One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

On an open space.

Fifty exquisitely crafted machines, like tireless artisans.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, two sturdy wooden houses rose up from the edge of the forest.

Lin Mo stood under the newly built eaves.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The busy puppets around them instantly transformed into streaks of light and were all sucked back into the blue metal sphere.

Lin Mo turned around.

He casually tossed the sac in his hand toward Lu Linglong, who was examining the wooden house beside him.

"Next," Lin Mo said.

Lu Linglong caught the metal ball in a flustered manner, looked up, and her beautiful big eyes were full of doubt.

"Why did you give it to me?" Lu Linglong asked.

"It was originally meant for you to use." Lin Mo patted the dust off his hands.

He pointed to the sac.

"These things aren't very skilled or strong, but there are plenty of them, making them easy to control," Lin Mo said with a smile.

He walked to the steps in front of the wooden house and sat down.

"When you encounter trouble, you can use it to block a knife and save your life in a critical moment. It is also quite suitable for doing some odd jobs in ordinary times."

Lu Linglong stood there, stunned.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the blue ball in her palm.

I gently stroked the fine lines on it with my fingertips.

She clearly sensed the concern in the other person's words, and a blush involuntarily crept up her ears, causing her to pause for a beat.

Lu Linglong took a deep breath, trying to cool down her burning cheeks.

She looked up, a bright smile curving her lips.

"With a master like you, who has ascended to the Ascension Realm, as my bodyguard, what danger could I possibly encounter?" Lu Linglong said with a grin.

Lin Mo stroked his chin and nodded thoughtfully.

"What you said makes sense," Lin Mo said.

He stretched out a hand.

"Since you don't need it, you should give it back to me." Lin Mo opened his palm.

Lu Linglong's eyes flickered slightly, and she immediately put the hand that was holding the Devouring Pouch behind her back.

"That won't do, I won't give it to you!" Lu Linglong raised her chin and gave a coquettish snort.

She took half a step back, dodging Lin Mo's hand.

"It's rare for you to be so generous as to give me a gift, so I'll reluctantly accept it, hehe." Lu Linglong smiled radiantly.

Seeing how protective the girl was of her belongings like a cat guarding its food, Lin Mo couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, alright, then take it yourself." Lin Mo withdrew his hand, his tone casual.

In fact, Lin Mo also felt that this "Flower Divine Machine" was indeed a good thing.

Putting everything else aside, it's really worry-free to use for work.

With over fifty readily available workers brought in at once, we'll even have someone to carry our bags when we go out in the future.

However, Lin Mo had no intention of keeping this for himself.

Because he has already set his sights on an even bigger goal.

Ma Xianhong.

The village chief of Biyou Village is a rare technical talent.

As a direct descendant of Ma Benzai, the master of the Divine Hundred Refinements technique among the Eight Extraordinary Skills, this guy's talent in weapon crafting is top-notch.

If we could recruit Ma Xianhong into our ranks and have him tailor-make magical artifacts specifically for us, that would be a truly worthwhile investment.

Since we planned to stay for a few days, the empty wooden cabin was obviously not suitable for sleeping.

Lin Mo raised his head and glanced around the courtyard.

He quickly spotted the lonely figure drawing circles in the corner.

"Village Chief Ma, come and lend a hand," Lin Mo called out.

Ma Xianhong, who was squatting in the corner, stiffened.

He slowly stood up, his eyes still a little red, and walked heavily to the front of the wooden house.

At this moment, he had just experienced the collapse of his worldview and was still in a state of deep self-doubt.

"What are your orders?" Ma Xianhong asked in a muffled voice.

"Go and get us some daily necessities," Lin Mo said, rattling off a list of names without any hesitation.

"Pots and pans, sheets and blankets, a duvet cover and two softer pillows," Lin Mo said slowly.

Upon hearing these words, Ma Xianhong's cheek twitched violently.

He was the dignified leader of Biyou Village, a leader revered by all.

The fact that he was being treated like a servant in an inn brought back that sense of absurdity to his mind.

Faced with Lin Mo's unfathomable strength, he couldn't find the slightest reason to refuse.

Ma Xianhong's Adam's apple bobbed twice with difficulty.

"I understand," Ma Xianhong replied dryly.

He turned around, called over a few passing villagers, and, suppressing his heartache, arranged for them to go to the warehouse to retrieve their belongings.

About half an hour later, the villagers came over carrying a pile of brand-new bedding and utensils.

Ma Xianhong directed them to put the things at the entrance of the wooden house.

"Everything is ready." Ma Xianhong said, his head down, his voice dry and lifeless.

Lin Mo stepped forward and inspected the quilts, which smelled of sunshine, with satisfaction.

He waved at Ma Xianhong.

"Alright, that's all for you. Go away and have some peace and quiet," Lin Mo said.

