Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1134 574: Bloodshed in the Black Market (Part 3)

Goncharova gritted her teeth: "Who wants to kill us?"

Sounds of fighting echoed in the corridor, Yan Hong'er shouted as she opened the door: "Director Du, over here!"

Director Du?

Luchalev did not react; he didn't know who Director Du was.

Goncharova had a fierce reaction; she knew who Director Du was, but she couldn't understand why Director Du was targeting them.

Could those rumors be true?

Du Wenming, in order to keep his position, had targeted and killed several acquaintances, including many members of the Ferry Gang.

And now, is he coming for them?

Goncharova wanted to go to the hallway to see for herself; Tang Changfa moved aside at the entrance: "Go ahead, going means certain death!"

Yan Hong'er said to Goncharova: "You're poisoned, can't speak; without your voice, what can you, a Sound Cultivator, do?"

Yan Cui'er said: "Let them go, don't bother with them; we've done enough. Just wait for the reward!"

Luchalev held onto Goncharova, just as they were about to rush out the door, a human head fell at the entrance.

Seeing the golden hair, Luchalev was stunned. Though the head was covered in blood, he could still vaguely recognize the person's appearance.

It's Ilyakov, one of their subordinates.

Ilyakov was originally on the first floor. Hearing Goncharova's cries, he quickly ran to the second floor to support them, but he encountered an ambush and lost his head.

They were still in shock when two more golden-haired heads fell at the door.

Luchalev dared not move; these were also their subordinates. With three subordinates dead, should they still go out?

In this critical moment, Goncharova's mind remained clear. Though afflicted by the Foolish Cultivation Technique, she retained basic logic, knowing that staying here meant waiting for death.

She rushed out of the room first, Luchalev closely following.

In the corridor, they saw a figure dressed in pitch-black clothes, standing in the center of the walkway.

His feet were turned outward in a duck-foot stance, back hunched, shoulders drooping. With the light behind him, his face was obscured, and his posture was extremely rigid.

Just from seeing this eerie stance, Goncharova was certain of the person's identity; this was Du Wenming.

Using Ravsha Language, she said to the man in black: "Leader, I hope you can give us a reasonable explanation."

The man in black raised his left arm and lifted his left hand.

He raised his left hand again, wagging his finger at Goncharova.

According to Goncharova's understanding, the man in black didn't seem to want to offer any explanation.

But his real meaning was that he didn't understand Ravsha Language.

The man in black made a sliding step sideways, coming right in front of the two of them.

Luchalev pushed Goncharova aside and tightly embraced the man in black.

"Go quickly!"

Goncharova looked at Luchalev, seemingly reluctant.

"This is my honor!" Luchalev held the man in black tightly, "My lady, the most beautiful lady, you must live well!"

The man in black, with Luchalev, began to perform the Puppet Dance. Goncharova knew very well that once dancing with Du Wenming, it meant Luchalev had no chance of surviving.

Goncharova had no choice; tears in her eyes, she bolted down the staircase.

Luchalev continued to hold the man in black firmly.

The man in black easily broke free from his embrace without losing a bit of flesh.

Because he had no flesh, this man in black was not Du Wenming; it was Li Banfeng's shadow.

The Puppet Dance was something he had just learned, following the materials Du Wenming had sent him. With the Traveling Cultivator's agile footwork, he had learned some basic steps.

But he was not a Martial Cultivator and couldn't use Dance Cultivation Techniques to kill.

Luchalev hadn't realized what was going on when the shadow swung a sickle down upon him.

Luchalev still wanted to fight; he tried to stick the sickle.

If he could stick the weapon, he could buy some time and give Goncharova more chances to escape.

Unfortunately, the sickle couldn't be stuck because it was coated in oil.

The blade sliced through Luchalev's neck, a chill pierced through, and Luchalev's thoughts were cut off, his head falling to the ground.

The shadow took out the Clock Pendulum and gloves; the oil needed to be collected without leaving traces.

...

Goncharova charged down to the first floor, where the snack vendor blocked her path: "Where are you going? What's happening?"

"Get out of the way!" Goncharova shoved the vendor aside and dashed out of the theater.

The snack vendor phoned Lin Fojiao: "Mr. Lin, things have gone haywire in the venue."

A yawn echoed through the receiver: "Did you see Li Qi?"

"Not yet."

"Then just wait a bit longer."

...

Goncharova raced past the Cultural Palace gates, preparing to head to the nearest Secret Cultivation Conference base and rally the troops.

As she ran into a narrow path, a group of people suddenly appeared, blocking Goncharova's way.

Goncharova forcefully coughed up the sticky lump in her throat, took a deep breath, and readied for a desperate fight.

Shen Jingye stepped forward, initiating negotiations: "Lady, don't panic; we don't wish to harm you. We received reports of an incident at the Cultural Palace and need to investigate the situation; please cooperate with us."

Goncharova croaked: "Who are you people?"

So far, she still believed she was poisoned, her throat was in bad shape.

Shen Jingye didn't want to reveal his identity outside, so Li Qi beside him showed his credentials: "I am Li Qi from the Dark Star Bureau. There was a violent incident at the Cultural Palace, potentially involving illegal use of Dark Ability; please come with us to the Dark Star Bureau for investigation."

Li Qi!

Upon hearing this name, Goncharova felt as though she was saying her final goodbye to this world.