Chapter 94

Baimacun Village.

According to legend, a sage rode a white horse from the heavens, moved by the simple and virtuous people here, and stayed in the village for some time.

— According to historical records, this legend formed about a thousand years ago.

Many people just smiled, thinking it was another absurd tale.

But Wuxiaode knew it was true.

In this world.

There were once so many powerful spirits.

— Why did it become a "low-level civilization world"?

The car stopped outside the village.

Wuxiaode got out of the car and said to the royal guards inside,

"Go back, I have some personal matters to attend to, no need to follow me."

"Sir, we should at least leave three people to assist you, otherwise we won't be able to report back properly," the guard leader said hesitantly.

"Then leave three people," Wuxiaode agreed.

The guards nodded, leaving three capable companions behind while the others started the car and left.

"Thank you, be careful on your way back!"

Wuxiaode waved as they left.

If the opponent is an ordinary person, he can handle it alone, no need for these people to get involved.

If it's an Awakened—

These people staying here would just increase the danger.

Whose life isn't valuable?

Let them go back.

The older ones can go home to their wives and children, the younger ones can have some time to rest or go out and enjoy themselves.

The world is changing.

Let everyone enjoy these peaceful days a bit more.

Wuxiaode said to the remaining three, "Find a cool place to rest for a while."

"Are we going to fight?" one of them asked.

"No, I'm just here to catch up with an old friend," Wuxiaode replied.

"Understood, we'll find a hidden spot and stand by, ready to assist you at any time," another said.

"Thanks."

Wuxiaode turned and walked into the village.

Ding!

"You have a new voice message."

Wuxiaode didn't stop, he took out his phone and glanced at it.

It was from a stranger.

Clearly a stranger he had never met, yet so prominently displayed in his messaging app, directly at the top of his contacts, with the name "Emperor."

The name kept flashing with a colorful, flashy effect.

Scammers aren't this arrogant.

— It seems to be the real Emperor.

Wuxiaode opened the voice message.

The Emperor's deep, resonant voice immediately came through:

"Xiao Wu, what are you doing in that godforsaken place?"

"Your Majesty, this village has a connection to me. I heard some rumors that someone is planning to harm this village, so I came back to check," Wuxiaode replied.

The Emperor's voice rose, "Oh? Is that so? I'll check."

After a few dozen seconds.

"Damn, there's already a team preparing to massacre the village," the Emperor said in surprise.

This matter seems to be more complicated than it appears.

"Your Majesty, can you access information from the underground world?" Wuxiaode asked cautiously.

"Of course, the world's most famous underground market was established by me and a few other heads of state," the Emperor said proudly.

"You—established the underground market?" Wuxiaode asked, puzzled.

"Before, there were all sorts of underground black markets, chaotic and hard to manage, often causing trouble. We decided to create the largest one, keeping the dangers within a controllable range," the Emperor explained.

"Wouldn't the criminals notice?" Wuxiaode asked.

"A bunch of people who only know how to fight and engage in vice, do you think they can understand the power dynamics of the world?" the Emperor said with disdain.

The Emperor continued, "Alright, someone has indeed recruited a temporary team to massacre the village. I've added you to that team."

Wuxiaode was delighted and flattered, "Your Majesty is wise!"

"You go ahead, try to find out who's behind this," the Emperor said.

"I'll do my best," Wuxiaode replied.

"I have to attend a meeting, we'll talk later tonight," the Emperor said.

His profile still hung at the top of the contacts, but below it was a small line:

"All officials, kneel and rest."

Even after leaving, he's still so pretentious?

Zhao Junyu, do as you please—

If he didn't have a thing for women, he would indeed be very efficient and decisive.

Speaking of which, Zhao Zibing is quite normal.

No.

Zhao Zibing is the real deal.

Wuxiaode shook his head, no longer thinking about royal matters.

He looked at the new group in his contacts and clicked into it.

A notice immediately popped up:

"The operation will begin in fifteen minutes."

"Meeting point: Baimacun Village entrance fast food stir-fry shop."

"Come immediately."

Great.

Let's go.

Wuxiaode took a step and walked toward Baimacun Village.

...

Fast food stir-fry shop.

As soon as Wuxiaode walked in, he saw several burly men eating hot pot.

The floor was littered with beer bottles.

In the small restaurant, a few tables were pushed together, with three hot pots, five dishes, and two piles of steamed buns.

There were no other customers besides this table.

The owner was still busy in the kitchen.

The men were eating heartily, drinking large gulps of alcohol, and occasionally checking the time.

"Nickname?" someone asked without turning around.

"Xiao Wu, Wu as in virtue," Wuxiaode replied.

"Virtue? Hahaha, kid, if you weren't an Awakened, I'd gut you and use your intestines for a drink," a man with a pipe said with a laugh.

Wuxiaode also laughed, opened the group, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Coroner," the man exhaled a long stream of smoke, which was blown toward Wuxiaode by the wind.

"Would your death affect the mission?" Wuxiaode asked.

"I'm responsible for supervising the mission and distributing the remaining payment after the deposit," the man said.

