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Chapter 585 He is Song Jiang

Jinxi City.

The night wind howled, and the waning moon hung like a hook.

In mid-air, the three figures who were engaged in fierce battle, Mu Shanqing, Yan Zian, and Cen Ruifeng, suddenly froze as if they had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer!
"Uh!"

"what!"

The three of them let out a short, muffled groan almost simultaneously, and their movements froze instantly!
Their eyes were filled with utter bewilderment, their pupils unfocused, as if their souls had been instantly ripped away.

This eerie stiffness lasted only a moment.

The next moment, like drowning people suddenly surfacing, the three people's eyes snapped to life, bursting with the shock of surviving a disaster!

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Without the slightest hesitation, the three figures, like startled birds, retreated swiftly in different directions, creating an absolutely safe distance!

"I...I'm not dead?"

Cen Ruifeng's voice trembled with disbelief. He subconsciously looked down and frantically pounded his chest and abdomen with both hands, as if to confirm whether his body was intact.

The horrific pain of being pierced, torn apart, and reduced to dust by a giant arrow is still vividly imprinted deep within my soul!

Burning, despair, an irresistible sense of destruction!

That was definitely not an illusion!

"Just now... just now clearly..."

For the first time, Yan Zian's deathly pale and smooth face, without a single wrinkle, showed intense emotional fluctuations—extreme shock and lingering fear.

He clearly remembered that giant arrow, seemingly formed from raging fire, tearing through space and precisely shattering his head!

Consciousness collapsed in an instant!
The fear of being completely annihilated made the head of the police station's heart pound wildly, almost bursting out of his chest!
Although Mushan Qing did not utter a sound, his breathing became noticeably more rapid, and a trace of lingering fear remained in his usually aloof eyes.

She quickly scanned her entire body. Her blue robe was still there, spotless, but the cold feeling of an arrow piercing her heart and her life rapidly ebbing away was terrifyingly real!
The three of them still had memories from not long ago.

At that time, they were still in the Nine Realms of Nothingness, that strange space-time.

However, the mysterious master hiding in the shadows launched a sneak attack on them while they were fighting each other, shooting them one by one with his incomparably powerful bow and arrow.

That's absolutely despicable!
All three were entering the Nine Void Boundless Realm for the first time and were unaware that dying inside would not lead to their actual death.

So when they were shot to death by arrows, their hearts were still filled with endless resentment and bitterness.

But to their surprise, they found themselves in Jinxi City again in the blink of an eye.

The three of them looked up almost at the same time, scanning their surroundings with surprise and uncertainty.

The ruins of the dilapidated county government office, the burning bonfire, the panicked figures of soldiers in the distance, and... the waning moon hanging in the night sky.

The familiar night view of Jinxi City!

This is in stark contrast to the eerie space of the blood-red sky, the desolate land, and the hideous giant city in my memory!
"I... I'm out of that hellhole?"

Cen Ruifeng's voice was dry and hoarse, filled with confusion.

He shook his head violently, trying to dispel the all-too-real memory of death.

"Is it an illusion? Or..."

Yan Zian's gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, quickly sweeping across Mu Shanqing and Cen Ruifeng's faces.

When he saw the same shock, confusion, and lingering fear on the other person's face as he had, his last shred of hope that "this is a mind-controlling spell" was completely shattered!
Shared experiences, shared experiences of death!
This cannot be explained by illusion!

And when they turned their gaze to the bewildered soldiers and yamen runners below, who were cautiously spying on them, they became even more convinced of this.

Those people's eyes were filled with confusion and awe; they couldn't understand their brief "loss of focus" and intense emotional fluctuations at all.

It was as if they had only been stunned for a moment.

"In that eerie place... it felt like so much time had passed..."

Kiyama Ao murmured softly, the cool moonlight shining on her slightly furrowed brows:

"But in reality... it seems like only a fleeting moment?"

This terrifying sense of disorientation in the flow of time sent a chill down her spine.

This has gone beyond the realm of martial arts and touched upon a certain... almost divine and demonic realm!

A force so powerful it defied comprehension and completely overturned cognition interfered with their existence for a fleeting moment!

