Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

The tomb of adoptive father Mu Ping.

On Qingming Festival, the rain falls in torrents.

A grave, a cup of wine, a roast chicken, and a handful of gold ingots.

The rain on the cemetery is always particularly bleak, carrying a biting chill.

"Old man, the imperial court has no credibility these days. The paper money issued a few years ago is hardly used anymore. I wonder if the ghost money in the underworld is the same."

"I might as well exchange it for gold ingots. Gold is a good thing; it holds its value, so you can live a more comfortable life underground."

The wine was untouched, the chicken uneaten, only three sticks of incense burning slowly, swaying precariously in the drizzling rain.

Broken incense is an ominous sign.

Looking at the incense that seemed ready to burn out at any moment, and then at the rain that seemed to be getting heavier, the person sitting in front of the grave was clearly in a bad mood.

He bent down and stepped forward, placing the oil-paper umbrella over the incense burner to block the falling wind and rain.

After doing all this, Mu An sat back down and threw the pieces of yellow paper, along with the gold ingots, into the fire.

The folded gold ingots are easy to extinguish, and since it's raining right now, if they burn too quickly, they'll extinguish even more easily, which is also considered unlucky.

Just then, a piercing sound came from afar, echoing across the mountaintop amidst the wind and rain.

"You scoundrel! Stop right there!"

"Quickly, give chase! The magistrate has ordered that this wanted murderer must be caught!"

"Get moving, everyone! If you don't catch them and bring them back, your monthly pay will be deducted!"

The sound gradually became clearer, and the running figures drew closer.

A figure raced along the mountain path, splashing up puddles of mud and staining the tombstones along the way.

Mu An, who was burning paper money in front of the fire, frowned. His previously calm mood took a sharp turn for the worse.

What's the point of making a scene at a grave?

Can't these wanted criminals be a little more sensible?

Today is an unlucky day; go home early after you finish your prayers.

After a few seconds of reflection, the wine was poured on the grave.

In the firelight, a stone, accompanied by a whistling sound, hurtled straight toward the wanted criminal who was getting closer and closer to the grave.

"Bang!"

The stone fell, and the person collapsed.

Blood flowed, mingling with the mud, vivid and alluring, adding a touch of magnificence to this desolate mountain.

The pursuers stopped simultaneously, panting heavily, their eyes wide, mouths agape, frozen in place.

A group of people just stared blankly at the prisoner lying on the ground.

A fist-sized rock pierced through the prisoner's chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

It was clearly dead beyond dead.

Good heavens, someone actually dared to steal the job of the constables!

The dozen or so men immediately turned their gaze toward the direction of the fire, assuming that some madman had committed a crime and dared to kill someone in front of them, the constables.

These江湖人 (jianghu people) are getting more and more arrogant, daring to disregard the law like this!

A bunch of bastards! All they do is cause trouble!

This will be noted down and reported to the county magistrate, who will then request the patrol officers to arrest this madman!

As for why he didn't go himself?

A stone can kill a person, piercing their chest. How could these lowly constables possibly afford to mess with someone like that?

The police force is already short-staffed, and they only get a small monthly salary. Only a fool would risk their life for it.

But even if you lose, you can't lose face. As a member of the imperial court, once you put on this uniform, you can't lose in terms of morale.

The two foremen were about to shout angrily, but when they saw the figure in front of the fire, they immediately stood up straight, wishing they could sew their mouths shut.

Report it to higher authorities my ass!

Lord Mu of the Patrol Inspection Division, the patrol inspector of the Anshan Patrol Inspection Division.

He was in charge of the security of the towns and villages surrounding the county seat, and was a powerful figure in the county with nearly two hundred soldiers under his command.

Ultimately, the case will most likely end up on his desk anyway.

Even the county magistrate had to give him some face, and he was always very polite to him when they met.

The two foremen exchanged a glance, and in that instant their eyes met, they had already made their decision.

A murderer who randomly beats and kills criminals?

