C120 A Bunch of Old Foxes
C120 A Bunch of Old Foxes
In the end, there was really no one on the stage to support him. Other than Liang Sihee and Qing, who occasionally cheered and applauded to relieve the awkwardness, the others were all busy with their own things. Their thoughts and vision were not on the performance on the stage at all.
City Lord Lu Ba was talking to the two distinguished guests of the City Lord's Mansion.
In front of those two people, he appeared to be much more reserved, as if he was lowering his own value.
Zhou Hao's hearing was excellent. He listened to their conversation as he performed.
The older man said to Lu Ba, "I heard City Lord Lu put out the fire last night?"
Lu Ba clicked his tongue and said with slight embarrassment, "It's strange. It doesn't rain, but the fire is extinguished..."
The two men laughed lightly and said, "There are many strange things in Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain. It's not a strange thing that a small fire was unexpectedly extinguished. City Lord Lu, don't take it to heart."
Lu Ba nodded uneasily. There was a trace of disdain and anger in his eyes.
When Zhou Hao heard them say that the fire in Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain had been extinguished, he finally felt a lot more relaxed.
In just a day's time, a huge forest fire had been extinguished. It seemed that the combined strength of the Mortal Beast was still very impressive.
Lu Ba did not want to be entangled in this embarrassing matter, so he turned to ask the two of them, "The death of the two senior disciples in the mountain is really painful for me. I want to make up a list of the victims in the mountain. As a sign of consolation. "
"At this moment, the two elders came to look for the deceased disciples, but I wonder what the names of your senior disciples are like?" His eyes were filled with a strange light as he looked at the other party.
Among the two, the older one paused for a moment and said, "My name is... Yang Yan."
His reply was somewhat sluggish, as if he was very unfamiliar with that name.
Lu Ba nodded, but then asked him hesitantly, "Elder Han, didn't you say that three disciples died in the mountain?"
That Elder Han was speechless, and stammered, "Uh... Yes, there are two other disciples. One is called... Qin Feng, and the other is called... Li Yang..."
His reply sounded hesitant and conflicted. It was as if those names were fabricated by him at the last minute.
Lu Ba nodded as if he knew something. Then, he looked at the other person.
The young man hurriedly said, "Yes, Elder Han is right. These three disciples were the ones who were killed!"
His tone sounded as if he had a guilty conscience and was in a hurry to explain, causing people to become suspicious.
Seeing that Lu Ba was suspicious, Elder Han quickly thought of a way to divert his attention. He suddenly clapped his hands towards Zhou Hao, who was performing on the stage, and shouted, "Good skill!"
However, at this time, Zhou Hao did not perform to the point where it was interesting.
His performance could be said to be well known.
Lu Ba gave a strange smile and summoned a servant who was holding a pen as a record. He then said to Elder Han, "Elder Han, can you repeat the name you mentioned just now?"
"This..." Elder Han stammered and said in a low voice, "One is called Yang... Yan, and... This... "
His tone was sluggish, very strange, not even his own disciple's name could be clearly said.
However, Lu Ba did not seem to want to let go. He stared at him, waiting for him to say the rest of the names.
Elder Han seemed to be unable to think of the names he had just said, so he suddenly put on a sad expression. He cried out bitterly, "My three beloved disciples are so pitiful. As masters, they were unable to protect you. It's because I was too incompetent! "
He looked like he was really feeling extremely sad for the deaths of his disciples.