The impact of this realization is far more shocking than any sword fight.

The three men, who had just been burning with murderous intent and ready to fight to the death, suddenly abandoned their intention to attack.

The shadow of death in the Nine Realms was so real that it made them feel a strange sense of alienation and... apprehension towards the battles of the real world.

at this time.

A clear voice came from below, breaking the eerie stalemate:
"Hey!"

"Miss Mu, let's stop fighting! We should go!"

It's Liang Jin!
Upon hearing this, Mu Shanqing did not hesitate at all, and did not even glance at Yan Zian and Cen Ruifeng again.

Her figure was like a light, falling leaf, gracefully descending towards Liang Jin's location.

Her actions were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

She was only doing this to help Liang Jin.

Since Liang Jin had spoken, she naturally withdrew immediately, having no reason to fight to the death.

At the same time, the black-robed Yin Bone Puppet that had been clinging to Cen Ruifeng like maggots suddenly stopped moving, as if receiving a silent command.

Ignoring Cen Ruifeng's wary gaze, they silently slid back into the deepest shadows of the county government ruins, like ink blending into the night.

It vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.

Cen Ruifeng floated in mid-air, looking at the battlefield that had suddenly become empty. The strong fighting desire in his heart had long since vanished, leaving only a deep sense of exhaustion and bewilderment at his bizarre experience.

He subconsciously looked at Yan Zi'an, waiting for this official decision-maker to give orders.

Yan Zi'an had now fully regained his senses and forcibly suppressed his immense doubts and fears about the Nine Void Boundless Realm.

The most urgent task is to deal with this mess!
His gaze swept darkly across the ruins below, finally settling on Liang Jin. His voice was like a knife chilled to the bone, carrying a raging fury of being offended:

"presumptuous!"

"What do you think this county government office is? Is it some kind of marketplace where you can come and go as you please, cause a ruckus, and then just walk away?!"

A chilling aura rose around him once more, and the two swords hidden in his sleeves gleamed with a cold light, clearly indicating that he was unwilling to give up so easily!
The authority of the Criminal Investigation Bureau cannot be challenged!
He was an official, and the other party was a bandit.

The two sides are destined to have an inherent conflict.

Seeing this, Cen Ruifeng immediately prepared to make another move.

Upon hearing this, Liang Jin showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he threw his head back and burst into laughter.

The laughter was particularly jarring in the quiet night, filled with undisguised mockery.

"Hahaha! You're right!"

"We really can come and go as we please!"

Before he could finish speaking, he kicked a pebble.

"call out!!!"

The inconspicuous pebble was kicked by Liang Jin and sent flying towards Yan Zi'an in mid-air, its speed accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that could pierce eardrums.

Where the pebble passed, the air seemed to be scorched, leaving a distorted mark.

Fast! Powerful!
That's a tricky angle!

Yan Zian's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints!

A sense of crisis instantly gripped him!

He didn't even have time to think; it was purely a physical, instinctive reaction!

Like two startled venomous snakes, the two swords crossed in front of him at the fastest speed he had ever seen, infusing him with his entire body's chilling internal energy!

"clang!!!!!"

A deafening metallic clang rang out!

Sparks fly!

With both swords wielded simultaneously, they shattered the stone.

Yan Zian's expression suddenly changed, and his brows furrowed deeply.

He stared intently at the dark-faced man below, his heart filled with turmoil!

People say that they have almost never seen Song Jiang, the "Timely Rain," make a move; they only know that he is very skilled in martial arts, but no one knows just how skilled he is.

But tonight.

Yan Zi'an could judge the opponent's strength simply from the force of that one pebble.

Liang Jin's skill level is definitely no weaker than his!
Third grade!

It's definitely a third-grade item!
Cold sweat instantly soaked Yan Zi'an's back.

He was already struggling to deal with Mu Shanqing on his own, let alone Song Jiang...

Today, let alone capturing the other party, even the possibility of escaping unscathed is in question!
Not to mention, will that terrifying force that can pull people into a death illusion ever return?

