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

The moment the familiar voice rang out, Zhuang Sheng abruptly raised his head.

The usually calm schoolteacher suddenly went mad, like a ferocious beast trying to protect its cubs.

He shook the prison cart desperately, his veins bulging, trying with all his might to smash it, but in the end, he was powerless.

He shouted at Wanshu with all his might, his voice hoarse.

"Go! Go now! This has nothing to do with you! Don't worry about me!"

The girl stood straight at the end of the street, surrounded by a dense crowd of adults on both sides, but there was no one around her.

She stood there, shouting at the high-ranking official in charge of escorting Zhuang Sheng.

"Sir, you're a good man! He's innocent! Please, please, investigate him carefully again!"

"Let's go!"

The crowd grew increasingly agitated, the noise echoing through the street. All eyes were on the girl, but no one offered a helping hand.

Among the escorting group, the leader was Chu Tiansheng, the commander of the Vermilion Bird Gate's Imperial Guards. He squinted at Wan Shu, who was blocking the middle of the road.

After staring at him for a while, he turned to look at Zhuang Sheng, who was acting like a madman.

At that moment, Chu Tiansheng laughed, a bright laugh, a ferocious laugh.

He had long disliked Zhuangzi.

He was clearly just a prisoner, clearly just a loser in the struggle, so why was Zhuang Sheng so indifferent?

They both provoked that god of death, so why was the entire Chu family wiped out, while Zhuang Sheng was able to escape safely all the way from Qishan Road to Qi'an City?

Chu Tiansheng's mind twisted more and more. He grinned menacingly at Zhuang Sheng and gave orders to the soldiers on both sides.

"This woman blocked the prison van in the street; she must be closely related to the traitor. Guards, execute her!"

"No! She has nothing to do with me!!! She's innocent! Lord Chu, I beg you, please spare her!!!"

Zhuang Sheng's face grew increasingly ferocious. He wore his wrists raw, revealing bare white bones, but he could not break free of the specially made shackles.

He stared intently at Chu Tiansheng, abandoning all human dignity, and pleaded frantically.

Chu Tiansheng didn't even glance at him, but instead revealed a ferocious smile as he looked at Wan Shu, who was trembling in the distance but refused to run away.

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters...

The soldier with the knife got closer and closer to the girl. Wan Shu shrank back in fear, her little hands clutching the wooden puppet her mother had left her tightly.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Once you die, you can go to the underworld to find your parents.

The crowds on both sides of the street stared wide-eyed, their expressions indignant, yet not a single person dared to step forward.

The girl closed her eyes when the soldier was only two steps away from her.

At that very moment, the wind on the street suddenly turned a bit cooler.

High in the sky, a long sword wrapped in five-colored light cleaved through the heavens, tearing apart layers of thick clouds, and sped towards the horizon.

A crimson sword cleaved the clouds in two, falling from the sky and landing in front of the girl.

Some cold voices echoed in the street.

"Who did we think they were? Have the Imperial Guards of the capital stooped so low as to bully little girls?"

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"Here, wipe your tears. If you're scared, just close your eyes."

"Gods! Please, please! Save the gentleman! He is truly innocent. He did not commit treason. He is the best person in the world."

Looking at the girl who kept stumbling and banging, Mu An shook his head helplessly.

He squatted down as if no one else was around and used the handkerchief he had taken from Mu Ling'er to wipe away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes.

After doing all that, he smiled at the girl.

"Heaven is watching what people do. Zhuangzi is not a bad person, but he is not the best person in the world."

After saying that, Mu An took off his coat and draped it over Wan Shu.

He turned his head and looked at the escorting team ahead with some confusion.

For some unknown reason, the soldiers inexplicably threw their weapons to the ground and began to tremble uncontrollably.

That's really strange! He didn't intend to kill anyone.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it.

This has always been Mu An's way of thinking.

Just as he didn't know why he was in Qi'an City, there are always some things in this world that are just too much to think about.

It's not worth getting caught up in this. Things you can't understand now might suddenly become clear at some point in the future.

About three hours ago, Mu An, who was teaching Mu Ling'er to read, received a communication invitation from the palace, and the person he was talking to was none other than the current emperor, Jun Cheng'an.

This was the first direct exchange between Jun Cheng'an and Mu An. They didn't talk much, only briefly mentioning that they wanted to send Zhuang Sheng to Qishan Road to be executed by slow slicing.

Mu An neither thanked nor refused; he simply answered yes or no.

When Jun Cheng'an hinted, both openly and subtly, that Zhuang Sheng would have a hard time leaving Qi'an City alive, Mu An remained silent.

From any perspective, Mu An felt he had no reason to care about Zhuang Sheng's life or death.

This person betrayed him and almost killed Lin Zhimin.

To be more precise, if Zhuangzi hadn't appeared, the old man would have lived for at least another ten years.

He always felt that he really disliked Zhuang Sheng, and that not killing him was the greatest act of kindness he could do.

But after finishing his conversation with Jun Cheng'an, Mu An downed a whole pot of wine in one gulp, gathered his equipment, and rode the Flowing Clouds northward.

Whether it was the sense of justice from his childhood in his previous life at play, or some other reason, Mu An himself was not sure.

But then a sentence came to mind.

Those who hold salaries for everyone must not freeze them to death in the wind and snow.

Zhuang Sheng may die, but he should not die in this way, much less in front of the people of Qi'an City.

He may not like Zhuang Sheng as a person, but he cannot deny that Zhuang Sheng was a good person in the literal sense, an idealist who was willing to put his beliefs into practice.

On the way, Mu An thought a lot, but he couldn't come to a clear conclusion. Finally, he had a flash of inspiration and came to the most reliable viewpoint.

Mu An is truly an extraordinary philanthropist!

Yes, that's it! This great philanthropist Mu has done immeasurable good deeds!

Therefore, Mu An now stands on the streets of Qi'an City, with five miniature scrolls hidden in his left hand, a crimson cloud in his right hand, and the treasure given to him by the Old Celestial Master hanging at his waist.

He stood there, looking in the direction of the prison van.

Unfortunately, a fat man wearing crimson armor blocked his view.

"Who are you? Why are you staring at me like that? Get out of the way, your emperor sent me to take someone away."

"This is Qi'an City! Right under the Emperor's nose! Not some remote little town like Qingjiang! You damned killing god, you damned demon! I, Chu Tiansheng, am not afraid of you!"

For a fleeting moment, Chu Tiansheng felt that he must still be asleep, otherwise there was really no reason to explain the current situation.

The god of death he thought about day and night, the one he talked about several times a day, now seemed to be right in front of him.

More importantly, just now, in a moment of emotional outburst, he seemed to have said something he shouldn't have.

Visibly, Mu An's expression changed from his previous amiable demeanor. He narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction where Chu Tiansheng was.

"Qian City? Right under the emperor's nose?"

"So what?"

"Who do you think you are? I once wielded a sword and hacked through half the palace, and no one dared to utter a single word against me!"

With each word Mu An spoke, the air grew colder, and by the end, scattered ice crystals had formed around him.

"A god of death? A demon?"

"I knew you looked like you wanted to kill someone! Good heavens, you're a remnant of the Chu family!"

As Mu An spoke, she grasped the Flowing Cloud in her hand.

"Sigh, I was hoping to avoid having to chop someone up, but these days, there's always a bunch of bastards rushing in looking for a beating!"