“Have you heard? Langer Mo has become the number one big brother of the Misty Rain Tower.”
“Isn’t he the one who directly deposited a mountain of gold in the Hengtong Trading Company and various other valuables, offering a huge reward for capturing his Red Flower Person?”
“Yes, yes, yesterday an assassin from out of town came very early to accept Langer Mo’s bounty, not knowing about his matters. Guess what happened.”
“What happened?”
“Tsk tsk, as soon as he took his weapons and went out, he realized he was poisoned, then over a dozen fellow assassins rushed out, and the scene… tsk tsk…”
“Sigh… I have a friend who also accepted the bounty to k*ll Langer Mo…”
“You mean your friend isn’t actually you, right?”
…
In a short time.
Yunzhou was filled with rumors, and the Misty Rain Tower was in chaos internally.
Not far from the pleasure boat, there was a secluded private garden.
From within the nearby dwelling, the aura of the Consciousness Soul could be sensed, faintly accompanied by the sound of celestial singing carried by the wind.
The Holy Maiden was practicing inside.
The old madam was waiting at the courtyard gate, constantly on guard from all directions, looking extremely tense.
Those around her were similarly alert.
Suddenly, a disheveled figure rolled in, dressed in nightclothes, covered in injuries, his face blackened, clearly having been poisoned by some potent toxin.
The old madam recognized this person.
This person was also a killer in the Observation Realm, brought here by Yin Mianmian from another state.
“Save… save me…”
That killer was barely breathing, his face full of despair.
Just like many targets he had killed before.
But when he saw the Holy Maiden begging for help, the old madam did not dare move, staring intently at the darkness behind him.
“Painted Skin, it seems quite peaceful here. Looks like you’ve received plenty of rewards after following the Holy Maiden?”
A man wrapped entirely in a black robe approached.
“Ghost Hawk, the Holy Maiden is currently cultivating, and no one is allowed to disturb her.”
The old madam’s hand slipped into her sleeve, her body tensing up.
Seeing that the man remained silent, she continued:
“The bounty on Langer Mo was hung by the Holy Maiden. Yet, you are hindering us so much, significantly depleting our manpower. Do you want the Yunzhou branch to break away from the main tower?!”
“We take money to do the job when someone hangs a bounty.”
“Doesn’t the Misty Rain Tower now follow the orders of the main tower leader, or is it the Holy Maiden?”
The man in the black robe sneered.
Puff—
Black light flashed by; if one had excellent eyesight, they could see it was a feather fan made of special metal.
Bloody splatter, the ground was drenched with dark red bl**d as the nearly dead killer was sliced into two by the fierce blow of the fan.
The old madam’s face changed slightly.
Looking up again, the man in the black robe had vanished, only his voice drifted through the wind:
“The main tower leader sent me to convey a message.”
“The Holy Maiden is still young, her wings not fully grown, and she acts without much consideration.”
“This piece of land in Yunzhou hasn’t reached the Yin family’s turn yet!”
The old madam’s expression changed several times.
These words, coupled with the corpse on the ground, were a blatant warning.
Soon after.
Footsteps sounded behind her, and she hurriedly turned around to bow.
“Did… did you reach the Ninth Stage of the Observation Realm?”
Yin Mianmian did not respond.
Her face still bore a smile, but the murderous intent in her eyes was impossible to hide.
She had indeed taken advantage of the storm brewing in Yunzhou to plant her people here.
She hadn’t expected the reaction of the main tower leader in Yunzhou to be so quick.
Nor did she expect that Langer Mo would offer such a large sum of money, giving the main tower leader a pretext to eliminate dissenters.
“For now, only Langer Mo’s d*ath can conclude the bounty.”
“But we don’t have many people we can use.”
The old madam whispered beside her.
“Huh, I won’t return to the main tower in disgrace.”
Yin Mianmian’s eyes flickered, seemingly making a decision:
“You come help me disguise myself.”
“Huh? You… want to do it personally?”
…
On the other side.
By the Yulong Lake.
“Langer Brother, it’s so lively here.”
Jiang Chulong, carrying a small basket of vegetables, looked somewhat uneasy behind Langer Mo.
“Don’t be afraid, these are all our own people.”
