Righteousness and pure love, yet you ask me to spread demons throughout the world?

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Fu Hai first went up the mountain to tell his two junior sisters, Lingyue and Yuelan, about the matter.

When Xia Yuelan heard that the Fei Hong Gang wanted to seize their Xiaodiancang Mountain, she immediately became furious: "A bunch of bastards, do they have no regard for the law?" Song Lingyue said softly: "Although there is a law."

"But when these gangs really want to operate covertly, many times, even if the government knows they're behind it, they can't do anything without evidence. These days, making some people disappear is just too easy!"

Fu Hai said, "Although the Flying Flood Gang has a large number of members and is powerful, they would never dare to openly set fires and kill people."

"But if they resort to underhanded tactics, hiring some desperate thugs to set fires and engage in petty theft every now and then, it's impossible to guard against them. The inn is currently our only source of income, I reckon."

Xia Yuelan exclaimed in surprise, "I'm worried about Sister Qiu Ying staying alone at the inn."

“Starting tonight, I’ll stay at the inn too. Anyone who dares to set fire to the place will be punished severely.”

Song Lingyue said softly, "Our inn is mostly made of stone walls, and even if there is a lot of wood, it is mostly covered with waterproof cowhide, so it can't be burned easily."

"If they really dare to come, it's probably not an ordinary place."

“The Flying Flood Gang is much larger than us, and I estimate they have quite a few martial artists at the ninth realm. Starting tonight, I'll also stay at the inn.” Fu Hai nodded: “Then we'll stay at the inn for the next few days.”

"I wonder if Miss Butterfly has returned from Broken Cloud Mountain. I'll go to the government office in a couple of days to see if she can help us with anything."

Actually, Sister Youying alone is enough for the inn. But he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Since Lingyue and Yuelan were both worried about Qiu Ying guarding the inn alone,

He felt that Sister Youying should also experience the familial love everyone had for her, so the three of them, brothers and sisters, could descend the mountain together.

Although the Flying Flood Gang wouldn't go so far as to set fires tonight after making threats. They should just tell the authorities that they intend to break the law.

However, for safety's sake, it's always better to be cautious. There are already many extra rooms in the inn's backyard, so there's no need to use them as guest rooms.

That night, the moon was not as round as the day before, but it was still bright and the stars were few. The moonlight was like silver, covering the inn.

Qiu Ying then went to the kitchen and stir-fried some side dishes with the remaining ingredients, and warmed some wine. The four of them then gathered in the backyard, bathed in moonlight, drinking and laughing. That night, Fu Hai slept very peacefully.

After all, he knew very well that even if the notoriously ruthless leader of the Flying Flood Gang brought all the powerful members of the gang together, it wouldn't be enough to defeat Sister Qiu Ying alone.

To everyone's surprise, the door rang the next morning.

Immediately afterward, Xia Yuelan rushed in and pushed him hard: "Senior brother, get up! Get up quickly, something has happened."

"Wow, you said we'd all guard the inn together and prevent anyone from setting fires or causing trouble. You're sleeping like a pig. If someone really came to cause trouble, you wouldn't even wake up if they roasted you into a suckling pig."

Fu Hai was pushed by her to sit up, and he felt a little sorry for her.

He really couldn't understand what could possibly happen with Sister Qiu Ying in charge. He turned to look at Xia Yuelan.

He saw that his junior sister was wearing martial arts training clothes and had a short knife tucked into her waistband.

She looked like she hadn't slept much last night; she had dark circles under her eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled. "The Flying Flood Gang has attacked."

"Coming to kill us?" Fu Hai looked outside and saw that the sky was already bright. "Now? Coming to kill us in broad daylight, are you even going to pretend anymore?" This surprised him.

This is just a local gang, and they're completely disregarding the government? "They said we killed their young leader."

"Oh, so you mean we killed their young gang leader...killed their young gang leader?" Fu Hai realized he had just woken up and his head was indeed a little fuzzy.

He quickly got up, rushed outside, and scooped up cool water from the mountains with both hands, splashing it on his face. "Their young leader is dead?" Fu Hai turned around. "We did it? Wow."

I couldn't help but think, Sister Qiu Ying is too decisive. They were asleep, and she went out to kill people in the middle of the night?

“Yes!” Xia Yuelan said, “They came at us, wanting to take us in for questioning. Butterfly arrived just in time and threw them all out.”