This statement was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Ma Xianhong's lips twitched sharply downwards.

He said nothing, turned around, and staggered toward the edge of the village, as if his soul had been taken away.

Lu Linglong carried a floral quilt cover into the inner room.

"Lin Mo, what exactly happened that big commotion you mentioned earlier?" Lu Linglong asked curiously as she made the bed.

Lin Mo leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Think carefully about what happened before we came here," Lin Mo prompted.

"President Zhao has issued the highest order to arrest Chen Duo and deal with her." Lin Mo paused for a moment.

"But now that Chen Duo is with us, we don't need to worry about that for the time being," Lin Mo continued.

He gazed intently toward the village.

"But don't forget, putting Chen Duo aside, this village itself has taboo aspects," Lin Mo said.

Upon hearing these words, Lu Linglong immediately stopped what she was doing.

The images of the gifted individuals she had just seen at the village entrance, and Ma Xianhong's so-called "education for all" flashed through her mind.

"You mean...transforming superhumans?" Lu Linglong suddenly realized.

"That's right." Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

Unauthorized mass production of superhumans is a major event that could shake the very foundation of the superhuman world.

Nadutong Company will absolutely not sit idly by.

Just as Lin Mo was about to continue speaking, his expression suddenly shifted slightly.

He turned his gaze to the forest path outside the courtyard gate.

"What's wrong?" Lu Linglong noticed his unusual behavior and looked in the direction of his gaze.

"Those two troublemakers have come knocking on our door." Lin Mo raised his chin slightly.

He looked at the food pouch in Lu Linglong's hand.

"Perfect, let's practice with your new toy," Lin Mo said.

Lu Linglong immediately understood.

She infused a wisp of true energy, and white smoke instantly rose from the blue metal sphere.

A beautiful and divine machine landed steadily in the courtyard.

Under Lu Linglong's mental control, Ru Hua walked stiffly to the courtyard gate and reached out to open the wooden door.

Accompanied by the soft sound of the door hinges turning.

Outside the door, two figures were walking towards this place, one after the other, stepping on the fallen leaves.

Walking in front was Wang Ye, who had two big dark circles under his eyes.

Half a step behind was Zhuge Qing, dressed in a blue trench coat.

The two looked at the suddenly opened courtyard gate and the lifeless body of Ruhua Shenji in the courtyard.

Then he looked up and saw Lin Mo and Lu Linglong sitting under the eaves.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, a hint of helplessness flashing in their eyes. They were not at all surprised that their whereabouts had been discovered.

The two quickened their pace and entered the courtyard.

"Brother Lin, Sister Lu." Wang Ye raised his hand to scratch his messy hair and greeted them with a grin.

Zhuge Qing also greeted him in the same way.

Lin Mo pointed to the open space in front of him.

"Have a seat," Lin Mo said.

Four small wooden stools were neatly arranged on the open ground.

This was made by Lin Mo using leftover materials that Ru Hua Shenji had just casually made.

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing stepped forward.

Like elementary school students who had made a mistake, the two obediently pulled over stools and sat down side by side, placing their hands properly on their knees.

"Thank you, Brother Lin, for coming all this way to save me from this predicament." Wang Ye put away his playful smile and thanked him earnestly.

Lin Mo waved his hand, not seeking credit.

"It's just a way to earn some extra money on the side. I came here mainly to take care of other things," Lin Mo said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye was taken aback.

"Is there anything else?" Wang asked, puzzled.

Zhuge Qing, who was standing next to him, also turned his gaze to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo nodded.

"I was asked to pick someone up." Lin Mo briefly explained Chen Duo's identity and background.

As Lin Mo narrated, the air in the courtyard seemed to freeze.

After learning that Chen Duo was a temporary worker in the South China region of Na Du Tong and had personally killed Liao Zhong, the regional head,

Wang Ye's smile froze on his face, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out from his back.

When Ma Xianhong heard that Chen Duo had defected, he was surprised to find that he had taken in this huge problem in Biyou Village.

Zhuge Qing's expression suddenly changed.

At that moment, he felt his throat was extremely dry and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Harboring the murderer who killed the regional leader is tantamount to offending everyone and putting Biyou Village in an extremely dangerous situation.

Seeing the two of them looking extremely uncomfortable, Lu Linglong chuckled softly beside her.

"Old Wang, Old Qing, after hearing all this, you should be glad now, right?" Lu Linglong's eyes crinkled, her tone tinged with a hint of teasing.

"If Lin Mo weren't here to keep things in check, you would have all ended up in big trouble sooner or later if you stayed in this village," Lu Linglong said.

Wang Ye took a deep breath.

He turned his head and patted Zhuge Qing heavily on the shoulder.

"Old Qing," Wang Ye said, looking at him with lingering fear.

"You should be glad that I shamelessly begged Brother Lin to come, otherwise we would both be done for here."

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