Langer Mo smiled and patted her head.
It’s always bustling around here. In recent days, many stalls have appeared, selling things like candied haws on a stick and performing acrobatics.
What’s worth mentioning is that the performers here have changed.
Now, the performances include iron crotch, chest breaking steel plates, upside-down hair washing, and biting fire sticks… all kicked out of the list of brutal acts.
The truly brutal ones include bathing in venomous insects, and blindfolded dart throwing, each dart hitting the navel…
There’s no helping it, the street suddenly became competitive in the performing arts industry, and the original group couldn’t even keep up with their lives.
As he passed by, he even stopped to watch.
“Sir Langer, may fortune be with you.”
“Hey hey hey, let me tell you, before I entered this line, I specialized in making sweet soups. Would you like a bowl?”
“You’re too kind.”
“Now you are our bread and butter…”
After serving the sweet soup, Langer Mo tasted it before passing it to Xiao Jiang, who was eagerly watching.
Arriving at the tavern door, there was sudden commotion nearby.
“That’s strange, why is that person acting suspiciously?”
“Could he be here to assassinate Young Hero Langer?”
“Capture him, interrogate him thoroughly!”
“Big Brother… I just stole a little money…”
A bunch of tough-looking figures surrounded him. The thief trembled, suspecting he had committed a capital offense.
Langer Mo watched the bustling and prosperous scene outside and couldn’t help feeling moved.
Because of him, Yulong Street was more prosperous than ever.
The security situation had improved dramatically.
“If the Prefect of Yunzhou knew, he should give me a good citizen award.”
Langer Mo sighed.
“A good citizen award… what is that?” Xiao Jiang asked.
“It’s… well, it’s a form of praise, saying you’re a good person.”
“Then… could I… give Langer Brother an award?”
Xiao Jiang thought Langer Brother completely met the criteria.
Is the Prefect of Yunzhou blind? Why hasn’t he praised Langer Brother for so long?
“Haha, that would be such an honor.”
Langer Mo looked surprised.
As they entered the door, everyone from the Qingyuan Sect was in the hall.
Little Treasure Senior Brother came over and asked:
“What award? Do I have one?”
“Heh heh, younger brother Langer, didn’t I perform pretty well at the Misty Rain Tower the other day?”
Langer Mo thought about it.
He realized that he had indeed caused trouble for everyone and should show some gratitude.
The killers who helped him had bounties, so how could he neglect his own people?
He tried to give each of them benefits, but they might not accept…
Langer Mo thought for a moment and suddenly had an idea:
“Cough cough! I think we should hold a banquet.”
“Huh? A banquet?”
Shang Wu opened her eyes, immediately interested.
Xue Jing shook his head:
“Younger Brother Xiao Mo, this matter hasn’t settled yet, there’s no need to celebrate now.”
“Not a victory banquet.”
Langer Mo walked over to Bingu Zi, who was drinking tea.
Casually, he picked up the Q-version of Xiao Lang, placed it next to his mouth, and pretended it was a microphone.
“…”
Ying Bing frowned.
Realizing it was him who picked up the wooden carving, her expression calmed down.
He must be…
Again, that childish streak in his bones was showing, wanting to do something absurd.
“Considering everyone’s performance last time at the Black Tower.”
“Life is like a play, all about acting!”
Langer Mo coughed twice, scanning the crowd:
“So, I think it’s time to start an acting competition.”
“I hereby announce the first Golden Statue Award Ceremony of the Qingyuan Sect, starting now.”
“The ceremony will announce awards such as Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, Best Actress… and many others!”
Xiao Lang, as the host, could still liven up the atmosphere.
Unfortunately, everyone else couldn’t grasp his point, unable to understand what he was talking about.
So, the response was lukewarm.
“Pfft, boring.”
“Old man still needs to refine pills.”
“I’m going to write my drafts…”
Everyone lacked enthusiasm.
Only a certain Ice Chunk sat motionless.
She seemed expressionless.
In fact, she pursed her lips, resembling pieces of jade, and subtly tucked back some mischievous strands of hair among her cloud-like hair…
Best… Actress?
…
PS: My condition has indeed improved greatly today. Sleeping early yesterday was secondary, the real reason was the power you, dear readers, gave me.
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