Why did you provoke me?

Jing San remembered what the long-haired man had said: "This time you've really messed up."

Just as Jing San's mind began to relax, a second group of people entered without warning. This time there were many people, a total of ten.

Jing San learned her lesson and stopped looking directly at these people.

They were all dressed in black clothes and black pants, and covered their faces with black cloths.

Jing San's heart skipped a beat. This outfit was definitely that of a hidden assassin!

He hurriedly preserved these images, because if they were scattered among the crowd, who would be able to find them?

Perhaps she was too shocked, or perhaps she was too focused, Jing San did not notice that three people had come to her courtyard gate and then left.

After organizing all these things, I sent them all to Yu Meng at once.

Then Jing San sat there, which was equivalent to the message of the dream, which was equivalent to the attitude of the dream.

It was already noon, and Yu Meng hadn't sent him a single message. No one had come to his place either.

Jing San lowered her head and stared at the communication bell in her hand.

Yu Meng didn't wake up until 2 PM. Stretching, she felt refreshed.

I glanced at the communication bell in my hand, turned it on, and was startled by the dark screen.

After watching all the footage, Yu Meng fell silent. These people arrived much faster than she had expected.

Especially the person looking at Jing San, that was a mocking look, a look of indifference to everything.

Yu Meng walked thoughtfully to the table, where it remained unchanged, untouched.

She picked up the lines, her fingers flying across the paper, and in a moment, the exploding symbol was complete.

Jing San finally couldn't hold back any longer and messaged Jing Er to come over. He wanted to find Yu Meng, to know her attitude, and to know what he should do.

Jing Er lifted him into the wheelchair, and yes, Jing San also got into a wheelchair. They pushed him to Yu Meng's courtyard.

Seeing that Yu Meng was busy, the two of them, one standing and one sitting, did not disturb her.

But his eyes were fixed on Yu Meng's hand.

Yu Meng did nothing but keep making explosive talismans.

Later, Jing Er took action and made one herself, following Yu Meng's example. Yu Meng glanced at it, nodded, and said it was alright, although it was a bit crooked, the energy flow and nodes were correct.

Later, Jing San made one with his perfectly good hands.

Although it was slow, it still worked.

Yu Meng spoke up, "This is an explosive talisman, and that node is the switch. It can blast a crater a meter deep. It's from the same series as the mantra talisman, except this one is offensive."

"Teacher Yu, should I have them collect irregular lines?" Jing Er noticed that the lines Teacher Yu had here were all irregular lines.

"Yes, have them collect more, and have Uncle Wu send over more boxes containing the alien lines."

Jing Er responded and started sending messages.

"Do you think I should pass on this skill?" Yu Meng suddenly asked.

"Teacher Yu, didn't you already tell us?"

"This line symbol is extremely powerful, so you must be careful when using it," Yu Meng added.

"Sigh, if it weren't for the image you posted, I really wouldn't have been planning to teach you."

"Teacher Yu, what are your thoughts? Those people don't seem like good people."

"Let all six of you with the character 'quiet' in your names come over and learn this line symbol. As for your team members, you can decide what to do with them." Yu Meng thought for a moment, then decided to pass on the explosive symbol.

Jing Er hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Teacher Yu, can we learn that mantra talisman?"

Yu Meng glanced at him. "Who do you want to use it on?"

In short, both Jing Er and Jing San started coughing.

Jing Er remained silent for a while, but finally decided to tell the truth.

"The year my grandfather died, we had prepared money for his life. But in just one night, the money disappeared. Everyone said they didn't take it, but my grandfather was at our house at the time, so the accusation of the thief was pinned on my mother. But my mother said she didn't take it until the day she died. I believe her and want to clear my mother's name."

Jing San asked in surprise, "Besides you, who else is in your family? You're not thinking of using that on your dad, are you?"

Jing Er nodded, "I also have an older uncle and two other uncles."

"Jing Er, what good will it do you to know the truth? The living will hate you, and the dead won't come back to life to thank you. You will disrupt this balance and make everyone suffer," Yu Meng said, explaining the implications.

"At least it can clear my mother's name." Jing Er's voice was low. "Grandpa and Mom are the two people who are the best to me. I just want to know who the thief is." There was hatred in Jing Er's tone.

Yu Meng sighed. "The principle is the same, only the pattern is different. Figure it out yourself. Don't pass this on. Prying into other people's privacy is not the behavior of a gentleman."

"Thank you, Teacher Yu. This line drawing won't be passed down from me," Jing Er promised earnestly.

"Me too," Jing San chimed in from the side. "I'm going to use it on those people, find their weaknesses, and try to deliver a fatal blow."

The sound of a wheelchair rolling came from outside. Yu Meng stopped what she was doing. "Take some time to tidy up. We have guests."

Jing Er quickly gathered the things on the table together, then pushed Jing San out.

"Seniors, you've arrived. Teacher Yu is waiting for you," Jing Er greeted casually.

"Oh, she's awake?"

Although somewhat puzzled as to why the lame man said that, he still said good-naturedly, "Teacher Yu is waiting for you."

When the two people came in, Yu Meng showed them the image on the communication bell.

"These were taken last night. Do you two recognize them?"

The cripple examined them carefully. "The three who came in first are the people behind Guihong Pavilion. They are stronger than the one who died."

The long-haired man continued, "Those ten men in black..." He looked at Yu Meng, "They must have come looking for us, to confirm whether we're dead or alive?"

Yu Meng tapped the table. "What are your thoughts? Are you going to avoid them, or send them away?"

"What does 'sending away' mean?" the long-haired man scrutinized the words.

"Then it's up to you?" Yu Meng's lips curled up. "Whichever you choose, we'll do it."

"They'll change their clothes once they come in. Are you sure you can find them?" the long-haired man asked the most crucial question. "To do it cleanly, we have to leave no one alive. Otherwise, the consequences will be dire."

"Since they've come looking for you, then you can be the bait. There's no reason for them not to come," Yu Meng said bluntly.

"There are too many of them, we can't fight them all," the cripple sighed softly from the side.

"Then what if you fake your death? Would that fool them?" Yu Meng suggested another idea.

"It's difficult. We left something in the upper realm that can tell if we're truly dead," the long-haired man said, offering no further explanation.

"Then what should we do? You need to come up with a plan." Yu Meng didn't have any good ideas either.

"Yu Meng, let us think about it. They can't find this place right now, we still have time." The long-haired man was also in a dilemma. If they had a better solution, they wouldn't have dragged it out until now.