The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Xingmo squatted down and picked Aurora up, surprising her.

　"What are you doing!"

　"The sun hasn't risen yet, and I'm so sleepy." Xingmo held Aurora and walked towards the rift. "Let's go to sleep."

　"Oh, I haven't slept well with you tonight..."

　"Stop making trouble, you really need to get some sleep."

　"Not back?"

　"...all contact lost."

　In the study, Zuo Shao turned around and looked at the butler behind him in disbelief.

　"Say it again?"

　"All the men in black have lost contact..." the butler added, "They entered the courtyard... and never came out again."

　"This is impossible!"

　Zuo Shao stood up, his face pale, completely losing his previous calmness.

　The survivors of Liudao each possess power close to that of a saint. How could they be easily killed by a group of outsiders?

　Isn't that just an embassy? No, a foreign detective group? No kidding...

　"Did you observe any signs of a struggle?"

　"No..." The butler shook his head, "It seems... there is no sound..."

　No sound... no fighting?

　Wait a minute...Calm down...Calm down...

　Zuo Shao waved his hand, signaling the butler to leave, while he himself took a deep breath repeatedly in front of the desk.

　This certainly doesn't make sense... Even if that ironclad ship really had some extraordinary combat power, it could only be their cannons...

　Since there are no signs of fighting... is there a possibility...

　...The man in black was bribed?

　No, it's unlikely that they were bribed... No one came out... Those idiots don't have the ability to walk in the spirit world

　They were definitely incapacitated...but no fighting broke out?

　Could it be that...

　They were first bribed... and then backstabbed?

　Suddenly, Zuo Shao's mind became clear.

　He always thought that the survivors of the Liudao were stupid - a group of guys who had lost their homeland and kept shouting that they wanted to return to their hometown. To do this, they kept working as mercenaries and doing illegal work, taking any kind of money, so of course they were easy to be bribed.

　In the end, after being bribed, he was actually stabbed in the back. Haha, this can explain something -

　——Those pretend detective teams from foreign countries, at least there is a saint among them!

　Just a saint, do you really think you can act tyrannically in Yanxia?

　The corners of Zuo Shao's mouth curled up slightly. In his opinion, it was very simple to solve this matter.

　To the extent that it can be done casually.

　Don't you think you can cooperate well with the authorities? If that key takes away your credibility... how can you still make a living?

　Zuo Shao looked at the moonlight outside the window, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

　The same night.

　Tobacco tycoon Lin Kemu sat comfortably in a rocking chair in the corner of his study, with a faint smile on his face.

　He held a newspaper in one hand and a glass full of foreign wine in the other, with a faint smile on his lips.

　This glass of wine was sent from the Citadel. The Academi ironclad ship was carrying some gifts from the New White Tower Council, including a batch of the famous wine Academi Amber seized from the underground of Maple Leaf Palace.

　In the entire Danzhou, Lin Kemu was one of the first people to drink this wine.

　After so many years of hard work, Lin Kemu has long become a top figure in this society - starting from a poor boy with nothing, from a child delivering tobacco to a tobacco tycoon famous throughout Danzhou.

　He stood high on the building and looked down upon everyone. The only thing he was worried about was whether his scoundrel son Lin Yan would suddenly become ambitious and start a business, thus losing all the family fortune after his death.

　But money is no longer important.

　When people have enough money, they will pursue more things.

　Respect, fame, self-realization, and that boundless ambition.

　"The time is almost here." Lin Kemu scratched his forehead.

　""

　At this moment, some discordant sounds came from the drizzle outside the window.

　Normally, Lin Kemu wouldn't care about these noises, but today, for some reason, he felt his left eyelid twitching again.

　In order to calm the inexplicable anxiety in his heart, he stood up and went to the window to look out.

　This glance was not a big deal - I saw that the iron gate of the villa had been dismantled by a strange force, and two headless corpses were lying in a pool of blood.

　That was his family's guard.

　"Varied..."

　Before Lin Kemu could finish his exclamation, he heard a heart-stopping sound—

　——The door of the study opened.

　"who...?"

　Lin Kemu turned his head blankly and saw a young man in a black suit standing at the door, staring at him coldly.

　He was gently shaking off the blood on his hands, and ice-blue flames were swirling around his body, forming a black armor bit by bit.

　Before the icy flame covered the young man's head, Linkmu saw a pair of ice-blue vertical pupils and a stern face.

