[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-the-proles":3,"chapter-lord-of-the-proles-lord-of-the-proles-chapter-134":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of the Proles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2290432,4478,"Chapter 134: Single Rider to Save the Lord","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-134",134,"\u003Cp>Ma Wu’s dance hall opened, and Chu Huaiyuan came specially to congratulate; Li Banfeng stood in a corner, quietly observing the appearance of this Second Miss Chu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, slightly large mouth, thick red lips, round face with no sharp angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skin tone was impossible to judge—too much powder caked on her face; her gaze was elusive, radiating a sinister aura beneath heavy eyeshadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance began, accompanied by the waltz rhythm; guests took up dance partners and started moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playing this waltz was purely for atmosphere—most guests were villagers from Lan Yang Village, and few knew how to dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance girls were all hired from the village, trained for only two days—they couldn’t possibly learn the waltz; everyone was just there to earn a meal, clinging together and stumbling through steps, and no one cared—but Second Miss Chu felt her scalp crawl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lady of refinement couldn’t endure this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Wu, this place is truly unsuitable for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu smiled faintly but said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Huaiyuan extended her hand: “Dance with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentleman should not refuse a lady’s invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ma Wu did not want to dance with Chu Huaiyuan—he wanted no contact with her at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard about Liu Changyu’s fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News of Second Miss Chu’s brutal defeat of mountain bandits had already been printed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Changyu’s skin had been peeled off and preserved by Second Miss Chu, steeped in a bottle of wine as a trophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forgive me, Second Miss, my leg is injured,” Ma Wu touched his cheek—he would not dance with her under any circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er curled her red lips: “I saw you walking briskly while greeting guests just now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu explained: “I was forcing myself—I’ve had a bad injury on my right leg for days, swollen beyond recognition; I simply cannot dance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er stopped pressing, her gaze shifting to Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a third-layer Zhai Xiu, almost no one in the hall noticed Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after Da Zhi Guai Wen Hongyan whispered a reminder to Chu Er, she sensed this man in the hat held some unusual significance—even Ma Wu paid him special attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Huaiyuan approached Li Banfeng with a faint smile: “Sir, may I have this dance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng shook his head slightly: “I don’t know how to dance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dancing is simple—I’ll teach you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gave a deep smile and refused her invitation again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teach me to dance, then accuse me of taking liberties, then demand my grease money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you think I’ll fall for it? I’ve been burned before!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er lost her composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this absurd dance hall, being rejected twice in a row—where could she save face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without further ado, Chu Er seized Li Banfeng’s hand and dragged him into the dance floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this woman be so forceful?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had it not been for the auspicious occasion, Li Banfeng would have flipped his lid—he couldn’t tolerate extortion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was an opening day; one must uphold good fortune. He suppressed his anger—but he would give not a single coin of grease money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he had learned some dance steps at the Xianle Dance Hall, and with his Lv Xiu’s solid footwork, his dancing was surprisingly decent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the music played, Chu Er spun around and moved directly before the photographer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trouble—the photographer is about to take a picture!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did Chu Er carry a photographer with her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under current circumstances, being photographed was one of Li Banfeng’s greatest taboos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng suddenly lowered his head, his wrist sliding down to grip hard beneath Chu Er’s waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The photographer failed to press the shutter—this scene was inappropriate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er gasped: “How bold you are!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng remained calm: “Since you’re going to demand grease money anyway, I’ll take it first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er frowned: “What grease money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng gave a deep smile; beneath the brim of his hat, his eyes glinted with lethal intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er wasn’t fazed by the killing intent—she shifted her step and guided Li Banfeng back toward the photographer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng, without mercy, twisted her buttock into a knot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was indecent—the photographer failed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Full-body shots were impossible; the photographer tried for a half-body shot, but Li Banfeng spun away, escaping the camera’s frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er looked surprised—as if the twist had been pleasant, and she wanted him to do it again; she drew Li Banfeng closer to the photographer once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng spun Chu Er in a circle, slamming her directly into the photographer—the man couldn’t dodge, the camera fell, shattered, and its film spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er grew furious and dragged Li Banfeng toward the phonograph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph was expensive—must not be damaged; Li Banfeng changed direction mid-movement, sending Chu Er crashing into a hall pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact was severe—Chu Er staggered, nearly falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Yanzheng frowned; Da Zhi Guai Wen Hongyan licked her arm, ready to strike at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng sensed danger—his eyes grew even more lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er signaled others not to move; the two resumed dancing in the center of the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu held his breath for Li Banfeng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng was drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er’s fingernails suddenly lengthened, tearing through fabric and digging into Li Banfeng’s flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng executed another sweeping spin, slamming Chu Er into the pillar again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements were too swift for ordinary eyes—they only heard the pillar thudding repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the dance ended, Chu Er’s body was covered in bruises; Li Banfeng’s back was drenched in blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bowed, then returned to their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Hongyan asked: “Miss, shall I kill that man?