Everything is filled with too many unpredictable variables.

Looking at Yan Zi'an's uncertain, surprised, and suspicious expression, Liang Jin's cold voice clearly resonated throughout the room:

"Now, let's swagger out of Jinxi City."

"I'd like to see--"

His gaze swept over Yan Zi'an, Cen Ruifeng, and the silent soldiers below, each word spoken with resounding force:

"Who dares to stop me?!"

Having said that, he ignored the two people in the air, turned around, and started walking towards the city outskirts, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

His steps were steady and his demeanor calm and composed, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

Seeing this, Kiyama Ao's beautiful eyes shone with admiration, and she couldn't help but praise:
"Mr. Song, what a spirit!"

Her opinion of Liang Jin reached a new high.

Facing the head of the police station and surrounded by heavy troops, his composure and fearlessness in treating the formidable enemy as nothing is truly rare!

She then glanced coldly at Yan Zi'an, whose face was ashen in mid-air, her contempt evident in her expression. She moved gracefully to Liang Jin's side and walked alongside him.

Yan Zian clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into his palms, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

Anger gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

The dignity of the police station, the resentment of being publicly humiliated, and a mix of other emotions almost made him lose his mind and order a pursuit!

But reason, or rather the fear of failure and death, ultimately prevailed.

"grown ups……"

Cen Ruifeng spoke again, his voice low and deep, clearly indicating his intention to back down.

He was equally stunned by the power of Liang Jin's stone, and his mind was disturbed by his experience with the Nine Void Boundless Realm. At this moment, he only wanted to get away from this place of trouble.

Yan Zi'an took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and killing intent, and squeezed out a cold voice through clenched teeth:
"Let them go!"

"We only have two third-rank officials, but they have at least three!"

"A direct confrontation...would be a losing proposition!"

He made an excuse for himself, his eyes flashing with resentment:
"Wait for tomorrow!"

"Once the famous constable Qin Feng arrives, we'll settle the score with them!"

Cen Ruifeng felt as if he had been granted a pardon and nodded hurriedly:

"Your Excellency is wise! Avoiding direct confrontation is the best course of action!"

However, just as the two were racing through their thoughts and decided to hold back for the time being, their gazes simultaneously swept over the ruins Liang Jin had just emerged from—the direction of the silver vault!

A strong sense of foreboding washed over the two of them instantly, like ice water!
"Oh no! The silver!"

Yan Zi'an screamed, his voice completely distorted!

"A silver carriage!"

Cen Ruifeng's expression also changed drastically!
Like arrows released from a bow, the two figures disregarded everything else and swooped down towards the collapsed silver vault at top speed!

When they rushed into the warehouse, they saw—

air!
swing!
如！
also!
The mountain of silver chests that had been expected to be piled up had vanished without a trace!

Only large, deep indentations, along with scattered dust and rubble, remain on the ground, proving that they once existed.

The entire warehouse was so empty it looked as if it had been licked by a giant beast; it was so clean it sent chills down your spine!
"Where...where's the money?!"

Yan Zian's voice was as sharp as a night owl's, filled with extreme horror, anger and disbelief!

He was trembling violently, and his civilian clothes, which represented the authority of the police station, were now soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to his back.

"How is that possible?! So much silver! How did he transport it away?! Did it fly away?!"

He turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the bloated figure in the corner of the warehouse—Shen Wanshi:

"Director Shen! What on earth is going on?! Where's the silver?!"

Shen Wanshi's face showed just the right amount of fear and bewilderment. He spread his hands, his voice trembling with tears:

"My...my sir! I...I don't know either!"

"When I arrived... there was only Song Jiang, the only thief here, and the silver... all the silver was gone!"

He spoke incoherently, completely shirking responsibility.

It wasn't that Shen Wanshi didn't want to tell the truth.

Rather, it was Liang Jin's method of turning all the silver into nothing that was too unbelievable, even he himself could not understand it, and it was even more difficult to explain.

If you can't explain it clearly, you might even bring trouble upon yourself.

It's better to play dumb.

Anyway, the money is gone now; what needs to be addressed is what follows.