"Heroine Murong?" Fu Hai quickly dressed and headed to the lobby. The first thing he saw was Sister Qiu Ying sitting calmly behind the counter.

Then they saw Murong Die dressed in a red outfit, standing heroically and gracefully at the main entrance, with her back to them.

Outside, a group of gang thugs were covered in dust and dirt, while inside, many were writhing on the ground in pain. "Murong Die!"

One of the Flying Flood Gang members, brandishing a knife, said fiercely, "This is none of your business. Even if we take him to the gang for questioning, we... we didn't say for sure that he did it."

Murong Die snorted: "Your young leader got his head chopped off, so you're arresting people everywhere to interrogate him, even bringing this Dragon Claw Inn to the scene? What grudge does that innkeeper have against your Flying Flood Gang? Why would he kill your young leader?"

The martial artist said, "Well, well. Young Master Bian came by last night and had a falling out with the manager here. He was killed in the middle of the night. Although it might not be him, the leader was furious and had to question him."

"Their young leader was really killed?" Fu Hai looked at Qiu Ying.

Although the young gang leader Zheng deserved to die, he came to threaten the Dragon Claw Inn after dark last night, and was killed overnight when he returned.

Sister Qiu Ying, aren't you being a bit too direct? You're not pretending at all!

Is this the modus operandi of the female demon who killed dozens of people in one night in the Western Martial World? Under the watchful eyes of the master.

Qiu Ying tilted her head in confusion. Why are you looking at me like that?

I didn't do anything! She's not stupid.

Either get past two or three checkpoints, and when others aren't paying attention, secretly strike and silently eliminate the young gang leader, completely destroying all traces, or do what she did three years ago.

Why not just wipe out the entire family from top to bottom, so that no one on the other side will seek revenge afterward, and they won't even have a victim to blame? Why go and kill that young gang leader in the middle of the night?

Fu Hai looked up, thought for a moment, and decided it probably wasn't Qiu Ying who did it. He was really waiting for his sister Youying to make a move.

At the very least, they would kill the young gang leader's father as well, so that the whole family would be wiped out.

He walked up to Murong Die and asked, "Miss Die, what exactly happened?"

Murong Die winked at him and laughed, "Their young leader, Zheng Xiu, was beheaded in the middle of the night, and his head was placed on the stone lion in front of the gate of their Fei Hong Gang."

"They don't know who did it either, and now they're arresting people everywhere, trying to find the culprit."

She nudged him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, little shopkeeper, with Sister Die here, no one can do anything to you." Qiu Ying, sitting at the back counter, glanced at her.

Chapter 23 I hadn't even made a move yet, how come his head was already gone?

"So, their young leader is really dead?" Xia Yuelan leaned over. "Wow, good riddance, wonderful departure, absolutely brilliant departure."

Fu Hai exclaimed, "Wait a minute, we haven't even made a move yet, how come his head is already gone?" Xia Yuelan chuckled, "Doesn't that just make us look more skilled in martial arts?"

Fu Hai turned around and looked at Yue Lan and Ling Yue, who were slowly walking out: "Which of you secretly practiced the flying sword technique that can kill people from a thousand miles away? Confess honestly."

Song Lingyue came to his side and said calmly, "If we had that ability, why don't we also replace their gang leader?" The disciples of the Flying Flood Gang saw them chatting and laughing.

He didn't care at all about the death of his young master, and was so angry that he gritted his teeth. But for Shi Dui and the other two...

The Fei Hong Gang was after their Xiaodiancang Mountain, so the feud was already set in stone. Although they ran a business, they didn't need to give them face. Or rather, giving them face wouldn't have made any difference.

As for that young gang leader Zheng, he died a good death, a fitting end; it's no wonder they're happy.

The leader, dressed in black, glared at Murong Die, who was protecting her two fellow disciples behind her: "Miss Die, do you really intend to protect the Dragon Claw Inn and become an enemy of our Flying Flood Gang?"

Murong Die sneered, "So what? You know perfectly well it couldn't have been those three who did it, yet you still came here to arrest them. Are you trying to avenge your young master, or are you just stirring up trouble?"

Suddenly, he drew his sword, and with a flash of light, the black-clad martial artist's hair flew wildly, leaving a bald patch. The martial artist was terrified, his face turning deathly pale.

This Murong Die possesses the strength of the seventh realm and is a renowned heroine of An County, with a deep connection to the Six Doors of this county. "Today, today we'll give Miss Die face!"

