c266: Dreamed and Realistic Version of Senior Brother

The roof of Plenty Gold Company…

Xu Xiaoshou sat in this high location with his legs dangling. Watching from a distance, one might suspect that he wanted to commit suicide.

However, the Plenty Gold Company building was too high, so ordinary people couldn’t see him from the ground. On the other hand, the spiritual cultivators, who were able to see him, had no time or energy to pay attention to such a matter or a person who was idle enough to come to the roof.

As such, it was certain that no one would come there to intervene.

Of course, Xu Xiaoshou was not desperate as to commit suicide.

He just couldn’t figure things out.

In the midst of a strong wind, Xu Xiaoshou ate the beef with his hands. He had almost finished eating one meal. He witnessed the scene on the ground from the beginning to the end.

He saw Mu Zixi being confined the first time and then being trapped again.

As for why he didn’t get down to save his junior sister…

“Hey, why did things end up like this? I just killed one person, so why have so many powerful swordsmen come?” Xu Xiaoshou thought with a worried expression on his face.

He fixed his gaze on the swordsman holding the sword, who was the leader of the three swordsmen. To be precise, he gazed at the gray-green ancient sword in his hands.

There was an inexplicable pulsation in his heart.

The pulsation seemed to be a call from ancient times, or a tremor from the depths of the soul, which was mysterious, complicated, and inexplicable.

Xu Xiaoshou had experienced this feeling.

He had felt it when he encountered Su Qianqian’s Epitaph of City Snow and Lei Shuanxing’s Whipping God Staff.

“Is it another famous sword?”

The young man covered his head with his hands in pain, thinking that it was another famous sword. It meant that there was at least a swordsman as powerful as Xiao Qixiu backing the sword.

Worst of all, more terrifying characters, such as the masked man, might show up as well.

“I shouldn’t get involved in such trouble!”

Moreover, there were more things Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t figure out.

He moved his line of sight away and focused on the swordsman with nine swords standing behind the swordsman holding the sword.

“There are nine swords…”

“Cough, cough!” Xu Xiaoshou choked on the beef in his mouth and couldn’t stop coughing.

All the nine swords couldn’t be famous, but the red one in the center attracted Xu Xiaoshou’s attention, causing a pulsation in his soul.

“Damn, what the hell is the background of these guys? Two famous swords among three of them?”

“Does their family forge famous swords or specialize in selling famous swords?”

“Are they from a famous sword specialty store?”

Xu Xiaoshou felt envious. “It’s true that one can become very angry when comparing oneself with the others. I don’t even have one famous sword, but these three swordsmen have two.”

He took a deep breath and tried to forget the distracting thoughts in his mind.

Yet, the possessions and actions of the three swordsmen were no longer important because they seemed intent on leaving.

The other two powerful swordsmen were the problem.

“Tangtang and Gugu?”

Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.

Seeing the purple chain and golden Zen staff, he recalled seeing the small copper stove Mo Mo always held.

The power sealed on them was the same as Mo Mo’s.

“So, are there two grey mist figures?”

“Damn it!”

“My junior sister, have you done something that angered heaven and people?”

“Your senior brother only left for just a little while, but you have made such a big mess.”

“Who can clean up the mess?”

Although he was extremely reluctant and had millions of reasons to refuse, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t keep on sitting on the roof after he heard the heart-wrenching cry from his junior sister.

He threw the cooked beef aside.

He stood up.

“I shouldn’t get hit from such a long distance, and the cause and effect won’t be my problem either.”

Xu Xiaoshou had chosen to believe in mystics. That belief was reinforced by the array wheel.

Seeing the vicious Jiao Tangtang approaching Mu Zixi, he cupped his mouth with his hands and roared, “Halt feet!”

Among the crowd below…

“Halt feet!”

“Feet!”