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

The morning sunlight pierced through the thin mist and shone on the bluestone paths of Biyou Village.

All eyes were focused like spotlights on the young man with his hands in his pockets and a relaxed expression.

"This must be Lin Mo?"

Wang Zhenqiu broke the silence first, carrying the small red flag on his shoulder and taking half a step forward with a smile.

Lin Mo stopped and calmly swept his gaze over the group of temporary workers in front of him, each with their own distinct aura.

From Wang Zhenqiu's androgynous smile to the rugged, stubble-covered face of the man with the black pipe, then to Xiao Zizai's reflective glasses, the gaze finally settled steadily on Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao.

"It seems they are all Chu Lan's companions."

Lin Mo smiled kindly and nodded slightly.

"I am Lin Mo."

Upon seeing this, Wang Zhenqiu immediately stepped forward as if they were old friends and extended his right hand.

"Hello, I am Wang Zhenqiu."

He then pointed to the people behind him and began to introduce them one by one.

"This is Brother Xiao Zizai, this is Brother Hei Guan, and that's Lao Meng. As for Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, you should all be familiar with them."

Lin Mo did not shake hands, but simply nodded casually.

Hello.

Just then, Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses and took a step forward.

His eyes gleamed with an undisguised fervor, and his breathing was heavier than usual.

"Lin Mo, did you make that artwork at the village entrance that's just a head?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow and immediately understood who the other person was referring to.

"You mean Zhao Guizhen's lamb spine hot pot?"

He admitted it casually.

"Yes, I did it."

Xiao Zizai's hands trembled slightly at his sides, a kind of excitement at meeting a like-minded person.

"How did you do that?"

Lin Mo was taken aback for a moment, then asked back with amusement.

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Zizai took a deep breath, trying to suppress the restlessness in his heart, but his voice still revealed excitement.

"I mean, how do you manage to make him feel pain even when he's left with only a head and a section of his spine?"

Lin Mo chuckled; this focus was indeed very much in line with Xiao Zizai's character.

"Well, this is just one of my little tricks."

He waved his hand casually, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"I used my true energy to forcefully keep his life force alive. As long as his life force is not extinguished, his soul will not leave his body. He can only live consciously and suffer."

Xiao Zizai nodded repeatedly as he listened, his eyes shining even brighter.

"What about the Golden Light Mantra outside?"

"That's because I was afraid that someone would take pity on him and end his suffering early, so I casually set up this to guard against people."

Lin Mo's explanation was perfectly reasonable.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan, who was standing to the side, could no longer hold back.

He took a sudden step forward, his face filled with absurdity and disbelief.

"Brother Lin, you even know the Golden Light Mantra from our Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Lin Mo turned her head and looked at Zhang Chulan's ghost-like expression, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"What are you saying? Your grandmaster taught me all eight great Taoist incantations so that you could win the championship at the Luotian Grand Ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's expression froze instantly, and his brain went blank for a full two seconds.

"What?"

He opened his mouth wide, pointed at Lin Mo, and after a long while, he managed to utter a single sentence.

"The advisor even offered up the Eight Great Divine Incantations as a bargaining chip for me?"

Zhang Chulan's expression was complicated. He suddenly remembered something and slapped his thigh.

"That's not right! Then why did you take millions of dollars in labor fees from our company in exchange back then?"

Lin Mo spread his hands and laughed with self-righteousness.

"Hey, that was a private deal between me and your advisor. It's completely different from the money your company paid."

Zhang Chulan covered his face in pain.

My brother Lin is still as cunning as ever, profiting from both sides.

Watching this farce unfold, Hei Guan stroked the stubble on his chin and chimed in at the opportune moment.

"May I ask what crime that person at the village entrance committed?"

Lin Mo did not answer directly, but turned to look at Ma Xianhong, whose face was ashen, beside him.

"Village Chief Ma, why don't you explain this to them?"

Ma Xianhong remained silent for a moment, recalling the scene from yesterday, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

"Zhao Guizhen is a fake Maoshan Taoist priest."

He took a deep breath, his voice muffled.

