Chapter 757 - 361: Protect My Horse

"Ah! Someone’s dead!"

The crowd screamed incessantly, the middleman lying on the ground dead with eyes wide open, as the blood flowing from his chest quickly stained the snow red.

No one expected the gentle flower Daoist to kill without batting an eye, a stark contrast to the kind image that laughed and handed out money to the refugees.

At this moment, people also realized that this flower Daoist, whose attire was contrary to their stereotype, was indeed a real Daoist with cultivation.

"Young man, give it a try, don’t miss the opportunity, after all, it’s free. If you choose correctly, you can get all the money that person just put in and also regain your freedom."

The flower Daoist adjusted his sleeves and smiled faintly.

Upon hearing this, everyone was amazed and cast extremely envious glances at You Su.

The money hidden in the secret compartment was akin to a fortune to these refugees, money they probably wouldn’t make even with a lifetime of diligent work in that village. And now, this young man wearing a heavy felt hat had a chance to turn his life around!

Of course, many felt the rules were unfair, as they previously only got one or two silvers. However, because of the flower Daoist’s unintentional display of cruelty, no one dared to act up, and they could only envy You Su even more.

"I don’t like gambling on luck."

You Su’s refusal surprised everyone.

With the middleman killed, You Su was in a foul mood. His plan to enter the city crumbled, and holding only the identification without a referral greatly increased the risk of exposing his identity.

Now, to enter the city, he might have to resort to riskier methods, like using the Ruyi Wind Manipulation Skill to fly over the city walls, but such a method might trigger some alarm mechanisms and draw the attention of all the cultivators in the city. Unless absolutely necessary, You Su really didn’t want to use this method.

"Young man! If you don’t like it, I can do it for you! We can split the money fifty-fifty! I’m lucky! I just got a couple of silvers!"

Soon enough, people started crowding around, hoping You Su would give up this precious opportunity.

You Su pulled the brim of his hat lower, not wanting to bother with these people at all.

"My teacher taught me, no one in this world doesn’t gamble. If there is, it’s just because the stakes aren’t attractive enough for him." The flower Daoist suddenly laughed loudly, waving his colorful sleeves. "You draw. If you pick correctly, I will fulfill a wish for you within my capabilities. How about it?"

You Su paused, finally turning back:

"Your tricks won’t fool me."

As he spoke, You Su placed his hand on the first secret compartment.

The flower Daoist was a bit astonished by the young man’s certainty in his words, so he smiled even more, "Alright."

Immediately, he opened the third secret compartment, which was completely empty.

"Now there are two secret compartments left. Young man, choose again." The flower Daoist gestured invitingly.

Seeing this, the people around wished they could trade places with You Su.

The opportunity to change one’s fate lay right in front of him. Some advised You Su to stick to his guns, while others urged him to switch to another. These people each had their own opinions, arguing until they were red in the face.

You Su patted the restless Bai Ze in his arms. This little Divine Beast was also intrigued by the game, continuously nudging You Su’s left hand, as if telling You Su:

Just pick the first one you chose! Trust yourself!

"Switch to the second one." You Su’s voice was calm.

Upon hearing this, many sighed with regret, feeling You Su was truly wasting his chance.

"Stay true to your original self, only then will you reach the end, young man," the flower Daoist advised with a leisurely voice.

You Su raised an eyebrow but didn’t take these well-intended reminders to heart.

"Just the second one." You Su insisted on switching.

Hearing this, the flower Daoist sighed softly, and the people around became even more regretful, seeing his expression.

The flower Daoist slowly reached his hand over the second secret compartment, lifting the small door of the compartment amidst everyone’s eager or despairing gazes.

To everyone’s astonishment, all the gold and silver that the middleman had lost were actually hidden in the second compartment!

For a moment, the sound of cheers and exclamations filled the air.

"Congratulations, young man! It seems... your luck is indeed quite good." The flower Daoist applauded and congratulated, his smile radiant.

Bai Ze also rolled excitedly in You Su’s arms.

You Su, however, did not seem overly pleased, as if everything was within his expectations.

Refugees also came forward to congratulate You Su, trying to establish a good relationship, as if this would make You Su generously share some of his good fortune.

Amidst the crowd’s immersion in the joy of You Su’s win, a sudden, urgent, and heavy sound of hooves approached from afar, breaking the lively jubilation.

A team of soldiers clad in iron armor, wielding long spears, swept in like the wind of winter, their eyes sharp as eagles as they scanned every person present.

They were none other than the Shuocheng city guards, who had come in response to the murder report.

"Make way! Where is the corpse?!" The leading soldier’s voice was loud, waving his whip, under the armor, his plump belly jiggled thrice.

The refugees were so frightened they tumbled back, scurrying away to avoid involvement. Some quietly complained, wondering why these officials always loved to ask when the corpse was right in front of them. Does it make them appear more imposing?

The leading soldier, looking at the shocking bloodstain, swung his whip forcefully again, sending a shower of snowflakes into the air, scaring the crowd into silence.

The reason for the leading soldier’s anger was not to assert his authority but because he recognized the deceased. He was a lackey doing some shady business for a big shot in town. They had collaborated for years, secretly allowing numerous unlucky souls into the city, which had earned him quite a bit of money, growing him into such a well-fed figure.