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Er rubbed the bruise on her shoulder: “It was just a dance—how exhilarating! No need to dwell on it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng drank a cup of wine, then rose and left the dance hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wicked woman wasn’t just cruel—she’d poisoned me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng felt a creeping itch and numbness along his spine—he hurried back to his quarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, he stripped off his clothes, ready to have his wife heal him—when she suddenly roared: “Foolish man! Where did these claw marks on your back come from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng explained: “A woman clawed me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh! So you admit it! These wounds run deep—obviously you gave her plenty of attention!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng pointed to his back: “I’ve been poisoned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You use poison? And pull off such tricks?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up his clothes: “My clothes are torn too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Torn clothes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang clang clang~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph quieted, exhaling a puff of steam that caressed Li Banfeng’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only his clothes had been intact and only he was injured, this would be serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now both his clothes and his skin were torn—proving he was wearing clothes when it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the steam’s warmth, Li Banfeng sweated profusely; when the sweat dried, the itching vanished—the poison was fully neutralized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng lay on the bed; his wounds rapidly scabbed over—Zhai Xiu recovery within the residence was astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steam continued to gently stroke his spine; the phonograph sang softly: “That wicked woman is so cruel—let little slave handle her. Little slave will avenge Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng snorted: “You want revenge—or a meal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff~ Little slave cares so deeply for Master—how can Master mock me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonograph, wounded, used steam to lift Li Banfeng’s clothes and meticulously sew them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click click click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With its sewing function integrated, the phonograph’s needle threaded quickly—mending at astonishing speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After mending, the phonograph asked: “By the way, that wicked woman must be human, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course she’s human—why do you ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh~ Jin Jing Qiu Hao discerns yin and yang; a hundred flavors hide at the tip of the nose. Master, you must’ve been dazzled by that woman and forgot your technique—there’s incense-qi clinging to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng picked up the clothes and sniffed—the powder scent was overwhelming, yet upon closer inspection, there was indeed a faint trace of incense-qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he missed this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t carelessness—dance hall air was thick with smoke, alcohol, and powder, drowning out the incense-qi; he genuinely hadn’t noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Chu Er be a ghost?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlikely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng had always been wary of Chu Er—if she were a ghost, he would’ve seen ghostly fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance drew to a close; Chu Er rose to take her leave. Ma Wu had a carriage ready and escorted her to the village entrance, then returned to the dance hall to tally today’s expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chu Er and the others’ carriage vanish in the distance, Liu Liangyi appeared at the village entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hand he held a stick of incense, its smoke curling gently, drifting all the way to Mengchun Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dance hall, Ma Wu was tallying accounts; on the first day open, all guests were invited, and expenses were heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he reached a critical point in the ledger, he suddenly heard a dancer cry out: “What are you doing? Can’t you watch where you’re going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking toward the sound, a man had entered the hall and shoved the dancer off balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man wore a horse-hair jacket and a round felt hat, his face covered by a scarf, obscuring his features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Chuan stepped forward to help the dancer up and said to the man: “We’re closed. If you want to dance, come back tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man said nothing, walking straight ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Chuan frowned: “Can’t you understand me? We’re closed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man suddenly drew his blade and swung it down at Xiao Chuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Chuan was a Gong Xiu, still without a realm, and froze in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu lunged forward, shoved Xiao Chuan aside, dodged the blade, and kicked the man hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s bones seemed to snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it didn’t slow his attack—he raised his blade again and slashed at Ma Wu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu evaded calmly; others rushed to help, but Ma Wu shouted them back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opponent’s strikes weren’t fast, but his body was unnaturally tough—he must be a layerless Wu Xiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone like this was probably just a thug; a good beating would end it. No need to ruin the opening’s luck, and certainly no need to let his men get hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the man, intending to use a confusion technique to subdue him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man showed no reaction, swinging his blade again and again at Ma Wu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can he resist confusion techniques?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this man actually at a realm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opening was auspicious—Ma Wu truly didn’t want blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this opponent clearly couldn’t be underestimated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu drew his short sword from behind his back, aiming to sever the man’s arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arm was severed—but no blood spilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the clean cut on the shoulder, Ma Wu frowned deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stump was hollow—inside, bamboo strips formed a skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a paper doll!