Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five

“Zhou Fengliu is currently a guest in my Biyou Village... If you come over, he won't be lonely.”

"What did you do to him? Why is he with you?" Wang was also very puzzled.

"Oh dear, Master Wang, it's hard to explain over the phone. Why don't you come over... we can talk about it slowly."

Ma Xianhong hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Wang Ye was left with a puzzled look on his face as he listened to the dial tone of the phone being hung up.

"Here's the address... Think it over, goodbye."

Jin Yong took the phone back, then wrote down the address of Biyou Village for Wang Ye before turning to leave.

Watching Jin Yong leave, Wang hesitated for two seconds before dialing Zhou Fengliu's number, but Zhou Fengliu did not answer.

Shouldn't I be sleeping at this hour?

Wang also found it even stranger.

He wasn't worried about Zhou Fengliu being kidnapped or anything like that. After all, with Zhou Fengliu's strength, even if the other party wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't be able to stir up any big waves.

Biyou Village...

Wang Ye looked at the address on the table and pondered for a moment.

He wasn't one to join in the fun, but for Lao Zhou's sake, he decided to go to Biyou Village to check on things.

...

Meanwhile, Zhuge Qing, who had accepted Ma Xianhong's invitation, was also on his way to Biyou Village.

Unlike Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing didn't go to Biyou Village for Zhou Fengliu. He went because Ma Xianhong's beautiful doll aroused his curiosity, and he wanted to meet Ma Xianhong.

Thus, Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye both rushed to Biyou Village overnight.

now.

Inside Biyou Village.

After speaking with Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye on the phone, Ma Xianhong yawned.

He had just finished yawning when he suddenly noticed something. He raised an eyebrow slightly and put a single magical artifact, similar to a sniper scope, over his right eye.

As far as the eye could see, after putting on this magical artifact, his right eye displayed a series of hexagonal, honeycomb-like images. This was the flying insect system he had created to monitor Biyou Village and its surroundings.

This system relies on a series of electronic mechanical flying insects to transmit the situation in various parts of Biyou Village to his magical artifact in real time.

The electromechanical flying insect that caused the problem was the one used to monitor Zhou Fengliu.

"Why did Zhou Fengliu get into a fight with Zhao Guizhen this week?" Ma Xianhong frowned, feeling puzzled. Then he pushed off with his feet and decided to go and see what was going on with Zhou Fengliu.

Not long after.

He rushed to where Zhou Fengliu was, but Zhao Guizhen had already disappeared. In the darkness of night, all that could be seen was a pool of blood.

"Brother Zhou...why are you here so late instead of sleeping?" Ma Xianhong asked Zhou Fengliu.

"Old Ma."

Zhou Fengliu also noticed Ma Xianhong, and saw him turn around and shrug: "As you can see, I just finished with someone... I'm going to take a shower."

"?"

"What did you do to Zhao Guizhen?" Ma Xianhong asked, seeing that Zhou Fengliu had stopped pretending.

"Nothing much... I just asked him to be quiet, he was too noisy."

Hearing Zhou Fengliu's tone as if he had killed Zhao Guizhen, Ma Xianhong was clearly somewhat angry.

Zhao Guizhen was his superior talent and his companion!

Even if Zhou Fengliu is the successor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, we cannot allow him to harm his companions so easily.

"Zhou Fengliu...I need a reason."

"Reason?" Seeing that Ma Xianhong looked like he was about to have a relapse, Zhou Fengliu sighed and shook his head as he looked at Ma Xianhong.

"Old Ma, you'd better be more careful. Don't treat just anyone as a partner..."

Chapter 137 Old Ma is a good guy; he really gives you what you want! (Second Update)

"What do you mean?" Ma Xianhong was puzzled when he heard Zhou Fengliu say that.

"You don't know how Zhao Guizhen was expelled from the Maoshan Sect, do you?" Zhou Fengliu asked.

"Weren't we supposed to be going down the mountain for training?"

"Fine... you believe everything people say? Aren't you just being foolish?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ma Xianhong frowned. He always felt that Zhou Fengliu was subtly insulting him for not being smart.

“You’ve been fooled. Zhao Guizhen really escaped from the Maoshan Sect… He killed seven young boys to practice Maoshan evil magic, but was discovered, so he injured his fellow disciples and fled,” Zhou Fengliu said with a yawn.

