade item or not?"

Zhao Yushu raised his sword and pointed at Yelu Rang, his tone full of impatience.

"Okay! I believe that the Tang people are all good men who keep their promises!"

Yelu Rang shouted loudly, but still didn't take out the things.

Oh, you flatter me, you want me to swear an oath and make a promise? You are the King of Nanyuan, but the political promises you made to that rubbish Li Huan were bullshit, and now you believe this? Or is it that when a man is about to die, he will grab the sword that is stretched out?

"Okay, if I take the things, I can't kill this, uh, Sun Dashi, and destroy him both physically and spiritually, is that enough?"

This so-called oath was full of flaws and loopholes in every sentence, but Yelu Rang did not dare to say it was not enough.

A ground-level treasure was of no use to him. After all, Yelu Rang was the King of the Southern Courtyard and had the necessary bearing. He immediately took off a small bronze plate that had been hanging around his waist and held it high.

Zhao Yushu narrowed his eyes.

This bronze plate looked ordinary, just casually hung on the belt, without even a hint of spiritual power. It did not look like a treasure at all. Unless one had the divine eyes of the Zhang brothers from Nanyang back then, most people would miss it.

"Even a mortal like me can use this item. All it takes is a secret word. If you kill Sun Dashi, the secret word will be given to you immediately."

After Yelu Rang finished speaking, he raised his hand and threw the bronze medal directly over.

Chengying flew over silently, spun around and wrapped around the bronze plate, pulling it back into his hand. Yelu Rang was stunned. He was a mortal, so he naturally couldn't see Tiancansi and Chengying. Sun Dashi in the distance spat and cursed in a low voice.

"I've given you the things, let's get started."

Zhao Yushu stroked the bronze plate, which had depictions of birds and animals on it. There was already mottled verdigris in the carvings. It was unknown what era the product was from, nor what its function was.

Sun Dashi never took any action. Instead, he watched Zhao Yushu accept the bronze medal, then patted the head of the steward who was kneeling beside him.

"You Tang people are like that. When you see something good, you forget everything else."

"Yes, yes, yes! The Immortal is right, huh?"

The steward complimented him out of habit, and then suddenly realized that Sun Dashi said this in Chinese.

He understands Chinese!

He doesn't even need to do the translation himself!

So what is he going to do?!

The steward soon knew what Sun Dashi wanted to do.

Sun Dashi started dancing again.

Zhao Yushu immediately became fully alert. He had not yet seen through the opponent's moves. What should he do if Sun Dashi's target this time was him?

Sun Dashi was dancing and laughing at the same time, and the manager was so scared that he was shitting and pissing himself because Sun Dashi was laughing at him.

The dance ended quickly. Sun Dashi stomped his feet on the ground three times and took out the sacrificial knife.

Zhao Yushu couldn't understand. Did killing everyone require such a complicated ritual? The time of dancing was enough for an ordinary cultivator to kill him ten times.

There's something fishy here.

Sun Dashi scratched his left shoulder lightly and a drop of blood flowed out.