Chapter 247: Yue Qiluo: Encountering a Rickshaw Bandit as Powerful as a Monster, Instantly Knocked Out

Luo Jie didn’t care whether the Dragon Emperor wanted to or not—he simply waved his hand.

The Dragon Emperor, a Chinese dragon who had just been beautified and hadn’t yet adapted to his new body, was casually tossed by Luo Jie into his own small world.

Si Mu watched, utterly bewildered: “Did we just finish?”

Luo Jie nodded in satisfaction: “Of course we did.”

“The Terracotta Warriors are now under our command, and the Dragon Emperor has joined the team.”

“Next, we need to consider where to set up our office.”

“A vast underworld with not even a palace?”

“What kind of mess is this!”

With that, Luo Jie looked up at the floating palace suspended in midair.

“This thing’s not bad—let’s take it home as our office building.”

Si Mu silently grumbled inside.

Was he really going to haul away an entire tomb complex?

Now they were truly tomb raiders.

What was supposed to be a transnational underworld conglomerate now looked more like a transnational tomb-raiding syndicate.

Luo Jie suddenly glanced at him, eyes sharp: “I suspect Itachi’re cursing me in your head.”

Si Mu instantly put on a pained expression: “Itachi’re my boss—I’d never dare.”

Luo Jie nodded approvingly: “Itachi still remember I’m your boss?”

“Call me boss from now on.”

Si Mu hurriedly nodded: “Yes, boss.”

Only then did Luo Jie nod in satisfaction.

The next instant, he raised his hand and unleashed his spiritual power.

The entire floating palace was indeed absorbed into his small world.

Si Mu stared at the scene, unable to help but marvel.

These days, even tombs could be packed up and carried away.

The two left the Dragon Emperor’s tomb and quickly returned to the surface.

As they walked, Si Mu asked: “Boss, what are your plans next?”

Luo Jie thought for a moment, then replied: “I plan to travel abroad soon, but first I’ll return to Renjia Town.”

Si Mu nodded and cautiously asked: “So I’m still coming with Itachi?”

Luo Jie countered: “Where else would Itachi go?”

“Want to go back to dancing as a shaman or continue herding corpses?”

Si Mu quickly shook his head: “No no no—I’ll stick with Itachi, boss.”

Luo Jie nodded: “Good.”

“By the way, go prepare—Itachi and I are heading to Egypt in a few days.”

Si Mu froze: “Egypt?”

Luo Jie nodded: “We might even have to fight mummies.”

Before Luo Jie went to Renjia Town, Evelyn had sent him a letter, inviting him back to Egypt to explore the tomb of the Scorpion King.

The plot of The Mummy 2 was about to begin.

Originally, Luo Jie had planned to send Jiu Shu.

Let Jiu Shu battle the Scorpion King—a grand spectacle of Maoshan Daoist versus Egyptian mummy.

Unfortunately, Jiu Shu refused to abandon his iron rice bowl in the underworld.

But replacing him with Si Mu was fine too.

After all, they were both Maoshan Daoists.

Si Mu swallowed hard: “Boss, I’ve herded corpses for years, but I’ve never fought a mummy.”

Luo Jie patted his shoulder, his tone casual:

“Don’t worry—mummies aren’t much stronger than zombies.”

Si Mu smiled weakly: “Then I’m relieved.”

Luo Jie suddenly remembered something: “Where’s your disciple?”

“Should we bring him along?”

Si Mu’s eyes lit up: “Can we?”

Luo Jie nodded: “Of course.”

“It’s good for children to see more of the world.”

“Besides, if Itachi die, he can avenge Itachi.”

Si Mu froze: “...”

“Boss, I suddenly feel this mission is dangerous.”

“Can I take an emergency leave?”

Several days later, Luo Jie and Si Mu were driving back.

In the passenger seat, Si Mu was intently studying the incantation.

Suddenly, Luo Jie felt something—he slammed on the brakes.

“Squeee—”

The car screeched to a halt, nearly throwing Si Mu out of his seat.

Si Mu gasped: “Boss, what the hell are Itachi doing?”

“I was memorizing the incantation!”

Luo Jie pointed toward a nearby grove: “Look over there.”

Si Mu turned his gaze—and saw a burly man hugging a little girl, their posture intimate.

Si Mu’s anger flared: “In broad daylight, someone dares do this?”

“Let go of that girl!”

Luo Jie rolled his eyes and tapped his head:

“Itachi can’t even see clearly with your glasses on—Itachi need new ones.”

Si Mu blinked, rubbed his eyes, and looked again...

Huh?

Wait—

This wasn’t a man bullying a little girl—it was the little girl draining the man’s essence.

The girl had one hand resting on the man’s chest, a strange smile on her face.

The man’s face had turned blue, his eyes glazed—he was about to be completely drained, reduced to a human sausage.

Si Mu exclaimed in shock: “Is she a ghost? A demon? A zombie?”

He realized he couldn’t discern her true nature.

All his years of Maoshan cultivation felt like wasted time.

Luo Jie shook his head: “No—she’s alive.”

“A living person who cultivates dark arts.”

Si Mu stared again—and indeed, the girl was not only alive, but radiated unnatural vitality.

Si Mu gritted his teeth: “Damn it—someone dares cultivate such dark arts!”

“It’s ruining the reputation of all Daoist practitioners!”

With that, he flung open the car door, ready to leap out and uphold justice, rescuing the man from the girl.

But Luo Jie didn’t get out—he narrowed his eyes, studying the girl closely.

The girl looked familiar—she seemed to be Yue Qiluo, the villain from The Mystic Nine.

Luo Jie remembered Yue Qiluo was the younger sister of Master Chuchen from Qingyun Temple, expelled for cultivating dark arts.

She fed on the essence of mortals to cultivate, achieving the realm of indestructible soul, reincarnating repeatedly with her memories intact.

Sometimes reborn as a man, sometimes as a woman.

She was practically the first cross-gender cultivator.

Thinking of this, Luo Jie sneered.

This scheming old little girl must be captured and reformed in the underworld.

Thoroughly reformed.

At that moment, from the distant grove, Yue Qiluo slowly opened her eyes.

She smiled faintly, her gaze radiating maturity far beyond her years.

Si Mu charged forward, righteous fury burning in his chest, pulling out talismans and chanting:

“Evil cannot overcome righteousness!”

“Today, Daoist Si Mu shall rid the world of this menace!”

Yue Qiluo merely smiled lightly and lifted a finger.

The next instant, Si Mu was blasted backward, tumbling through the air.

Simu crashed to the ground.

He stood up and charged forward again.

“I don’t believe it—I can’t beat a little girl?”

A few seconds later.

Simu rolled three times on the ground, his eyes vacant.

Luo Jie activated the Horse Talisman to heal his injuries.

“After all these years raising corpses, how can I lose to a little girl?”

“Do Itachi practice every day how to fly away gracefully?”

Simu lay on the ground, utterly lifeless.

“Simu is incompetent—I must leave my mountain.”

Luo Jie slammed the accelerator; the car roared to life and sped toward the grove.

Yue Qiluo stood in place, smiling as Luo Jie’s car approached.

She did not seem alarmed—instead, she stepped forward to meet it.

But the next moment, Yue Qiluo frowned—her techniques had failed.

Immediately, Luo Jie floored the accelerator and charged forward.

“Crash!”

With a thunderous bang.

The car slammed into her.

Yue Qiluo was blasted flying through the air.

(End of Chapter)