Scattered heads.
Seven or eight headless corpses.
All shrouded in mist, hidden from view.
"Boss, this hotpot is really to my taste. You could open a restaurant in the city,"
Wu Xiaode said happily, complinting as he ate.
There was no response from the kitchen.
The boss was no longer in the kitchen.
It shouldn’t be, after all, the mist had obscured everything just now, the boss couldn’t have seen it.
Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead.
Indeed, the Book of the Dead was open, revealing lines of ice crystal small print:
"The quest can be considered complete, yet it can also be deed incomplete."
"Submitting the quest now will yield very limited rewards."
"You may choose to submit, or you may continue to delve deeper into the quest, to see if you can resolve matters more thoroughly."
"The more thorough the resolution, the richer the rewards."
Wu Xiaode pondered for a mont and then decisively said, "Let’s not hurry, I’ll think of so other way."
It had been apparent from the first quest—
The basic rewards were nothing special.
For instance, Zhao Junyu’s ancestor had originally only prepared a reward of Soul Power. Later, seeing how well he completed the task, out of appreciation, the ancestor personally descended to teach him the Iron Wire Fist.
Qian Mingkui was the sa.
The founder of his family had said they planned to bequeath a set of ihua Stilts skills.
Instead, I had managed to awaken Qian Mingkui successfully in one go, drove away the troublemakers, and was planning to move in to live close by, even preparing to help out financially.
It was such actions that satisfied the Stepping Snow Seeking Plum Sect founder’s heart and decided to teach the Saber Skill of "Lone Journey Amidst Wind and Snow."
The one now involved is the legendary immortal who rides a white horse.
If the task is not to their satisfaction, then one can only receive the basic reward.
The quest would be aningless.
Moreover.
The mastermind behind the scenes hasn’t even been found yet.
If things are left as they are—
The village, able to evade disaster once, won’t be able to dodge it a second ti.
To save is to save to the end.
"Let’s not submit it, we’ll continue the investigation," Wu Xiaode confird.
A row of ice crystal small print swiftly appeared in front of him:
"You have decided to push down the quest’s task and continue to probe the related matters."
Wu Xiaode’s thoughts stirred.
Two Demon Hands flew out, searching the headless corpse of the big man.
A mobile phone was found and gently placed on the table in front of Wu Xiaode.
This was the mobile phone of the person responsible for the task.
It should yield so clues, but before that—
Wu Xiaode dialed the guards’ number:
"Brothers, co to clean up, trouble you."
Minutes passed.
Three Royal Guards walked in.
Wu Xiaode waved his hand, and all the silence and mist imdiately dissipated.
Scattered corpses.
The three guards gave Wu Xiaode a wordless glance.
Didn’t you say you were here to catch up?
Is this what you call catching up?
Luckily, they imdiately went to work, beginning to take care of the sprawled corpses.
One guard dragged the bodies out, placing them into body bags one by one.
The second guard took out a special spray; wherever it was applied, all traces of blood vanished, leaving even a hint of lemon fragrance, then he swept the floor with a broom.
The third guard opened the doors of the vehicle, starting to load the corpses inside.
One, two, three.
Three minutes.
Clean-up done.
"Now that’s what I call professional," Wu Xiaode praised.
"Of course," the guards smiled in response.
"That’s all for now, please return," said Wu Xiaode.
"Yes, we will be on standby outside the village," the Royal Guards replied.
The car started slowly, leaving White Horse Village.
A few more minutes passed.
The fast-food restaurant’s owner ca back with his wife, muttering:
"They said there was a household appliance giveaway with the prize, needing to be carried out... I thought it was a fridge, but I didn’t see a soul."
He walked into the fast-food restaurant and paused.
Just now, there had been a crowd sitting here. How co only that young man remained?
"Ah, it’s nothing, my companions couldn’t wait to head up the mountain. We ca for outdoor activities," Wu Xiaode said with a smile.
An incident involving murder was deftly avoided.
It seems they were protected by so power.
Is it the immortal who had left his blessings?
Interesting.
Wu Xiaode thought to himself.
"Young brother, do you smoke?" the boss asked.
"Thank you, I don’t," Wu Xiaode replied.
"Thanks for looking after my business. Co back next ti, and eat here again—I’ll give you a discount," the boss said with a sincere laugh.
"Haha, alright."
Wu Xiaode ladled so chicken soup onto his rice and grabbed a bowl full of vegetables, quickly polishing off the bowl’s contents.
Satisfied, he stood up and took out his phone to settle the bill with the boss.
The boss insisted on giving him a discount.
After so reluctance, he paid the bill, and the boss even took a jar of homade fernted tofu, insisting on giving it to Wu Xiaode.
"Our village tofu is known to be the best. Try it, it’s really good!" the boss said.
Wu Xiaode could only accept it.
—He was sowhat moved.
After all, being streetwise, he could tell intentions quite clearly.
This little shop owner had no ulterior motive; he was simply down-to-earth and wanted others to taste his fernted tofu.
Because he thought it was good, he wanted others to try.
Sigh.
No wonder the immortal chose to protect them.
This matter, I must see to the end as well.
Wu Xiaode unlocked his phone, scrolled through his contacts, found that arrogantly cool na, and tapped on it.
Soon, a voice rang out:
"What is it? I’m in a eting."
"I’ve got a lead here," Wu Xiaode sent a voice ssage.
"Go to Jun Yu; that kid has the most free ti every day. I’m very busy here—"
In the background, one could faintly hear a woman’s coquettish complaint, "Your Majesty, stop it~"
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