Chapter 1961

The two finished their meal and walked out of the tavern.

Just then, a flippant voice rang out: "Boss, I spotted two little beauties—I'll be right back!"

In the next instant, a shadow appeared like a phantom, reaching for Zhong Ling.

"Puff!"

But before his hand could descend, a soft sound echoed, and the shadow crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Zhong Ling looked closer and saw the man held a pair of iron claws, his frame slender as a bamboo pole, his face pale and sallow, as if long malnourished.

At this moment, a hole pierced his forehead, oozing red and white fluid—deeply repulsive.

"Sister Mu!"

Zhong Ling turned to Mu Wanhqing, "Who is this? Are they our enemies?"

Zhong Ling's Wu Gong was weak, so she naturally hadn't heard Yun Zhonghe's words to Duan Yanqing.

Mu Wanhqing had heard them clearly.

Moreover, she was a woman who had read the original novel "eight-three-seven," so even without hearing his words, she knew his identity inside and out.

"This is Yun Zhonghe, one of the Four Evils—a lecher," Mu Wanhqing sneered. "He has a grudge against every woman under heaven!"

As she spoke, she flicked her fingers several times into the void; distant "puff-puff" sounds followed, and three figures collapsed dead on the spot.

Zhong Ling stared in shock, utterly bewildered.

Mu Wanhqing said, "The Four Evils usually appear together—those three are Duan Yanqing, the utterly wicked; Ye Hei, the irredeemably evil; and Yue Lao San, the monstrous brute."

Zhong Ling realized: "So it's them."

She had naturally heard of their deeds.

After all, her adoptive father was a figure in the greenwood, not from any orthodox sect.

Her family had surely told her stories about such underworld types.

Of the Four Evils, she hated most Yun Zhonghe and Ye Hei.

One preyed on women, ruined their reputations, and even killed them after violating them—utterly despicable.

The other stole infants and then murdered them; over the years, the death toll she caused was immense.

Knowing that Sister Mu had killed these people, Zhong Ling finally relaxed.

It wasn't that Zhong Ling had suddenly developed a sense of justice—she was just afraid of the old Mu Wanhqing.

After all, who would prefer a sister who shot poison arrows at random over this considerate one?

"Sister Mu, let's go!"

Zhong Ling stepped forward and took Mu Wanhqing's hand. "By the way, Sister Mu, are you going to cultivate this Black Rose?"

"Of course," Mu Wanhqing nodded. "The Black Rose has followed me for years—I must nurture it properly."

In fact, over this period, her true qi had refined the Black Rose, and it had already gained considerable sentience.

The two left, but outside the tavern, chaos erupted.

Especially among the Wu Lin, Mu Wanhqing's move left them stunned.

Killing someone from a hundred meters away—this was simply not Wu Xue.

After all, Wu Xue in this world had its limits; air-pressure attacks rarely exceeded ten zhang.

Killing a master like one of the Four Evils from a hundred meters? Such a technique was terrifying.

A few beggars exchanged glances and quickly rose to leave.

As Beggars' Sect spies, they had to relay this terrifying news back to their sect.

On the other side.

Mu Wanhqing and Zhong Ling arrived at the edge of Taihu.

Zhong Ling asked, "Sister Mu, is the sister we're looking for on Taihu?"

Mu Wanhqing nodded, gazing afar—she saw a small boat with a girl in green robes preparing to depart.

Instantly, Mu Wanhqing leapt onto the boat.

As for Zhong Ling and the Black Rose, she lifted them with her true qi, stepping upon the water as if it were solid ground.