"He secretly practiced the evil technique Seven Fiends Body Gathering, torturing seven innocent children into fiendish spirits, all to practice his magic."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned serious.

Ma Xianhong glanced at Lin Mo and continued.

"After Lin Mo discovered him, he subdued him, but instead of letting him die easily, he triggered the evil spirits to retaliate and devour his body."

"Finally, they used their inner energy to keep him alive, leaving him unable to live or die."

After listening, the clarinet's doubts vanished instantly, replaced by a look of understanding.

He gave Lin Mo a thumbs up and sincerely praised him.

"Good method, that's a swift and effective punishment."

Just then, Lao Meng, who had been hiding in the back, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He strode forward, nervously rubbing the hem of his clothes with both hands, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Then...what about Chen Duo?"

Old Meng's voice trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on Lin Mo.

"Village Chief Ma just said you were going to take Chen Duo away. How is she now?"

Among this group of temporary workers, if you were to ask who cared most about Chen Duo's life or death, it would definitely be Lao Meng.

Lin Mo smiled and nodded at Lao Meng's nervous look.

"Yes, Chen Duo is safe now."

He casually straightened his cuffs.

"I do need to take her away. After all, I was asked to do this for someone. I'm paid to do what I'm asked."

Old Meng paused for a moment, his mind racing through possible candidates.

"Who commissioned you?"

Lin Mo looked at him with a half-smile.

"That person didn't ask me to hide my identity, but as an employer, I think it's better if I don't tell them."

He paused, then gave a hint.

"Take your guess, who in this world cares about Chen Duo the most?"

Old Meng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Who cares about Chen Duo the most? Besides the head of the South China region who treats Chen Duo like his own daughter, who else could it be?

"Could it be... Liao Zhong?"

Old Meng blurted it out, but then shook his head vigorously, his face full of disbelief.

"But...but according to the company's internal report, Liao Zhong was poisoned to death by Chen Duo, wasn't he?"

Lin Mo chuckled and shrugged, not continuing the topic.

"Alright, I won't say anything more."

He turned to look at Zhang Chulan, Wang Zhenqiu, and the others, and gave them the order to leave.

"You've come all this way, you must have something important to discuss with Village Chief Ma, so I won't bother you any longer."

Lin Mo turned his head and waved to Lu Linglong beside him.

"Let's go, Linglong. We've seen enough excitement. Let's wander around the village and have some fun."

Lu Linglong nodded repeatedly, following Lin Mo like a well-behaved little tail.

Although the company's top management has repeatedly emphasized that other forces should not interfere with the actions of temporary workers.

But who is Lu Linglong? Standing beside her is a powerful bodyguard at the Ascension Realm.

As long as Lin Mo is around, she is the safest person in the world.

Anyway, she wouldn't deliberately cause trouble; she couldn't bear to miss such a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

"Let's go find Chen Duo to play."

Lu Linglong suggested.

"Okay, let's go."

Lin Mo responded, and the two of them left along the village road in full view of everyone, relaxed and carefree.

Watching their departing figures, Wang Zhenqiu clicked his tongue in amazement.

"This is the legendary number one among the younger generation."

He stroked his chin, his eyes full of interest.

"He seems very amiable, and his style of doing things is quite dashing."

Wang Zhenqiu turned around, patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, and teased him.

"You managed to beat this monster and win the Luo Tian Grand Tournament, it has to be you, Zhang Chulan."

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

He knew better than anyone how worthless his championship was; it was something the old master had won with the Eight Great Divine Incantations and Xu Xiang had bought with real money.

"Ball, stop teasing me."

Zhang Chulan suppressed the helplessness on his face, and his expression gradually became serious.

He turned around and looked directly at Ma Xianhong, who had remained silent.

"Village Chief Ma, let's put Brother Lin's matter aside for now."

Zhang Chulan pointed to the depths of the village, his tone carrying a hint of official business.

"I have something very important to discuss with you privately."

Looking at the deep-thinking young man before him, Ma Xianhong knew that the real trouble was just beginning.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, let's find a room and talk privately."

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