His hand gripping the knife trembled. "Next time... next time they won't have it so easy." He turned and ran: "Go!"

The others chased after him in a panic, not daring to linger any longer.

“Let me tell you,” Murong Die sneered behind them, “this Dragon Claw Inn is under my protection from now on. If you dare to cause trouble again, I’ll chop your head off next time.”

After saying that, she gave Fu Hai a seductive look, letting him know that she did all this for him.

"Sister Butterfly, you are amazing!" Xia Yuelan excitedly grabbed Murong Die's arm. "When will we be able to learn your skills?"

Even if the Seven Realms level isn't the strongest in An County, Fu Hai, who is definitely powerful enough to roam freely, saw that Murong's brown horse was still waiting outside.

It's clear that the female warrior rushed over on horseback as soon as she heard that the thugs from the Flying Flood Gang were causing trouble. This warmed his heart.

Sister Qiu Ying calmly passed by the female knight Murong.

He led the brown horse to the stable and helped her get the horse feed.

Xia Yuelan pulled the female warrior to sit down in the main hall: "Sister Die, what exactly happened? Why was their young leader suddenly killed?"

Mu Rongdie said, "Heaven knows, things happened so suddenly, I don't even know where he died. I only know that his head was hanging in front of their hall early this morning."

"That guy was never a good person to begin with. Whether it's someone seeking revenge or a conflict of interest, it's hard to say at the moment."

"However, I didn't expect that the Fei Hong Gang would actually target you, wanting your Xiaodiancang Mountain."

Fu Hai walked over: "What they want is not Xiaodiancang Mountain itself, but the sect quota attached to it." Murong Die looked puzzled: "The government strictly controls these sect quotas, and they are indeed difficult to obtain now."

"But in the end, such a quota is just a title. What use is it to the Flying Flood Gang?" Fu Hai personally took the teapot and boiled water on the small tea stove.

I casually asked, "Miss Butterfly, weren't you going to Broken Cloud Mountain to investigate the ghost incident? I wonder what the result was?"

Murong Die said, "If there is a ghost there, it's probably a female ghost." "A female ghost?" Xia Yuelan tilted her curious face.

"We didn't find any useful clues, but we did find a treehouse deep in the mountains."

Murong Die said, "Judging from some traces, someone lived in that treehouse, most likely a girl."

“Of course, we’re not quite sure why girls live there.” Fu Hai asked, “Girls?”

Murong Die nodded: "Yes, and she should be a girl who uses a sword."

"There were signs of sword practice, indicating that the girl lived there for a while; there was a wardrobe for changing clothes, and a simple flowerbed." This is why we concluded that a girl had lived there. However, the lack of any trace of a stove is somewhat strange.

Song Lingyue whispered from the side, "Shouldn't the places for eating and living be separate? It's impossible for them to live without eating human food." Murong Die nodded, "That's what we thought too."

"That band of bandits must have stumbled upon the place by chance, saw a girl there, and had ill intentions."

"That girl was quite strong; she beheaded the bandit on the spot. But why the others went crazy and shouted that there were ghosts is unknown."

Fu Hai sighed, "It's the same as chopping off heads, just like that young gang leader Zheng. Do people like chopping off heads so much these days?" He inexplicably recalled the figure of the girl in the pink trench coat standing under the tree last night.

“But that’s not important,” Murong Die said. “Something even stranger is happening now, which you may not know about…” Fu Hai interrupted, “Are you referring to the fact that many people in some western counties have turned into mummies?”

"So you've heard about it too?" Murong Die said solemnly. "The latest incident also happened near Duanyun Mountain, killing thirteen people at once. I saw the bodies too; it was as if all the blood had been drained from them. The skin was still attached to the bone, and when I cut open the dry, painful skin, the flesh was deathly pale. "Among the dozen or so people this time, there were several martial artists. Although they hadn't reached the ninth realm and were considered mediocre, they still had some skill."

During this time, you must also be careful. In particular, the dead came all the way from the west, almost as if they were coming for the Lantern Festival of this county. "I wonder if these dead people are the same as the 'ghosts' that the bandits saw?"

"Hey! I'll stay at your inn for the next couple of days, so the Flying Flood Gang won't cause any more trouble."

"Although I know you can't possibly do it, their gang leader just lost his son. Who knows what might happen if he goes crazy?"

As she said this, she secretly winked at Fu Hai. Xia Yuelan didn't see it at all.

Song Lingyue saw everything but remained silent. And so, it was noon.