How do I know if you're lying to me?

"See for yourself."

Zhou Fengliu showed Ma Xianhong the video he had just taken of Zhao Guizhen confessing his crimes.

In the video, Zhao Guizhen cried and confessed to all his crimes, asking Zhou Fengliu to hand him over to the company for conviction. Later, he changed his story and asked Zhou Fengliu to hand him over to Maoshan if he wanted...

After watching the video, Ma Xianhong was somewhat dazed.

"I helped you get rid of the scum, and you turned on me with swords drawn. Old Ma, this really chills my heart."

Zhou Fengliu shook his head and said.

"You... since you knew he was this kind of person, why didn't you just tell me?" Ma Xianhong still felt something was amiss.

"Isn't it just waiting for you to find out yourself? This is, after all, a matter within your own village. I'm just a tourist. As for what happened today, if he hadn't broken into my house to steal things in the middle of the night, I wouldn't have stayed up all night to clean up this scum for you."

"Old Ma, open your eyes wide... really, don't believe everyone."

Zhou Fengliu patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder and then prepared to go back to sleep.

"Wait a minute..."

"how?"

"Thank you, Brother Zhou..."

Ma Xianhong, whose potential had been taken away by Zhou Fengliu, now had to thank Zhou Fengliu.

"No need for thanks. If you really want to thank me, I see you have quite a few magical artifacts, and every villager has one... especially that small one that can hold things, it seems very convenient."

Zhou Fengliu has already made his intentions quite clear.

Even if Ma Xianhong wasn't very bright, he could still understand Zhou Fengliu's meaning and what kind of magical artifact Zhou Fengliu wanted.

He rummaged through his clothes and then tossed the Devouring Pouch to Zhou Fengliu.

"Here you go. You can use it once you infuse it with Qi. While the Devouring Pouch can hold things of a slightly larger size, it cannot hold anything with consciousness..."

"Okay, got it, thanks, Lao Ma."

Zhou Fengliu took the sac that Ma Xianhong threw over and played with it for a while, finding that it was indeed very convenient.

He greeted Ma Xianhong and then walked towards his hut with the food bag in his hand.

Watching Zhou Fengliu's departing figure, Ma Xianhong glanced around at his surroundings and then thought of what Zhou Fengliu had just shown him. He tapped his head with a complicated expression.

He knew there was something wrong with his mind; he couldn't recall some memories, and his judgment was sometimes impaired...

never mind...

Ma Xianhong shook his head.

As for whether Zhao Guizhen was dead or alive, he didn't care much anymore. Judging from Zhou Fengliu's tone just now, he probably didn't stand a chance.

...

Is Zhao Guizhen dead?

Zhou Fengliu said that he couldn't just let this guy die like that. His colleague from East China hadn't arrived yet, so he used air currents to lift Zhao Guizhen and hang him on a cliff.

If Zhao Guizhen is lucky and doesn't do anything reckless, he should be able to hold on for a few more days. But if he's unlucky, some eagles or birds might fly over and peck at his flesh, and it's hard to say how many days he can last.

...

Old Ma is really something...

He really does give things.

Zhou Fengliu returned to his hut and looked at the Devouring Pouch, which was about the size of a ping-pong ball, in his hand. He was quite fond of it. With the infusion of Qi, he first put his backpack into the Devouring Pouch. After seeing that it was indeed put in, he nodded in satisfaction.

From now on, just take a phage when you go out, and that will be enough.

Tonight's work wasn't in vain.

Zhou Fengliu put the food-eating pouch away and glanced at his "far ahead" phone, noticing that Wang Ye seemed to have called him twice earlier.

It's so late...

Will something happen?

Zhou Fengliu called back, but at that moment, Master Wang was on a plane with his phone in airplane mode, so there was no signal at all.

Seeing that Wang didn't answer, he stopped calling. He glanced at the dilapidated house and decided that it was no longer safe to sleep in. So he took his things and went out to find another room to sleep in.

This back-and-forth has greatly delayed his bedtime.

...

The next day.

Three poles in the sun.

The villagers of Biyou Village resumed their usual lives.

"Did you hear anything last night?" a villager on his way to work in the fields asked his companion, who was also on his way to work in the fields.

"I heard... a very painful sound, it sounds like Master Guizhen..."

"Master Guizhen? Are you sure?"

"Why does it sound like a wild animal in heat to me?"