"Asshole!!!"

Yan Zi'an was so angry he almost vomited blood, and kicked away half of the broken wood next to him.

He felt his sanity was on the verge of collapsing.

As the ultimate guardian of the silver chariot, losing the silver was a responsibility that would condemn him to eternal damnation!

Cen Ruifeng's face was so gloomy it could drip water. He squatted down and carefully examined the marks on the ground, trying to find any clues, but ultimately found nothing.

He stood up, his voice hoarse and solemn:
"Sir! We can't let them get away! We might still be able to catch them!"

"Even if Song Jiang had extraordinary abilities, he couldn't possibly transport tens of millions of taels of silver out of the city in an instant! It must still be nearby!"

Getting the silver back is the only way to survive!
Yan Zi'an's chest heaved violently, his eyes filled with a mixture of murderous intent and insane greed.

Chase?
Facing at least three Rank 3 combatants is too risky!
But the lure of money and the heavy burden of responsibility made him extremely unwilling!

"No!"

Yan Zi'an let out a low growl, forcibly suppressing his impulse. His facial muscles contorted as he made a difficult decision:

"Let them go! Let them keep it for us for a few hours!"

His eyes flashed with a sinister and ruthless light, and his voice was like the flicking of a viper's tongue:

"The silver will eventually be transported back to Yanshan Village!"

"You can run away, but you can't hide! As soon as Qin Feng arrives, we'll head to Dongzhou immediately! We'll ask the Prince of Pingcheng to mobilize a large army to besiege Yanshan!"

"At that time, I will make sure that not a single chicken or dog is left alive in the entire Yanshan Village!"

"Give me back all the silver that belongs to the imperial court, with interest! Song Jiang... I want to skin him alive with my own hands!"

……

Jinxi City, West Street Intersection.

Liang Jin and Mu Shanqing walked side by side and soon arrived near the street where Fei Biao, Han Tong and Zhong Lihan had fought.

Han Tong and Fei Biao stood amidst the devastated ruins, both of them still showing signs of shock.
They had clearly just emerged from the terrifying experience of death in the Nine Realms, their eyes still filled with confusion and lingering fear.

As for the "Hongzhong Guest" Zhongli Han, he still stood there like a rock.

He held his enormous, incredibly heavy bronze bell in his arms, its surface covered with dents and scratches from battle.

His eyes were wide open in anger, his hair and beard bristled, like a wounded tiger, staring intently at Liang Jin and Mu Shanqing who were walking towards him, his eyes filled with hatred and determination!

"Humph!"

Zhongli Han let out a deep, thunderous snort, the sound echoing across the surrounding area:
"Kill me if you want! Torture me if you want!"

"I, Zhongli Han, am a towering figure, yet I have fallen into your hands today. I accept it!"

"You think I'll wag my tail and beg for mercy? Dream on!"

"I'll die standing! If I even flinch, I'm no hero!"

His voice was booming, filled with tragedy and indomitable spirit.

In his view, Liang Jin and Mu Shanqing were clearly accomplices of Fei Biao and Han Tong.

Tonight, I was already struggling to fight two opponents, and now two unfathomable masters have arrived. There is absolutely no chance of survival!

But the dignity of a martial artist makes him unyielding!
Liang Jin looked at the burly man who resembled an angry lion, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

This man was also a man of great righteousness, and Liang Jin did not want to kill him easily.

So Liang Jin stopped, smiled slightly, and his voice, calm yet clear, reached everyone's ears:

"I think you've misunderstood."

"I'm not one of them."

He pointed at Fei Biao and Han Tong, then looked at Zhong Lihan with an honest gaze:
"If possible, I would be willing to help mediate the feud between you."

Upon hearing this, Zhongli Han was stunned, his copper bell-like eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

Not working together? Mediation?
What's this dark-faced man up to?

Meanwhile, Han Tong, still reeling from the shock of the Nine Void Boundless Realm, felt a surge of anger rise within him upon hearing Liang Jin's presumptuous words. He couldn't help but sneer:

"Huh! Mediation?"