Where are they? Why didn't they see them?

It was clearly Lord Mu who was kind-hearted and helped them deal with the prisoners who were resisting to the death!

In a few words, two constables stepped forward, lifted the body off the ground, and then, with great self-awareness, went down the burial hill with their colleagues.

Only the two constables remained, standing three or four meters away from Mu An, and bowed with their hands clasped.

"The fugitive was vicious, roaming freely and resisting fiercely. If it weren't for Lord Mu's intervention, who killed the fugitive, we would have suffered heavy losses!"

"On behalf of my colleagues in the yamen, I thank Lord Mu."

"Lord Mu is highly capable and has made great contributions. It is truly a blessing for the people of Qing'an County to have Lord Mu in charge!"

Before the grave, Mu An slowly rose, his gaze sweeping over the two constables standing to the side. Without any formalities, he simply nodded slightly and threw the last of the yellow paper into the fire.

The two constables didn't dare to urge him, and stood respectfully to the side, quietly waiting for Mu An to finish his work.

Only after the flames had burned out did Mu An rub his hands together and slowly walk to the two of them.

"Chief Constable Chen and Chief Constable Wang from the county government? Who was that villain who just fought so desperately, trying to challenge the imperial authority?"

Mu An's voice was calm and peaceful, without the slightest ripple.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just broken the law and killed the fugitive without authorization.

The words themselves have already defined the matter.

The two constables were not surprised and stood aside respectfully to answer.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, this man is a bandit who fled from Yueshan County. He killed a family of five in Yueshan County. He was discovered in our county at Chenshi (7-9 AM) today, and Lord Cao has ordered us to arrest him."

As soon as Constable Chen finished speaking, Constable Wang sensibly added to his points.

"The thief was vicious, and the brothers in the constables tried their best but failed to capture him. They were planning to report to the magistrate, but unexpectedly, they ran into the magistrate today."

Mu An nodded in satisfaction at the smooth words. Compared to stubborn and headstrong young men, he often preferred to associate with these seasoned veterans.

It makes getting things done convenient and saves unnecessary trouble.

Remembering that the two hadn't disturbed her peace and quiet, but had been waiting quietly to the side, Mu An casually gave them a few words of advice.

"Be careful these days. The notorious bandit, Blood Blade Zhang Jiu, has wandered into a nearby county. Be careful and don't cause any trouble."

After a pause, under the slightly uneasy gazes of the two constables, Mu An added a sentence.

"The arrest warrant should be issued in the next two days. If you encounter that ruthless bandit, do not be reckless. Report directly to the Anshan Patrol Office."

Mu An did not elaborate on the details, but the county government also received the relevant orders.

However, the magistrate surnamed Cao was new to the county and wanted to control his subordinates. He also had many disagreements with the other two inspectors in the county, which caused the news to be delayed again and again.

But the magistrate was not stupid; he might make things difficult for the county, but he would never really push things to the brink.

Moreover, that bandit is fierce and has killed more than eighty people in total, including more than ten constables. He is a formidable figure in the martial arts world, and saying more about him will only instill fear in people.

Amidst the constant flattery, Mu An waved his hand, stopping the two from their incessant chatter.

Both constables were rough men, barely literate, and only knew a few phrases, which were always off-key, making him feel uncomfortable.

"When you return to the county office, inform Magistrate Cao that the bandit incident is serious and that all personnel should be mobilized. Don't let personal matters cause trouble."

"Yes, I will certainly convey your words to Lord Cao."

Perhaps because Mu An was there, the road down the mountain was much quieter, and the atmosphere only returned to normal after the people on both sides left in different directions.

"Chen, just how high is Lord Mu's martial arts skill? My goodness! That stone was gone in a flash, and the person was dead."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Lord Mu is a prodigy from a young age. At fifteen, he had already defeated all the martial arts schools in the surrounding area, earning the title of the number one martial artist in Qing'an County. Now, after years of honing his skills, he is far beyond the reach of ordinary people."