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Volume 4, Chapter 13: The Dance of Dark Crows

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    Late at night, the moon was setting and the crow was crowing, and a few stars were like ghost eyes, peering coldly at the entire mountain and sea world.  A green oilcloth carriage parked quietly on the side of the road, its curtains drooped, and the two pure black horses pulling the carriage seemed to have melted into the darkness. The man in black, standing like a benchmark, stood coldly.  In the darkness, motionless.  A subtle sound broke through the air, and a black image was the spirit of darkness, appearing silently in front of the carriage.  "Is everything done?" A voice sounded slowly in the carriage, with a tone of laziness and sweetness that broke the silence of the night.  "Yes!" The black shadow knelt down in front of the carriage, replying as coldly as a machine.  "Very good!" The voice in the carriage sounded again. After a pause, someone asked in a low voice, "Have you found Yang Chen's whereabouts?" "Yes, Yang Chen followed Mo Qing back to the city of Qingyao!" said the black shadow.  .  The carriage fell into a brief silence. For a moment, a crisp laughter came from inside, and the sound was sweet: "Haha It's really interesting, how did he do it, with hundreds of lives and decades of grievances, he actually said he would let go  Just let it go? I admire that child more and more." "Miss?" The shadow looked up in confusion and looked at the carriage.  "He went to the city of Qingyao. I'm afraid there will be unimaginable turmoil now, and our nails can only be abandoned." The man in the carriage said.  The shadow kneeling on the ground was involuntarily startled, and abandoned those nails in Qingyao City. Not to mention the hardships of decades of painstaking efforts, those were all living human lives.  The person in the carriage sighed lazily and said calmly: "What's the use of not giving up? It will only cost more lives. If there is chaos, now the whole game is lost." At this point, she paused  After a pause, he said.  "You go ahead!" The shadow didn't dare to disobey, and he hurriedly agreed. In a flash, the person had disappeared.  "Miss, it would have been better if I had killed him!" He watched the black shadow leave.  The shadow that was originally standing in the black night slowly walked out, sat in the driver's seat of the carriage, and said with a solemn face.  The people in the carriage did not speak.  After a long while, he said: "If we can't attack Qiangshan Mountain, we have no chance. Are you confident that you can kill people under Mo Qing's hands? Or do you do it under Yang Chen's nose?" The coachman was speechless, yes - who can kill people at nine?  Killing people invisibly in front of top-grade martial arts cultivators?  And after that, it doesn't matter whether you kill him or not.  But, that person who I originally thought was unimportant.  Now it has messed up the whole situation.  "I still can't figure it out. How could he use that method to force me to show up at Shuiyue Slope?" the person in the carriage said again.  This time, the coachman didn¡¯t speak. Since she didn¡¯t know, how could he know.  "The Mo family - it's really a hard nut to crack!" The lazy voice in the carriage sounded again, "Let's go back" The coachman asked in shock: "Is this the end of it?" "This matter is over.  It doesn't matter if it comes to an end." The person in the carriage sneered, "As long as Yang Muyu is in power in Qingyao City, we will never be able to intervene. Do you want to use the lives of innocent people to pave the way?  Why did he think that he would save Hua Laozi in Shuiyuepo, but he just watched us kill people? I just don't understand why a fifteen-year-old boy has such a cold heart. We have underestimated him once?  Opponent. You must not make the same mistake again now." Forget it.  How could we just let it go?  Someone in the carriage laughed softly - the coachman sighed, it was the ground.  The fifteen-year-old boy was so cold and calm that almost everyone expected, but how could the woman in front of him be the same?  The carriage disappeared quietly into the darkness. I guess the horse's hooves had been wrapped in cotton to avoid making any noise.  The city of Qingyao.  In the side hall of Qingyao Hall, the sun was already setting in the west. Yang Muyu rubbed his aching temples. In the past two days, he had finally put the management of Qingyao City on track again. It must be said that the ancient and simple place was worth it.  After being washed with blood, it seemed that everyone's work speed had improved to a higher level, and his unknown anger had also become less intense.  He holds the power of life, death and seizure in Qingyao City. His ruthless reputation in the past two days has caused all the underground people in Qingyao City to tremble involuntarily. Even Emperor Jin, who came to mourn today, was also affected by his reputation.  Shock.  In just two days, he had killed eleven people in Qingyao City.  Yang Muyu looked at the many men in charge of Qingyao City standing in front of him and said coldly: "Do you think I kill innocent people indiscriminately?" No one dared to speak, and they were all killed. How could there be any indiscriminate killing?  So?  "Take my sunshineI will never tolerate him using the money of the city, using the salary of my Mo family, and doing things outside the country.  "Yang Muyu held the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand, and there was a faint evil aura on his originally handsome face. When his hands were stained with the blood of the same kind, he was destined to no longer be mediocre in this life. He knew that his surname was Mo, and he had the Mo family and life in his bones.  "My requirements are not high -" Yang Muyu glanced at everyone, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I only want you to do your job well, and I don't want you to do anything extra.  , and I don¡¯t want to see anyone take more care of it.  Of course, whoever wants to take care of it, I don¡¯t care if I kill a few more people" Everyone was busy lowering their heads, and some of the brave ones only dared to sneak a glance at that handsome face with the corner of their eyes. "Fortunately, at this time,  The bell in Qingyao's main hall rang, and it was dusk again. Yang Muyu waved for everyone to leave, but he was stunned for a while, and then walked towards the main hall. The incense, candles and paper were all ready.  Dressed in white, they stood silently in front of the mourning hall. When they saw him coming, they knelt down in front of the mourning hall. The paper was burned in the flames, and the dark red ashes were like floating butterflies, trying to fly.  But it fell again, unable to escape the fate of decline. After the redness, only ashes remained. Yang Muyu's eyes fell on those ashes, and he sighed in his heart: "This is so similar to life. No matter how glorious it was, it will inevitably turn into dust and dirt.  , just like the old man of the Mo family who is now lying in the luxuriously decorated golden nanmu coffin - the man who once stood on the Qingyao Hall and called for wind and rain, but now only a cold corpse is left Asking about the path to immortality  Asking the Immortal Picture He Piaomiao?  Where can I ask about the path to immortality and realize the path to immortality?  " The paper was burned out and the remaining ashes were gone. The lingering sound of the bell gradually faded away. Mo Qing stood up, Yang Muyu followed him. Behind him, Yang Chen's voice came quietly: "I'm leaving tonight.  !  "Yang Muyu turned around. Yang Chen, who was also dressed in white, lost a bit of indifference, but somehow became a bit colder and as elegant as a fairy." With his eyes half-squinted, Yang Muyu suddenly felt something strange.  This feeling of coldness and elegance, has anyone seen it before? Temperament is the last thing that can deceive people. Mo Qing¡¯s nobility and elegance can¡¯t be erased even if they sink.  You go to the Arctic Palace!  "Yang Muyu said, there was no one else nearby, and he didn't worry about someone eavesdropping in Qingyao Hall. Yang Chen's expression changed. How could he know that he was going to the Arctic Palace? "When did I say that I was going to the Arctic Palace?  " "If you only go to Yaochi, you won't say goodbye to us carefully.  "Yang Muyu spoke. He knew Yang Chen better than he knew himself. Although Yaochi is thousands of miles away from the city of Qingyao, it is only separated by the Qingyun Empire. At Yang Chen's speed, he can go back and forth in a short time. There is really no need to do this.  Mo Qing sighed, couldn't he pretend to be stupid? "I asked Chen to work harder and go to the North Pole Palace.  "Mo Qing said calmly, "Now that Tian Yimen wants to cause trouble, I naturally have to contact the five major families at the beginning and make preparations in advance, just in case." Yang Muyu looked at Mo Qing, someone who is not good at lying actually lied in front of him?  "Really?" Yang Muyu said with a smile, "It's okay with the Arctic Palace, but it's just that extremely cold place. Forget it - the road to immortality is elusive, so it's better not to ask. Although the Buddhist trees are good, good fruits are hard to find." Yang Chen smiled.  Smiling, she slowly walked up to him, hugged him hard, and then said: "When I was a child, you always complained that I didn't hug you, but don't complain now." Yang Muyu raised his head resentfully: "Just like this is too little.  It will take you a lifetime to repay what you owe me, so I won¡¯t allow you to die.¡± Although it seems very unlucky to say this, especially in the mourning hall.  "I won't die." Yang Chen laughed and said, "There is no one in the world of mountains and seas who can kill me, Yang Chen." Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared in the laughter.  Yang Muyu stared blankly at the entire Qingyao Hall where the palace lanterns had been lit. The huge space was so deserted that it made people feel palpitating. He suddenly strode out.  Outside the main hall, the western sky left a trace of the setting sun's remaining red, like burnt soot, desolate and indifferent. Where the wind blew, even in midsummer, he felt chilled all over. At the end of the setting sun, there were dark crows dancing  ¡­ Yang Chen is gone, and his return date is far away!  "Yu, he will be back." Mo Qing put a hand on his shoulder.  "What did you say that night?" Yang Muyu suddenly asked.  "It's nothing, it's just a chat between us." Mo Qing smiled.  "My father is not as good at lying as my father, so it is difficult for you to lie to me" Yang Muyu sighed, although he knew clearly that??, Mo Qing did it for his own good, but there was indescribable sadness in his heart.  After thinking for a while, he shook his head vigorously, changed the subject and asked, "So, how is the investigation going?" Mo Qing shook his head: "No progress!" Mr. Mo was killed after being poisoned, and Yang Muyu quickly set his sights on it.  The few people that Mr. Mo had been waiting on had found nothing in the past two days.  As long as the old man's poison is not found out, the city of Qingyao will be in danger. Those people can use this method to deal with Old Man Mo, and naturally they can also deal with Mo Qing and Yang Chen
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