He crossed his arms, his childlike face full of disdain:

"Who do you think you are, to presume to mediate our feud?"

These words immediately displeased Kiyama Sei.

She turned her head to stare at Han Tong, and said coldly:

"You must not be rude to Mr. Song!"

Han Tong was wary of Mu Shanqing, and since she had spoken, Han Tong could not ignore her.

But he was still unwilling to give up, and finally couldn't help but speak harshly:
"So your surname is Song. Unless you're Song Jiang!"

"Otherwise... who do you think you are to dare spout such nonsense here?"

These words made Zhongli Han and Fei Biao both nod slightly.

There are no more than three people in the entire Changzhou who are qualified to mediate their feud, and Song Jiang is definitely one of them.

After Han Tong finished speaking, he subconsciously took a step to the side, away from Mu Shanqing, and prepared to be scolded by her.

however.

To his surprise, Kiyama Ao did not immediately reprimand him.

A very strange expression appeared on her face, as if she had heard something absurd yet perfectly reasonable.

She opened her mouth several times, but hesitated to speak, as if she didn't know where to begin.

She then turned her head and looked at Liang Jin with a surprised expression, as if trying to see through the man.

Liang Jin simply smiled without saying a word.

Mushan Qing's gaze returned to Han Tong, his eyes seeming to question, yet also to think...it's ridiculous.

Han Tong looked confused, not understanding what Mu Shanqing meant.

This eerie silence lasted for several breaths.

The night wind blew through the ruins, swirling up a few withered leaves and making a soft rustling sound.

Fei Biao's greasy face was full of blankness; he was clearly confused as well.

Zhongli Han held the giant bell, his brows furrowed, his wary gaze sweeping over the group, fearing they might be plotting something.

at last.

Kiyama Ao parted her red lips slightly, and her clear, cold voice, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, deftly broke the suffocating silence:
"Han Tong".

Her voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power that instantly drew everyone's attention to her.

She raised her slender finger and pointed to the dark-faced man standing beside her with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

"This Mr. Song's given name is Jiang."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Han Tong's frozen face, over Fei Biao's agape mouth, over Zhong Lihan's suddenly contracting pupils, and then spoke, word by word, with perfect clarity:
"He is none other than Song Jiang."

boom--!
Kiyama Sei's words were like a massive boulder thrown into a still lake!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment!

The sarcasm and disdain on Han Tong's face shattered instantly, like fragile porcelain!

His eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth opened unconsciously, forming a comical "O" shape.

Her small body seemed to have been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and she staggered back a step. Her finger pointing at Liang Jin trembled violently, but she couldn't utter a single word.

That expression was like someone who had seen a ghost in broad daylight!
Fei Biao rubbed his eyes vigorously with his greasy hands, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and hearing.

That dark-faced man who talked loudly in the restaurant and casually drew blueprints for magical devices... was actually Song Jiang, the "Timely Rain" who was famous throughout Changzhou, hated by the government, and idolized by the outlaws?!

This... this is too...

At that moment, Zhongli Han felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens!
His burly, imposing body jolted violently, and his arms, which were holding the giant bell, loosened their grip slightly. The heavy base of the bell scraped against the ground, producing a piercing creaking sound.

His face was filled with astonishment, disbelief, and... an indescribable complex emotion!

His copper bell-like eyes were fixed on Liang Jin's dark and ordinary face, as if trying to see through the surface and see the legendary soul that stirred up the winds and clouds in Changzhou!
Song Jiang!

It was Song Jiang!
That heroic man who dared to defy the government in order to seek a glimmer of hope for the people of Changzhou!

The night breeze seemed to have stopped.

Above the ruins, only the heavy breathing of a few people and the pounding of their hearts could be heard.

All eyes were focused on the dark-faced man.

The moonlight in Jinxi City seemed to shine only on him at this moment.

at this time.

After holding it in for half a day, Mushan Qing finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

Especially when she saw the rapidly changing expressions on everyone's faces, their shock and stunned silence.

The question she had long wanted to ask finally came out of her mouth:

"Mr. Song... is he very famous in Changzhou?"

(End of this chapter)