797 The Ferocious Brother Jiu (1)

The Nether Capital was bustling with activity. Even at night, there was still a lot of traffic.

In front of a brothel, a few young masters jumped down from their carriage. They held folding fans in their hands, cupped their hands, and greeted each other. They walked into the brothel with smiles on their faces, but a shadow suddenly flashed and grabbed one of the young masters, dragging him into an alley.

The remaining people looked at each other.

“What happened just now?”

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“I-I don’t know… Eh? Where’s Young Master Wang?”

“That’s right, where is he? He was here just now…”

“What the hell!”

The few of them were frightened.

The kidnapped Young Master Wang was even more frightened until his face turned pale. He was talking to someone and in the blink of an eye, he was dragged into the alley and was even slammed against the wall. The worst thing was that this person was wearing a fang mask. It was really terrifying!

If not for the person’s shadow on the ground, he would have thought that he had been possessed. He stammered, “You, you, you, you… Who are you? Robbery… Robbery or rape?”

“…” The first sentence was still reasonable, but what was going on with the second sentence…

“Where’s the Lan family?” Yan Jiuchao asked coldly.

So he was asking for directions. Hero, you should have said so earlier!

Young Master Wang pointed to the east end of the alley with trembling hands. “Go… go out there and go south. Just keep walking and you’ll reach there… The Lan family is very big. You won’t miss it…”

“Where’s the Sikong family?” Yan Jiuchao asked.

Huh?

Young Master Wang was stunned. Was this hero from the Nether Capital? It was fine if he didn’t know where the Lan family was, but why didn’t he even know about the Sikong family’s mansion?

Although he was puzzled, Young Master Wang still honestly pointed the way. The Sikong family was not far from the Lan family. After coming out of the Lan family’s main entrance, one mile north and three miles east was the Sikong family’s manor.

Although it was called a manor, it was actually not inferior to the palace. However, commoners were not allowed to approach that place. Those who trespassed would be killed without mercy.

Young Master Wang did not say anything about this.

Who asked this person to be so fierce when asking for directions? He should be captured by the Longya Guard!

Although Young Master Wang had a little selfish motive, he was right to point the way.

The Longya Guards outside the Sikong Manor were even better than the sacrificial soldiers of the Helian family. Ordinary people would be found out by the Longya Guards before they could get close. Unfortunately, he was a Ghost King with internal energy and qinggong. This defense was not difficult for him.

As for the door of the Sikong Manor, it was not so easy to get close. A few extremely terrifying auras enveloped the entire manor. The outcome of barging in was most likely to be torn to pieces by these auras.

Just as Yan Jiuchao was thinking about how to infiltrate the manor, a carriage drove over from not far away. It seemed like it was going to drive into the Sikong Manor.

Yan Jiuchao entered the carriage in a flash. The carriage successfully entered the manor. This was a carriage for supplies. When they passed by the storeroom, Yan Jiuchao quietly flashed down.

“Take them all. This box is for Second Young Master, and this box is for Eldest Young Master.” In the storeroom, a man who looked like a steward handed two boxes to two servants.

The two of them received the box and went in different directions.

Yan Jiuchao followed the second one. The servant came to a quiet courtyard. Yan Jiuchao looked at the plaque strangely—Qingfeng Courtyard.

The dignified eldest son of the Sikong family actually lived in such a dilapidated place?

Tsk~

A certain ghost king (young master) raised his eyes arrogantly and strode in behind the servant.

“I’m here to deliver something to Eldest Young Master.” After the servant handed the box to the attendant in the courtyard, he turned around and left.

The attendant opened the box and took a look. He pouted unhappily before carrying the box into Sikong Changfeng’s room.

“What, it’s these leftovers again!” In the room, the attendant complained. “I dare to guarantee that the calligraphy that’s sent to Second Young Master’s room is a hundred times better than ours! You’re the eldest son of the Sikong family. Why should you give in to him everything?”

Sikong Changfeng ignored him.

However, the attendant had no intention of shutting up. He complained to himself, “It’s fine if you want to give up these worldly possessions, but why did you give up your marriage to the Saintess to him? Young Master, you’re the eldest son of the Sikong family. How can you let him marry the Saintess? That saying is really right. With a stepmother, there will be a stepfather!”

Sikong Changfeng was born from the first wife of the Sikong family’s head. However, his biological mother passed away when he was young. The current Mrs. Sikong was the second wife of the Sikong family’s head and was also the second young master’s biological mother.