I write novels in Liyue

This reminded her of a while ago, when a spy from Zhidong earned extra money by writing a spy novel, and was later investigated and confirmed to be a spy from Zhidong.

I wonder where that spy from Zhidong is being tortured now, whether his face has been beaten into a pig's head, or whether the word "spy" has been burned onto his face with torture instruments.

Just thinking about it hurts.

Come to think of it, something similar happened in my past life.

It seems being a spy isn't easy.

I need to write novels part-time to earn extra money.

Besides spies, it seems there are also tomb raiders who write tomb raiding novels.

It is said that there is an organization called the Treasure Thieves in Liyue.

I wonder if any of them are short of Mora and write tomb raiding novels to earn extra money.

Just as she was thinking this, the hall door opened.

Fang Qiu got up, picked up the sleeping Tingyu, and walked to the hall.

Seeing that Shen He had closed his umbrella, he walked in through the main gate.

"Welcome back. Shall we take a shower first or have dinner first? I got some takeout from Wanmintang today, it'll just need to be heated up."

Fang Qiu said with a smile.

While Fang Qiu wasn't paying attention, Tingyu in his arms jumped down to the ground and ran to the back hall in a flash.

"Let's eat."

Shen He said.

"Huh? Wait, Shen He, what happened to your hand? Why is it bloody?"

Fang Qiu was about to heat up Shen He's food when she suddenly noticed blood on Shen He's hand. She quickly went over and took Shen He's wrist to check it.

However, after checking, she found no wounds on Shen He's hands at all.

"On the way back, I saw two petty thieves from a treasure-hunting gang extorting money from someone, so I beat them up."

Shen He said calmly.

"So, this is their blood?"

Fang Qiu was somewhat puzzled.

"Ah."

Shen He nodded.

"Are those two members of the treasure-hunting group alright?"

Fang Qiu swallowed hard and asked.

"Don't worry, you won't die, you'll just suffer a bit."

Shen He said calmly.

"Next time something like this happens, it's better to call it Qianyan Army."

Fang Qiu said.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine dealing with two petty thieves."

Shen He said calmly.

"Uh...that's fine then. Go wash your hands, I'll heat up some food for you."

Fang Qiu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bring herself to say that she was worried the other person would be beaten to death.

Moreover... it seems that Shinhaku joined a unit similar to the Chiiwa Army...

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P.S.: I thought I was changing my sleep schedule yesterday, but I ended up sleeping until late at night...

There will be another update today.

By the way, here's the group number. Those interested can add it: 367730610

Chapter 289 This child has indeed shown some remorse (6,000 words, three chapters combined)

The wind and snow were howling in Liyue Harbor, and the snow was falling heavier and heavier.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and the vendors packed up early.

Only from the lit indoor teahouses along the roadside could one hear the storyteller's powerful voice.

"Jing Tian's sword strike was as powerful as a mountain and as vast as the sea. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and the sun and moon trembled. To find out what happens next, please listen to the next chapter!"

Then a commotion ensued.

"Old Zhang, you've been talking about the battle between Jing Tian and Chong Lou for three days now. When will it ever end?"

"Yeah, you stopped right at the most exciting part again, that's a bit much."

"What's the difference between you and those book-breaking dogs? I once read a book where everyone thought the protagonist was dead, and all the villains who were usually suppressed went to bully the protagonist's family. Just as the villains were about to kill the protagonist's family, the protagonist pinned a sword in front of them, said 'You're all courting death,' and that was it..."

"Ahem, everyone, please calm down. This adaptation isn't just random rewriting. Fang Qiu's books have a self-contained system. Although I've been paid for the adaptation, I can't break the original framework. Plus, the story of 'The Legend of Sword and Fairy' is so captivating that adapting it is extremely difficult. My abilities are limited too. Next time, I promise you'll all have a great time, okay?"

"I'll trust you one more time. If we still can't finish this fight next time, I'm going to Sanwanbuguogang to listen to the stories. I heard they've been talking about Chonglou's war in the demon world lately."

"That's it."

The teahouse was bustling with activity.

On the deserted streets.

Two members of the treasure-hunting gang, one fat and one thin, with bruises and blood all over their faces, were supporting each other as they walked unsteadily in the cold winter night wind.

After walking a short distance, drops of scarlet blood would appear on the snow.

It was particularly eye-catching.

"Big brother...your nose is bleeding again..."

"That's what the fat man said."

"Ouch...that hurts...that woman hit me way too hard...I just borrowed some pocket money...I broke the law, can't the law punish me...?"

The skinny man grimaced in pain.

"B-Big Brother...how about...next time we don't...rob...but instead sell books...when we're queuing to buy books for those two, we can buy a few more books to resell...how...how about that?"

The fat man kept wiping the blood from his nose, tears streaming down his face, and said...

"I'll remember this grudge!"

The skinny man cursed, "Don't let me find out where she lives!"

"Big...Big Brother, please stop! That woman is too strong. She's not someone we can handle at all."

The fat man was shocked and quickly said...

"Of course I know. That woman is as strong as a monster. I'm not stupid."

The skinny man wiped away the tears that flowed from the pain and said bitterly, "Once I find out where she lives, I'll block her door lock with things every day so she can't open it."

"What if we're mistaken for locksmiths and captured by the Thousand Rock Army?"

the fat man asked.

"What are you afraid of?"

The skinny man cursed.

The two men walked toward Bubulu while cursing each other.

Just as they were getting into their tirade, three people walked towards them from the opposite side of the street.

Two women and one man, one tall and two short.

The wind and snow were too heavy, and they had been beaten quite badly, so they couldn't see the faces clearly. They just felt that the three people were looking at them.

The skinny man was instantly enraged.

"What are you looking at? Never seen such a handsome group of treasure hunters before? Get lost, or I'll beat you up."

The skinny man cursed angrily.

Generally speaking, if he said that, ordinary people would have already sped away.

After all, the reputation of the treasure-hunting gang is well-established.

Who wouldn't tremble at the mere mention of his name?

The babies in Liyue were too afraid to cry after hearing about the reputation of their treasure-hunting gang.

To his surprise, the three people did not flee quickly, but instead stood still.

Instead, they walked towards them.

"Huh? You're walking towards us? Fine, you won't leave, but you're actively coming closer to get beaten up? I'm finally in a good mood today and was going to let you off the hook, but you don't appreciate it."

The skinny man spat out a mouthful of blood on the snow, adding a layer of crimson to the white snow.

He pushed away the fat man who was supporting him and stretched his muscles despite the pain.

His gaze was as sharp as a wolf's.

Can't stand it!

He's going to teach these three a lesson today and let them experience the consequences of offending the treasure-stealing gang.

Otherwise, any Tom, Dick, or Harry will dare to mess with the treasure-hunting gang.

I need to vent my anger after being brutally beaten.

Just beat these three people until they look like your pig's head.

The fat man next to him was also about to make a move.

"If I don't get closer, how am I supposed to beat you all up?"