　“It’s you…!”

　He was about to say something, but the next second, a pitch-black dragon claw grabbed his head.

　"Click."

　"Pfft."

　""

　The headless body slid against the wall, and the broken skull scattered among the armor.

　Gu Longshou squatted beside Lin Kemu's body and looked at his motionless body quietly.

　"Blood debt."

　He suddenly stretched out his claws, and ice-blue flames rose up, burning the lifeless corpse.

　""

　More than ten minutes later, steam patrol cars were parked in a mess at the door of the villa, with horns blaring and shouting.

　A young man stood at a distant street corner holding an umbrella, silently watching the patrol guards seal off the villa.

　He raised his hand, sniffed the blood on his cuff, then turned and left with satisfaction.

　PS: There will be more monthly tickets at 12 noon today~

Chapter 388 Danzhou Ancient City and Oil-Paper Umbrella (Part 5) -4k- (Monthly Ticket Plus x2)

　The next morning, Xingmo, who hadn't slept well, washed her face with cold water and wrapped her shoulders with a shawl.

　She walked to the entrance of the courtyard, stretched, and looked up at the scorching sun that shone through the eaves into the courtyard.

　Well, there is no scorching sun and it is drizzling outside!

　"My sister really likes this kind of weather," Aurora said, leaning against the tree in the center of the courtyard. "Every time it rains, she always becomes dazed, as if she's dreaming."

　Xingmo held up an oil-paper umbrella, walked to the tree, and smiled at Aurora.

　"Miss your sister?"

　"No," Aurora turned away. "Are you ready to go?"

　"Not eating breakfast?" Xing Mo tilted her head.

　“…I forgot.”

　Aurora stuck out her tongue playfully, then took Xingmo's sleeve and said:

　"Let's go! Just two people's time!"

　Xingmo wanted Aurora to wait a while, after all, Vivian and Alice were not ready yet, but the little girl pulled Xingmo out and there was no time to dissuade her.

　Sigh... possessiveness... Sigh... Aurora... Sigh... evil god...

　Ten minutes later.

　Under the eaves of the street shop, Xingmo and

　Aurora enjoyed her breakfast amidst the bustling atmosphere of the streets.

　"Mixed noodles and clay pot soup," Xingmo opened the clay pot and smelled the aroma inside, "a perfect match in the morning."

　"Mine is egg and meat pie soup," Aurora stretched her neck. "What's yours?"

　"Cuttlefish and pork rib soup."

　Aurora said "Oh", scooped up the soup with a small spoon, drank two sips, and smacked her lips with satisfaction.

　"Give me a taste of yours!"

　"I haven't drunk it yet."

　Xingmo muttered, scooped up a spoonful of soup with her own spoon, and extended it to Aurora.

　"Ah~"

　"Come on."

　Not only did Aurora drink the soup, she also smacked her lips on Xingmo's spoon, leaving Xingmo speechless.

　Looking at her inexplicable silly smile, Xingmo sighed softly.

　Forget it, it’s my own cat, I have to spoil it even if it’s stupid.

　She drank a mouthful of soup and started eating the bowl of mixed noodles, nodding as she did so.

　"That's right," she commented.

　"Chef Xing has started again~" Aurora blinked.

　"What do you know? Street food like this is a true test of your skills," Xing Mo said. "This street-side shop has been around for over a decade, and its quality has been built up over time. The flavors on the street are completely different from those in luxury restaurants."

　"Milliam said the same thing," Aurora stuck out her tongue. "I'm not at the level to tell the difference yet. They're both delicious anyway."

　Hmm...you even blurted out Miriam's name...Xing Mo smiled lightly and said gossipingly:

　"Speaking of which, my dear little ancestor, aren't you jealous of Miriam?"

　"You talk like I'm jealous!" Aurora protested.

　I'm not jealous... When Miriam hugged me earlier... you acted like you were going to kill someone...

　Xing Mo muttered inwardly, then smiled and said:

　"Then you really aren't jealous?"

　"I'm not jealous," Aurora raised her chin. "She's a good person, kind, and brave. Why should I be jealous of her?"

　"So you're really not jealous?"

　"Don't eat!"

　"Don't want to eat?"

　“…Gu.”

　Aurora looked at Xingmo angrily, then sighed softly:

　“Actually, a little bit…”