The White-Bone Demon of the Farm is as rich as a country

An Binghuai's sinister schemes completely disrupted Ru Yue's meticulously crafted plan. However, as time passed, everything finally settled. At this point, her and Chu Ning'an's previous plan resurfaced and was put back on the agenda.

"You actually brought back so many deeds to farms this time! That's great. I'm thinking of picking out two of them and going there to inspect them myself. If the conditions are suitable, we'll build a new workshop there. What do you think?" Ru Yue happily held the thick stack of deeds and asked Chu Ning'an for his opinion with great anticipation.

Chu Ning'an smiled and nodded in agreement: "Of course, in fact, I had this idea in mind when I chose these manors. I didn't expect that we would think of the same thing. We are really in sync!" As he spoke, his eyes fell gently on Ru Yue, his eyes full of love and appreciation.

The two exchanged a smile, then, in tacit agreement, neatly spread out all the village deeds on the broad table. They stood side by side, intently studying a detailed map. They pointed and whispered, their expressions focused and serious. After a careful comparison, they both pointed almost simultaneously, accurately pointing to Luling County, Wanzhou Prefecture, on the map.

"This is it..." they both said in unison, and before they could finish their words, they couldn't help but burst into laughter at each other. At that moment, they seemed to have forgotten all the troubles and worries in the world, and were immersed in this rare spiritual connection.

Having already determined their target location, the two men acted decisively and efficiently, without any hesitation. They immediately summoned Fengying and An'er and instructed them methodically, "Pack your bags quickly and make sure you have everything you need. Tomorrow morning, we will depart for Luling County, Wanzhou Prefecture."

Fengying and An Er took the order and left.

Having been stuck in the capital for quite some time, they had already passed quite a while before they knew it. When they heard they were about to leave, a small surge of excitement welled up within them. They busied themselves preparing for their departure, and only after the second watch did they gradually return to their rooms to rest.

It was past midnight, and all was quiet when a clear, gentle bird song suddenly rang out in the courtyard. Though not loud, it was particularly noticeable in the pitch-black, silent night. Almost instantly, Fengying and An'er appeared in the courtyard like two flashes of lightning.

They stood back to back in the center of the courtyard, their hands tightly gripping gleaming swords. Their expressions were solemn, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, as they surveyed their surroundings with vigilance. Their gazes were as sharp as hawks, quickly scanning the surroundings before simultaneously fixing their gazes on a patch of dappled tree shadows.

"Come out!" Feng Ying shouted coldly, his face sullen. As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, slightly thin man slowly emerged from the shadows of the trees. He was dressed in a black, tight-fitting outfit, his right hand gently resting on a soft, snake-like sword at his waist.

As he appeared, a strong murderous intent spread like a tide. In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire yard suddenly became gloomy and cold.

Seeing the appearance of this mysterious man, Fengying's body instantly tensed to the extreme, his originally relaxed brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was full of vigilance, as if he was facing a life-and-death enemy.

However, in stark contrast to Fengying, An Er on the side breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still fixed on the uninvited guest in front of him, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The three of them just stood there, no one willing to speak first. After a while, Fengying finally couldn't stand up to the man in black anymore and said angrily, "Brother!"

As the name rang out, it was as if an invisible force struck the man in black, instantly dissipating his originally fierce and intimidating aura. He frowned, his eyes fixed on the man before him, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You actually still know I'm your big brother? Good! You actually dared to sneak out while I was away? Have you completely lost sight of me, your big brother?"

Although his voice was not loud, the anger contained in it was like a surging wave, impacting the surrounding air wave after wave. It was obvious that Fengying's unauthorized departure from "Shadow" had indeed deeply angered him.

Fengying bit his pale lips lightly, a hint of annoyance on his face as he muttered, "Brother, I really don't want to be trapped in Shadow forever. Over the years, people from the organization have left one after another, and I... I just want to get out and see what the outside world is like."

As she spoke, her voice grew smaller and smaller, barely audible, like a mosquito's whisper. Even she knew that her reason was far-fetched and could not possibly convince the furious elder brother standing before her.

However, the man in black didn't seem to be buying Fengying's explanation. He snorted coldly, his tone becoming increasingly harsh. "Hmph! So you're willing to sell yourself out? If it weren't for Yueying's desperate efforts to stop you, you would have already abandoned our blood connection and taken someone else as your master, right?" His voice boomed like a thunderclap in the air, shaking the entire room slightly.

From the undisguised volume of his voice, it was clear that he was deliberately letting his anger out, with no intention of lowering his voice to avoid disturbing others. It was obvious that he was simply trying to wake someone who was sleeping soundly.

"Brother, I've grown up. I'm no longer the little kid who relies on you for everything. Why are you still trying to stop me from choosing my own path?" Fengying's face was full of regret, and he couldn't help but roar in a low voice, his voice filled with endless helplessness and grievance.