"For the sake of money, I won't kill you."

Wuxiaode casually swung his hand.

The man stood up to block, and he did, but then realized something was wrong.

He found himself flying through the air.

Thud!

His back hit the wall, and the whole shop shook.

Everyone fell silent.

To achieve such an effect with a casual punch, one could only imagine how high this young man's soul power must be.

After a moment.

The owner heard the noise, peeked out from the kitchen, and brought over a dish, adding a chair and a set of utensils for Wuxiaode.

"Thanks," Wuxiaode said.

He sat down and started eating.

After that punch, no one spoke.

It was also lunchtime.

Wuxiaode had been traveling non-stop, and the noodles he had for breakfast were long digested. He was hungry and started eating large pieces of chicken and mushrooms from the hot pot.

The ingredients from the mountains were flavorful. He ate three bites of vegetables, two bites of rice, and a sip of beer, feeling very satisfied.

Just as he started eating, the time came.

"Alright, everyone is here, let's get to work," the man calling himself the Coroner said.

He looked at Wuxiaode and said seriously, "Brother, you're the youngest, so you'll be responsible for reconnaissance. If the police or any strong individuals show up, you need to take action."

For these people, killing villagers was as easy as slicing melons and chopping vegetables.

What they truly feared was unexpected situations.

Putting Wuxiaode in this position was also a form of "trust."

Wuxiaode took a big bite of meat and said with a smile, "But I want to kill."

Everyone laughed along.

Those who could do this job often had some special preferences.

If this young man didn't like killing, it would be strange.

"It's fine," the man said with a knowing smile, "After we finish, we'll leave a few for you to kill to your heart's content—by the way, what kind of people do you like to kill?"

"Killing women is the most interesting," someone interjected.

"Women are boring, children are more interesting," another added.

"Killing a whole family is the best," a third said.

"No, these are all too common," Wuxiaode said, taking a sip of cold beer, "We walk through hell, but you only focus on killing ordinary people, which makes you further from the level of an artist."

"Then what do you think is art?" the man asked.

Everyone looked at Wuxiaode.

Wuxiaode put down his beer bottle and grinned, "People with vengeful spirits attached to them."

Clang!

His long sword seemed to move, or maybe it didn't.

Everyone's faces froze.

They sat there motionless, maintaining a listening posture.

Only the man calling himself the Coroner was hit by something, flying out of the fast food shop and crashing into a tree across the street with a loud thud.

Wuxiaode picked up his chopsticks and continued eating from the hot pot.

He fished out some lotus roots, still unsatisfied, and then fished out two pieces of chicken, a piece of tofu, and a slice of yam, piling them in his bowl before lowering his head to eat.

Outside.

The man pulled off a piece of broken soft armor from his body and roared,

"You're violating the mission requirements, you'll be hunted by the entire underground world!"

A hand emerged from the void and slapped him hard.

Another hand formed a fist and delivered a wire fist.

Thud!

The man was pushed back a step, but his face showed no expression, as if he wasn't afraid of the punch.

The two demonic hands continuously used bursting force, swinging force, and hammering force, alternating and striking the man.

The man sometimes blocked, sometimes resisted, but remained unharmed.

He took a large step toward Wuxiaode.

"Turns out you have the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt hard qigong, my apologies!"

Wuxiaode said, lifted his head to take a sip of wine, placed an object on the table, and continued eating.

It was a pair of black gloves.

The gloves had fine stitching, bending the red monster tendons into a "three" shape.

The red tendons on both gloves were of the same length and shape, looking very impressive against the black outer layer, showing the effort put into making them.

The demonic hands outside suddenly disappeared.

They appeared on the chair next to Wuxiaode, put on the gloves, and hurriedly flew out.

Halfway through, the demonic hands flashed and disappeared into the mist.

The next moment.

The man rushed to the fast food shop entrance, about to shout, but suddenly stiffened.

Behind him, near his buttocks, the demonic hands had just completed a定点爆破.

The man said coldly, "It's useless, that's not my weak point. No matter how you use these underhanded methods, you can't hurt me."

As he finished speaking—

Boom!!

Flames erupted from behind him.

The man screamed and jumped three feet high. When he landed, he was hit by a series of punches from the demonic hands, instantly engulfed in flames.

The demonic hands didn't let up, continuously striking him.

At first, the man could block a few hits, but as the demonic hands attacked faster and the flames grew stronger, he gradually couldn't defend himself.

At this point, Wuxiaode put down his chopsticks, placed his hand on the Dream-Blowing Knife, and wobbled out of the shop.

"There are so many vengeful spirits, they're attached to a stray dog—waiting for you to die."

He looked up at the sky and said with a sigh.

The man gritted his teeth, about to speak, but saw a sharp golden line flash before his eyes.

Clang!

Wuxiaode sheathed his knife, chewed on the unfinished food in his mouth, walked back into the shop, sat down, and continued eating.

Outside, the man lay motionless on the ground.

His head rolled away and was picked up by a stray dog that darted by.