As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills

Chapter 958 Chapter 958

"What's wrong with you? How much money does your restaurant need? 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. We sympathized with you just now, but we didn't expect you to be such a person. What an insult to the Xiaguo Kingdom!"

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The crowd's words were loud.

Jiang Ming looked at these people and was very satisfied with their voices.

The lady boss did not expect them to speak nonsense. She immediately wanted to explain, but she was drowned out by their voices.

After a while, some people even threw some things at the two of them and even cursed the lady boss and chef.

They were beaten up. Before the crowd left, the lady boss and the chef glared at Jiang Ming and Sikong Wuyuan with hatred.

Sikong Wuyuan could not help but feel refreshed.

These two people should be punished by the public. However, the most serious issue now was where the prime minister had gone.

"If we follow the lady boss and chef, we might be able to find him."

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

They had disappeared too fast. They were so fast that it was strange. Could it be that the prime minister had cultivated some secret technique?

Sikong Wuyuan could not find the two of them and could not help but feel confused.

"Where did the lady boss and chef go? It's only been a short while, and they're already gone."

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

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

The corners of his mouth were curled up, and his eyes were deep in thought. He was dressed in a white robe and looked elegant.

"And who are you?"

Jiang Ming glanced at him.

He remembered that this young man was in the crowd just now. He did not know why he was there.

"My name is Song Chengyou. You can just call me by my name. I've long heard of the king's reputation. Now that I've seen him in person, he's indeed extraordinary. I wonder if I can have the honor of searching for the prime minister with you?"

"You know quite a lot. You've been following us for a long time, right?"

Jiang Ming looked at Song Chengyou in confusion.

This was the only thing that stuck out to him. When did Song Chengyou start following them?

"Why would I follow you?" Song Chengyou felt wronged. "I was just spying on you."

Sikong Wuyuan immediately became displeased. "Why did not we notice it at all?"

Song Chengyou coughed and said, "Of course. I have a magic tool. It can cover all traces."

"Is it a pair of eyes?"

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

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of floating eyeballs.

He thought he had been seeing things.

"How did you know?"

Song Chengyou was dumbfounded. He took out the pair of eyes from his hand.

The eyes were very realistic, and he also became smug. "Do you want to see all its functions?"

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

"I just want to join you," Song Chengyou said dejectedly. "Besides, I have news about the prime minister. Are you not willing to cooperate with me? Some things are not as simple as you think."

Song Chengyou said the last sentence subtly.

Jiang Ming could not help but feel curious.

"Then take us there. But how did you know about us? We are usually in the palace."

"To tell you the truth, I'm a servant in the palace," Song Chengyou said shyly.

"Hmm? A person who possesses such a magic tool doesn't look like a servant."

Sikong Wuyuan was confused, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"How can I not be a servant?" Song Chengyou asked in a secretive manner. "I learned some secret techniques from someone before, which is how I got this magic tool. Let's not talk about this. The prime minister seems to be hiding in the suburbs."

As he spoke, he sped up.

Although Jiang Ming was puzzled, he did not say anything.

In his opinion, Song Chengyou was still useful.

Song Chengyou could not help but feel strange when he saw Jiang Ming's silence. contemporary romance

"Why aren't you saying anything? Your Majesty, do you want to share your opinion? Perhaps you have also sensed the news of the prime minister."

"We can't call him that anymore. He is a criminal."

Sikong Wuyuan carefully corrected the way Song Chengyou addressed the prime minister.

Song Chengyou waved his hand. "It doesn't matter. As long as we find him, it's fine. I walked all the way to the suburbs and found some footprints."

There was some dirt on the footprints. Song Chengyou sniffed at it, and his expression turned serious.

"This footprint belongs to the prime minister."

"You can even smell footprints? You've really broadened my horizons."

Sikong Wuyuan looked at Song Chengyou suspiciously.

He felt that the other party was lying, but now he could only trust the other party.

Song Chengyou stuck out his tongue. "Of course. We'll definitely find the prime minister if we follow the footprints."

As he spoke, his footsteps began to accelerate again.

Following the footprints, they saw a stooped figure.

Looking forward, it was the prime minister.

Jiang Ming felt that it was too easy to find him, so he did not speak.

Song Chengyou, on the other hand, ran up to him.

"Prime minister, I've finally found you."

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

Song Chengyou found a rope from somewhere and tied the man up. He then pulled him to Jiang Ming.

"Your Majesty, we have finally found the prime minister."

The prime minister instantly felt uncomfortable.

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

Sikong Wuyuan sized up the prime minister.

At this moment, the prime minister was no longer like a human. The clothes on his body were already tattered.

There were already wounds in his exposed flesh. He did not know how the prime minister was still alive.

"Are you really the prime minister?"

Jiang Ming found it strange and looked at him seriously.

The prime minister's expression was concealed for a moment before he smiled bitterly. "I've already been captured by you guys. Am I not the prime minister?"

"I think this should be the prime minister," Sikong Wuyuan continued.

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