As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

"What's going on with you boss lady? How much money do you still have in your restaurant? Why do you need so much silver? Are you going to let us die?"

"That's right, our food now depends entirely on the national treasury. Fortunately, we sympathized with you just now, but we didn't expect you to be such a person. What an insult to Qingguo Country!"

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The words were all mixed together like a farce.

Jiang Ming looked at these people and was very satisfied with the sounds.

The landlady didn't expect him to talk nonsense, and immediately wanted to explain, but she was muffled by these voices.

After a while, some people even threw some things directly at the two people, and even cursed the proprietress and the cook.

They were beaten and left one after another. Before leaving, they glanced at Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan angrily.

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't help but feel happy.

These two people should be punished by these people, but the most serious thing now is, where has the prime minister gone?

"If we follow the proprietress and the cook, we might be able to find the last person."

Jiang Ming glanced at the two people who had disappeared and felt suspicious.

This speed is too fast, so fast that it makes people wonder. Could it be that the prime minister has practiced some secret technique?

Sikong Wuyuan couldn't find the two of them and couldn't help but feel confused.

"Where did the proprietress and the cook go? It's only been a while, but they're gone."

"Is there a possibility that they may not have left?"

At this moment, a young man appeared in front of Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan.

He had a smile on his lips, a thoughtful look in his eyes, he was suave, and he was wearing a white robe.

"and who are you?"

Jiang Ming glanced at the other party.

He remembered that this young man was among this crowd just now. He didn't know why he was here and chatted with them.

"My name is Song Chengyou, you can just call me by my name. I have heard of His Highness the Savior's reputation earlier, and now that I see him, he is indeed extraordinary."

"I wonder if I have the honor to be able to search for the Prime Minister with you?"

"You know quite a lot, have you been following us for a long time?"

Jiang Ming looked at Song Chengyou in confusion.

This was the only thing he could explain that made sense. Where did Song Chengyou start following them?

Song Chengyou suddenly felt aggrieved and said, "How could I follow you? I'm just spying on you."

Sikong Wuyuan suddenly became unhappy and said, "How did you spy on us? Why didn't we notice it at all?"

Song Chengyou coughed and said, "That's natural. I have a psychic magical weapon. This magical weapon can cover up all traces."

"If you saw it, wouldn't it be extremely unethical?"

"Is it a pair of eyes?"

Jiang Ming suddenly remembered that he felt something was watching him while he was sleeping.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of eyes that seemed to have been gouged out.

He thought he had seen it wrong.

"How did you know?"

Song Chengyou was dumbfounded and took out the eyes from his hand.

The eyes were made very lifelike, and he became proud and said, "Isn't this magic weapon powerful? Do you want to see all its functions?"

Sikong Wuyuan threatened: "If you continue to monitor us, be careful what we will do to you."

Song Chengyou immediately lowered his head and said, "I just want to join you. Besides, I also have news about the Prime Minister. Is it possible that you are unwilling to cooperate with me?"

"Some things are really not as simple as you think."

Song Chengyou said the last sentence quietly and unpredictable.

Jiang Ming couldn't help but feel curious.

"Then take us there, but how do you know about us? We are usually in the palace."

"To be honest, I am a servant in the palace, and I am following you here."

Song Chengyou said a little shyly.

"Young man? A person who possesses such a magic weapon doesn't look like a young man."

Sikong Wuyuan became confused, his eyes full of vigilance.

Song Chengyou said cryptically: "How can I not be a young man? I have learned some secret techniques from others before, and then I got such a magic weapon."

"Let's not talk about it anymore. The Prime Minister seems to be hiding in the suburbs."

As he spoke, his speed increased.

Although Jiang Ming was confused, he didn't say anything.

In his opinion, Song Chengyou still has something to use.

Seeing that Jiang Ming was very silent, Song Chengyou couldn't help but feel strange.

"Why don't you say anything? Your Highness the Savior, would you like to share your opinion? You may have sensed the news from the Prime Minister."

"Now we can no longer call him prime minister, we must call him criminal minister."

Sikong Wuyuan carefully corrected Song Chengyou's title.

Song Chengyou waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as we find the person, it doesn't matter. They walked all the way to the outskirts and found some footprints."

There was some soil on the footprints. Song Chengyou came closer and smelled it, and his expression became serious.

"These footprints belong to the prime minister."

"You can even smell footprints? It really opened my eyes."

Sikong Wu Yuan was suspicious and looked at Song Chengyou.

He felt that the other party was cheating, but now he could only trust the other party so much.

Song Chengyou stuck out his tongue and said, "That's natural. We will definitely find the prime minister by following the footprints."

As he spoke, his pace began to speed up again.

Following the footprints, they saw a rickety figure.

Looking further forward, the face was that of the Prime Minister.

Jiang Ming felt that it was too easy to find him, so he remained silent.

But Song Chengyou rushed forward directly.

"Master Prime Minister, I have finally found you."

The prime minister immediately panicked and tried to run forward, but was pulled back by Song Chengyou.

Song Chengyou found the rope from nowhere, tied him up, and pulled him in front of Jiang Ming.

"Lord Savior, we finally found the Prime Minister."

The Prime Minister felt uncomfortable for a moment.

"I just want to enjoy my old age. Why do you treat me like this?"

Sikong Wuyuan looked at the prime minister.

At this time, the prime minister no longer looked like a human being. His hair had been cut in half and looked like a dog gnawing at him, and his clothes were in tatters.

There were already wounds in his exposed flesh, and he didn't know how the prime minister was still alive.

"Are you really the Prime Minister?"

Jiang Ming felt strange and looked at the other party seriously.

The Prime Minister's expression was concealed for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "What do you think? I was arrested by you, is it possible that I am not the Prime Minister?"

Sikong Wuyuan then said: "I think it should be the Prime Minister." (End of Chapter)