Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five.

Zhao Guizhen was his superior talent and his companion!

Even if Zhou Fengliu is the successor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, we cannot allow him to harm his companions.

"Zhou Fengliu...I need a reason."

"Reason?" Seeing that Ma Xianhong looked like he was about to have a relapse, Zhou Fengliu sighed and shook his head as he looked at Ma Xianhong.

"Old Ma, you'd better be more careful. Don't treat just anyone as a partner..."

Chapter 137 Old Ma is a good guy; he really gives you what you want! (Second Update)

"What do you mean?" Ma Xianhong was puzzled when he heard Zhou Fengliu say that.

"You don't know how Zhao Guizhen was expelled from the Maoshan Sect, do you?" Zhou Fengliu asked.

"Weren't we supposed to be going down the mountain for training?"

"Fine... you believe everything people say? Aren't you just being foolish?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ma Xianhong frowned. He always felt that Zhou Fengliu was subtly insulting him for not being smart.

“You’ve been fooled. Zhao Guizhen really escaped from the Maoshan Sect… He killed seven young boys to practice Maoshan evil magic, but was discovered, so he injured his fellow disciples and fled,” Zhou Fengliu said with a yawn.

How do I know if you're lying to me?

"See for yourself."

Zhou Fengliu showed Ma Xianhong the video he had just taken of Zhao Guizhen confessing his crimes.

In the video, Zhao Guizhen cried and confessed to all his crimes, asking Zhou Fengliu to hand him over to the company for conviction. Later, he changed his story and asked Zhou Fengliu to hand him over to Maoshan if he wanted...

After watching the video, Ma Xianhong was somewhat dazed.

"I helped you get rid of the scum, and you turned on me with swords drawn. Old Ma, this really chills my heart."

Zhou Fengliu shook his head and said.

"You... since you knew he was this kind of person, why didn't you just tell me?" Ma Xianhong still felt something was amiss.

"Isn't it just waiting for you to find out yourself? This is, after all, a matter within your own village. I'm just a tourist. As for what happened today, if he hadn't broken into my house to steal things in the middle of the night, I wouldn't have stayed up all night to clean up this scum for you."

"Old Ma, open your eyes wide... really, don't believe everyone."

Zhou Fengliu patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder and then prepared to go back to sleep.

"Wait a minute..."

"how?"

"Thank you, Brother Zhou..."

Ma Xianhong, whose potential had been taken away by Zhou Fengliu, now had to thank Zhou Fengliu.

"No need for thanks. If you really want to thank me, I see you have quite a few magical artifacts, and every villager has one... especially that small one that can hold things, it seems very convenient."

Zhou Fengliu has already made his intentions quite clear.

Even if Ma Xianhong wasn't very bright, he could still understand Zhou Fengliu's meaning and what kind of magical artifact Zhou Fengliu wanted.

He rummaged through his clothes and then tossed the Devouring Pouch to Zhou Fengliu.

"Here you go. You can use it once you infuse it with Qi. While the Devouring Pouch can hold things of a slightly larger size, it cannot hold anything with consciousness..."

"Okay, got it, thanks, Lao Ma."

Zhou Fengliu took the sac that Ma Xianhong threw over and played with it for a while, finding that it was indeed very convenient.

He greeted Ma Xianhong and then walked towards his hut with the food bag in his hand.

Watching Zhou Fengliu's departing figure, Ma Xianhong glanced around at his surroundings and then thought of what Zhou Fengliu had just shown him. He tapped his head with a complicated expression.

He knew there was something wrong with his mind; he couldn't recall some memories, and his judgment was sometimes impaired...

never mind...

Ma Xianhong shook his head.

As for whether Zhao Guizhen was dead or alive, he didn't care much anymore. Judging from Zhou Fengliu's tone just now, he probably didn't stand a chance.

...

Is Zhao Guizhen dead?

Zhou Fengliu said that he couldn't just let this guy die like that. His colleague from East China hadn't arrived yet, so he used air currents to lift Zhao Guizhen and hang him on a cliff.

If Zhao Guizhen is lucky and doesn't do anything reckless, he should be able to hold on for a few more days. But if he's unlucky, some eagles or birds might fly over and peck at his flesh, and it's hard to say how many days he can last.

...

Old Ma is really something...

He really does give things.

Zhou Fengliu returned to his hut and looked at the ping-pong ball-sized pouch in his hand. He was quite fond of it. With the infusion of Qi, he first put his backpack into the pouch. After seeing that it was indeed put in, he nodded in satisfaction.

From now on, just take a phage when you go out and that will be enough.

Tonight's work wasn't in vain.

Zhou Fengliu put the food-eating pouch away and glanced at his "far ahead" phone, noticing that Wang Ye seemed to have called him twice earlier.

It's so late...

Will something happen?

Zhou Fengliu called back, but at that moment, Master Wang was on a plane with his phone in airplane mode, so there was no signal at all.

Seeing that Wang didn't answer, he stopped calling. He glanced at the dilapidated house and decided that it was no longer safe to sleep in. So he took his things and went out to find another room to sleep in.

This back-and-forth has greatly delayed his bedtime.

...

The next day.

Three poles in the sun.

The villagers of Biyou Village resumed their usual lives.

"Did you hear anything last night?" a villager on his way to work in the fields asked his companion, who was also on his way to work in the fields.

"I heard... a very painful sound, it sounds like Master Guizhen..."

"Master Guizhen? Are you sure?"

"Why does it sound like a wild animal in heat to me?"

"Is it possible that Master Guizhen's voice is a mixture of sounds from wild beasts in heat?"

"Human-beast, huh? You little rascal...you're a pervert."

"Seriously, did you see Master Guizhen today?"

"I didn't see her... She probably went up the mountain to gather herbs again, or maybe the leader sent her out on a mission."

Although the villagers of Biyou Village heard some noises last night, they only heard them and did not pay much attention to them. They did not think about the possibility that Master Zhao Guizhen had encountered misfortune, after all, in their eyes, Zhao Guizhen was a master with very powerful methods.

at the same time.

Outside Biyou Village.

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye arrived at Biyou Village one after the other.

Zhuge Qing was the first to arrive.

Guo Liang, a villager from Biyou who was in charge of negotiating with Zhuge Qing, brought Zhuge Qing to Biyou Village overnight. Looking at the familiar village in front of him, Guo Liang slowly began to introduce it:

"Sir, this is our Biyou Village. Although the village is not big, it has mountains, water, and forests... It is definitely a good place."

"Where is your leader?"

Zhuge Qing wasn't interested in the village; he was more interested in the cult leader who could create the beautiful dolls, so he asked directly.

"I'll take my husband there..."

Before Zhuge Qing could answer, a voice came from the woods not far away.

"Old Qing, Old Qing... it really is you."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Zhuge Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, turned his head to look in the direction of the voice, and saw Wang Ye carrying a bag and jumping down from the tree like a monkey.

"Old Wang? When did you arrive?" Zhuge Qing asked, somewhat surprised.

Unlike him, who had someone to guide him, Wang Ye was unguided and took a much more remote route, which is why he arrived much later than him.

"About the same as you, just arrived..."

Wang Ye sighed listlessly.

He had just gotten off the plane when he saw that Zhou Fengliu had called him several times. He called back, but Zhou Fengliu still didn't answer, which left him speechless.

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P.S.: I'm begging for everything, please, please. The humble author is online, sobbing.

Goodnight, godfathers. Sweet dreams.