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His first thought was Liu Liangyi, the shopkeeper of the Liu Family Paper Horse Shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi was a fourth-layer Yan Xiu; this paper doll was his signature technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s come for revenge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Chuan also recognized it as a paper doll and pulled out a box of matches: “Young Master, step back—I’ll burn him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t be reckless!” Ma Wu shouted, stopping Xiao Chuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burn him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paper dolls don’t feel pain—they’d just catch fire and charge at people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu swung his short sword, chopping the paper doll to pieces—then a cold wind blew through the window, and every candle in the room went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out!” Ma Wu ordered everyone to flee the hall—but at the door, they found they couldn’t escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of figures stood densely at the entrance, more pouring in from the wilds beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dance hall was surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ma Wu couldn’t break out, let alone his untrained staff and dancers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cutting down two paper dolls, Ma Wu retreated back into the hall and ordered two staff members to brace the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pounding on the door never ceased; Ma Wu searched for a way to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These paper dolls were likely controlled by Liu Liangyi’s ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost servants are spirits; high-level Huan Xiu techniques can suppress them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ma Wu’s realm was too low—without a magic treasure or spiritual object, he couldn’t even touch the spirits. This was why Yan Xiu were so frustrating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only he still had that fur coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he was cast out of his family, the coat was taken back. With it, he wouldn’t have been scavenging from trash heaps—he could’ve made good money doing spirit-exorcising work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he had no magic treasure—what else could counter ghost servants?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered: books said spirits abhorred filth and could be temporarily repelled by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Spit! Spit on the door!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of staff and over twenty dancers spat furiously at the door—the pounding gradually slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu beamed and ordered: “Smear spit on your faces—more the better! Anyone with thick phlegm, share it! When I give the signal, we charge out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone spat into their hands and smeared it on their faces; even the dancers abandoned their modesty—one pretty girl wiped a thick snot across her entire face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu was about to open the door when two sharp cracks rang out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The window glass shattered!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper dolls hadn’t been driven off by spit—they’d switched tactics under Liu Liangyi’s control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of paper dolls crawled through the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One staff member screamed as a paper doll slashed his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dancer was grabbed, a large clump of her hair ripped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was pitch black, filled with screams—Ma Wu couldn’t tell which were paper dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In panic, the only trick he could think of was spitting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would it work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This little filth was barely enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were fourth-layer Yan Xiu ghost servants—one spit on a paper doll’s face might make it pause, then it’d keep swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu slashed one paper doll to pieces—the ghost servant inside slipped out and possessed another, unharmed, continuing the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi, hiding at the village entrance, paused, then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected Ma Wu to be this weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought Ma Wu had killed Song Jiasen—his cultivation should’ve reached third layer, and he’d have at least a few magic treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he known Ma Wu was this pitiful, he wouldn’t have bothered with paper dolls at all—just sent a dozen ghost servants and they’d all be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cornered, Ma Wu shouted: “Piss! Urinate on them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In desperation, men and women alike forgot shame, pulled out their parts, and prepared to unleash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the paper dolls gave them no chance—they swung their blades!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the group was backed into a corner, about to be hacked to pulp, a large black figure burst from the latrine, shouting: “Young Master, don’t fear—follow me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant carried a two-foot iron barrel on his back and held a one-and-a-half-meter-long ladle, spraying a thick sludge over the paper dolls—several froze in place, the rest scrambled to hide against the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Genzi had arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came with the barrel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now this was real filth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feces soup was the supreme filth; when refined by a Jin Xiu, it became the ultimate form of filth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Genzi had struggled hard—he fought his way in and out of the hall seven times to reach the latrine window and jump inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After refilling his barrel in the latrine, Xiao Genzi charged into the center of the dance floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a fierce battle, he stood by the window, unslung his feces barrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Raising it, he stunned the paper dolls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swinging his ladle, he flung a splash of sludge straight into Ma Wu’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master, this way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Wu wiped his face, gathered the group, and followed Xiao Genzi toward the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Xiu suppress Yan Xiu—if this had been Du Hongxi, a second-layer Yan Xiu from the Jiangxiang Gang, even if he couldn’t win, he’d have carved a path out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was a fourth-layer Yan Xiu’s ghost servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Liangyi sneered: “I thought Jin Xiu were extinct—didn’t expect one still lived. Fine. I’ll send you on your way—save you from disgracing the world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set down his incense, lit a candle, and used its flame to transmit his will, forcing the ghost servants to strike harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Genzi hadn’t reached a realm; his barrel’s filth was insufficient and low-grade—if the ghost servants charged, they’d easily break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Liu Liangyi’s style: cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambush cost the least, yielded the most—he’d never show his face. Ma Wu would die without ever seeing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candle flame trembled—the will was about to surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dingling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was that sound?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Puff!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Banfeng stabbed Liu Liangyi in the back of the head, then blew out the candle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-story Zhaixiu was overlooked by Liu Liangyi and his ghost servants alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ambushes were the most advantageous, and Li Banfeng agreed wholeheartedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2820,"2026-06-20T03:43:13.043Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ae841e43b92f999ac6c973264d211fd00ebcfc0f71d6749c0e62a2ea904eabac","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-135","lord-of-the-proles-chapter-133",863,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flord-of-the-proles-cover.jpg"]