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"Go back and tell your master."

"The Six Doors have no say in the good and evil of this world."

His words were calm, yet they made the air inside and outside the dilapidated temple feel heavier.

Those dozens of elite constables from the Six Doors had stopped breathing.

Their hands, gripping the knives, trembled, not from fear, but from an instinctive shudder at the thought of their lives being crushed.

The click-clack of the blade against the armor was the only sound in this deathly silence.

Li Mochou stood behind Shen Mo, her small hands clenched so tightly they turned white.

In her eyes, her master's back was not particularly imposing, but it was like a mountain rising from the ground, keeping all the wind and rain out.

Shen Mo stood up.

He strolled toward the pile of rotten flesh on the ground; it was Han Tong, the "Wind Chaser".

The cotton boots were lifted up without the slightest hesitation and stepped directly onto Han Tong's bloodied and mangled face, grinding gently.

"Well……"

The excruciating pain roused his remaining consciousness, and Han Tong awoke from his unconscious state.

In my field of vision was a dusty boot sole and a pair of eyes looking down from behind the boot, as if it were looking at a dead object.

"Who wrote the arrest warrant?" The silent voice was devoid of warmth.

"You...you dare to assassinate an official of the imperial court...the chief constable...I will never let you go..." Han Tong's lips moved, instinctively uttering his final threat.

Shen Mo's foot, pressing down on his face, exerted a slight force.

The internal force drilled into Han Tong's skull, instantly exploding throughout his seven orifices and bones, transforming into billions of invisible steel needles that stirred wildly.

"ah--!"

That was a scream that no human could make.

Han Tong was like a fish thrown ashore, violently jerking and convulsing, every inch of his muscles and flesh enduring pain beyond his limits.

His mental defenses completely collapsed.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! It's Lord Qian from Jiaxing Prefecture! And Lord Zhang from the prefectural government!"

"The documents were forged! They bribed my connections within the Six Doors to send me to kill you!"

"Black Wind Stronghold, Tiger Ridge... all belong to Master Qian! His bandits were the ones who died! Even Qian Yong, the junior officer, was framed and silenced by him!"

With tears streaming down his face, Han Tong incoherently shouted out everything, begging only for a swift death.

The constables outside the temple heard it clearly, and their faces changed color as their beliefs crumbled.

They are the swords of the imperial court, not the dogs of tyrants!

In the crowd, a deputy, his face ashen, still mustered the courage to shout, "Even if there was a reason! You...you've committed a grave mistake! Surrender immediately and come back to Lin'an with us to plead guilty; there's still a glimmer of hope!"

Shen Mo listened to Han Tong's confession.

He also heard the deputy's shout.

He exerted force with his feet.

puff.

A soft sound, like stepping on a ripe watermelon.

Han Tong's head was completely crushed into his chest cavity.

In Shen Mo's mind, the words on the ancient mirror appeared.

Good/Evil Points +200.

After doing all this, Shen Mo's figure disappeared from the spot.

The deputy who had just spoken suddenly froze, a dark shadow stretching out before his eyes.

He felt a chill on his neck.

Looking down, he saw only a slender finger withdrawing from his throat, the fingertip clean and without a drop of blood.

He tried to open his mouth, but only managed a weak "hoarse" sound before collapsing straight down.

The massacre began silently.

Li Mochou only saw her master's shadow flowing through the crowd, faster than a ghost under the moon.

There was no crisp sound of weapons clashing, nor any death screams.

Only a few figures froze silently, followed by a dull thud as they collapsed to the ground.

This was a highly efficient cleanup, a silent drama performed with absolute power.

After several dozen breaths, the dilapidated temple and its surroundings returned to deathly silence.

Apart from Shen Mo and Li Mochou, there were no other survivors.

The heavy stench of blood permeated the area without restraint.

The inscription on the ancient mirror was finally fixed.

Good/Evil Points: 565

Shen Mo rummaged through the corpse expressionlessly, stuffing several money pouches and loose silver into his pocket.

He took Li Mochou's hand and left this hellish place.

……

As dawn broke, the two arrived at the courtyard of a remote farmer's house.

Shen Mo placed a ten-tael silver ingot in front of the startled farmer couple.

"Take good care of her; make sure she has enough to eat, wear, and use."

The farmer couple's eyes flashed with greed as they looked at the dazzling silver ingot.

Shen Mo saw it all but said nothing.

He simply stretched out his palm and struck the stone mill in the courtyard with it.

laugh.

The hard stone mill, silently turning into a cloud of fine stone powder, was scattered by the morning breeze.

The greed on the farmer couple's faces was instantly replaced by boundless fear. Their legs went weak, and they knelt on the ground, frantically kowtowing.

"I will be back within a month," Shen Mo said, then turned away.

"Master..." Li Mochou tugged at his sleeve, her eyes filled with reluctance.

She knew that her master was about to do something important.

Shen Mo knelt down and tidied her sideburns.

"Some debts must be collected by oneself."

After saying that, he got up and left without looking back.

After spending more than a month together, Li Mochou had already silently regarded him as her closest person.

She watched her master's figure disappear into the dawn, nodded vigorously, and held back her tears.

Shen Mo found a dense forest, changed into a black outfit he had taken from a constable, and covered his mouth and nose with a black cloth, leaving only his deep, dark eyes exposed.

Their figures flashed and disappeared into the mountains.

Target: Jiaxing Prefecture, Qian Mansion.

……

at the same time.

Inside the Qian residence in Jiaxing Prefecture.

The place was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol.

In the main hall, the obese Mr. Qian, his face flushed with pride, raised his wine cup high and smiled at Lord Zhang, who sat at the head of the table, and a sinister-looking lama in the guest seat:

"Lord Zhang! Master Wu! I'd like to offer you both a toast!"

"The Six Doors' 'Wind Chaser' has already set off! That fiend is doomed this time! Hahaha!"

Lord Zhang and the lama exchanged a knowing glance and a knowing smile. Anyone who blocks their path to wealth will die!

At the very moment when Mr. Qian's laughter was at its most arrogant.

boom--!

A loud bang!

The two heavy vermilion doors of the Qian residence, covered with iron sheets, were snapped in two by an irresistible force, turning into countless fragments that shot inward!

Amidst the billowing dust and wood chips, a tall, dark figure stepped in step by step.