Chapter 82: Reporting Truthfully

"Long time no see. I've come to deliver food." Lu Yang’s attitude was cordial; it was all practiced at the barbecue shop.

After more than a month of training, Lu Yang’s fake smile had reached the level of being indistinguishable from the real thing. Meng Jingzhou even praised Lu Yang for smiling as genuinely as he did.

Chi Xulong, who was pouting, heard Lu Yang’s voice and turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with malice. If it weren't for this brat calling the constables over to eat, would he be in this situation?

"Why are you here?" Chi Xulong’s tone was unfriendly. From the moment they met, this brat had impersonated an examiner to trick him, and two days ago, while eating, he had dug a pit for him. He was full of bad intentions, and now he was hypocritically delivering food; he definitely had no good intentions!

Compared to an executioner like himself who had killed countless people, Chi Xulong felt Lu Yang was even more of a scoundrel!

Lu Yang had no intention of mocking Chi Xulong in prison. Everyone would need to help each other in the future, so there was no need to make the relationship so stiff. This was also the Helmsman’s intention.

It was just that Lu Yang’s ears were bad, and he misheard Chi Xulong asking if he had become a deacon: "What? How did you know I was promoted to deacon? But don't be too excited; as long as you perform well, you can become a deacon too."

He hadn't expected Chi Xulong to be so well-informed in prison.

After speaking, Lu Yang even took out his waist token to show off. The two characters for "Deacon" were very eye-catching. Chi Xulong was so angry he was fuming: "Heaven is blind!"

Lu Yang comforted him: "Don't be angry. The leader also asked me to bring a message to you."

Hearing it was a message from Helmsman Chu, Chi Xulong calmed down a bit, thinking the Helmsman still valued him and had specifically sent someone to pass a message: "What did the old man say?"

"He said you’d better build a relationship with me."

Chi Xulong was furious. The Helmsman really valued this brat: "I would rather die than have a good relationship with you!"

Seeing that Chi Xulong actually wouldn't listen to the leader, Lu Yang sighed and left some food before walking away.

The prisoners smelled the aroma of the food and drooled; they couldn't get such delicious food in prison.

Towards the others, Lu Yang’s attitude was very good, encouraging them to reform well in prison, strive to be new people after getting out, and benefit the Central Continent. His words were filled with concern.

Those who didn't know better would think they were going to be locked up for ten or eight years.

After coming out of the prison, Lu Yang reported the situation to Helmsman Chu truthfully: "I took food to the prison to visit Chi Xulong and said there were some misunderstandings between us. We are all fellow travelers, and we will have to deal with each other in the future, so having a good relationship will facilitate future work. I emphasized that this was your intention, Helmsman, and said that as long as he performs well, he can become a deacon like me."

"Who would have thought Chi Xulong would be furious, cursing and saying that whoever made me a deacon must be blind. He said even if he died, he wouldn't have a good relationship with me. I can't remember the exact words, but that was the gist."

Helmsman Chu’s eyes turned cold: "He said who was blind?!"

Lu Yang quickly bowed, looking up cautiously at Helmsman Chu, and replied with fear and trepidation: "That person’s status is too high; it’s a great disrespect. I dare not say."

Helmsman Chu already had the answer in his heart: "Alright, I know. You may go back."

Lu Yang sighed, thinking to himself that Chi Xulong really had no gatekeeper on his mouth, daring to say anything: "I hope the Helmsman won't say these words came from me. Perhaps I misremembered."

Helmsman Chu waved his hand impatiently; of course, he knew such things.

After Lu Yang left, Helmsman Chu tapped his jade chair and snorted: "A fine Chi Xulong, daring to say I am blind!"

During the day, it was the same as usual. Meng Jingzhou went shopping, Man Gu exercised in the backyard, the Ghost Hall was skewering meat, and Lu Yang was doing laundry.

Lu Yang’s clothes were ordinary, unable to stay spotless.

"Damn it, why can't I learn the Clothes-Cleaning Spell?" Lu Yang muttered, scrubbing the clothes hard. Among the three, he was the only one who needed to do laundry. "When I have money, I will definitely buy clothes that don't need washing."

A while ago, he had asked Meng Jingzhou to teach him the Clothes-Cleaning Spell. Meng Jingzhou didn't know it himself, but he had a book called *Small Daily Life Spells*, which his sister had secretly stuffed into his luggage before he left.

The book contained the spell called the Clothes-Cleaning Spell.

The Clothes-Cleaning Spell, as the name suggests, is a spell that can make clothes clean, simple and easy to learn.

The three gathered to learn it. Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu learned it first. With a burst of refreshing spiritual energy descending from the sky, the originally dirty clothes instantly became snow-white, as if they were new.

Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu were very happy. Working at the barbecue shop, clothes were easily dirtied, which was very troublesome.

With Meng Jingzhou’s wealth, he naturally had refined clothes, which were magic treasures that didn't need washing and automatically stayed clean. But these clothes were of too high quality; one look and you could tell he had a deep background, which was not conducive to lurking in the Demonic Sect.

Lu Yang’s high talent for spells was obvious to all, and he learned it too, but the effect was somewhat unexpected.

After he cast the Clothes-Cleaning Spell, with a distortion of space, brand-new clothes appeared out of thin air.

At that time, Lu Yang was silent for a long time, wanting to curse but not knowing where to start.

In terms of sequence, this was the first space-type spell Lu Yang learned, which was of great significance.

In terms of innovation, this was an innovation of the Clothes-Cleaning Spell, equivalent to creating a new space spell.

In terms of logic, this had no logic.

Lu Yang looked at the label on the collar that said "For So-and-So" and knew that these clothes were most likely made by a tailor shop. The person who ordered the clothes hadn't come yet, and they had been summoned by his space spell.

"Why does the Clothes-Cleaning Spell I cast directly summon a new set of clothes! What would be the effect if I cast a Body-Cleaning Spell!" Lu Yang said angrily, feeling that Heaven thought he was too talented and was deliberately limiting his spell talent.

Of course, he couldn't wear these clothes; they were someone else’s. But Lu Yang didn't know who the owner was, so he couldn't return them even if he wanted to.

Meng Jingzhou enthusiastically offered to cast the real Clothes-Cleaning Spell to help Lu Yang wash his clothes, but after a series of attempts, it ended in failure.

The Clothes-Cleaning Spell could only wash the clothes on one’s own body. Lu Yang couldn't take off his clothes for Meng Jingzhou to wear just to wash them, and then have Meng Jingzhou take them off after washing to give back to him.

No choice, he had to wash his clothes honestly.

After washing the clothes, Lu Yang wanted to hang them outside the window. By accident, the laundry pole slipped down, and it was about to hit a passerby on the head.

"Careful!"

Who would have thought the passerby had excellent reflexes, dodging the laundry pole with a sidestep.

Lu Yang quickly went downstairs and found the passerby was a new acquaintance, Lan Ting, a disciple of the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace who had helped him fight the tiger at Songshan.

It had been more than a month; why was she still here? Lu Yang was puzzled.

Lan Ting looked down, silent as she stared at the laundry pole on the ground, her moth-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she were thinking about a problem.

Lu Yang asked curiously: "What are you thinking about?"

Lan Ting blurted out: "I am thinking why this laundry pole didn't fall toward the sky, but toward the ground. Is it possible there is some invisible force pulling everything in the world?"

Lu Yang: "..."

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