Chapter 602

"Zhamuhe arrived too late—truly deserving of death!"

Coming to Qiu Lingsu's side, Zhamuhe dared not even hold her hand.

He looked like a shy, innocent youth, awkward and uneasy before her.

Qiu Lingsu had already thought she was going to die, but now Zhamuhe had saved her.

Her heart had been filled with joy, yet seeing him like this, she suddenly found herself despising him intensely.

Just then she noticed her skirt hem was dirty, and Zhamuhe was standing right near it.

"Stand farther away from me."

Huh?

Everyone present was stunned—why had Qiu Lingsu suddenly become like this?

To their surprise, upon hearing Qiu Lingsu's words, Zhamuhe obediently stepped farther back.

"Lingsu, this…"

"Don't get familiar! Who gave you the right to call me Lingsu?"

Before Zhamuhe could finish speaking, Qiu Lingsu suddenly slapped him across the face, silencing his next words.

"Ugh… that hurt…"

But Zhamuhe was a top-tier master of the Heavenly Dao Golden List; Qiu Lingsu was merely a minor figure in the Jianghu.

The slap left Zhamuhe unharmed, but her own palm turned red from the impact.

She clutched her hand and cried out in pain.

"Oh no! It's my fault, my fault—I shouldn't have let you hit me with your hand!"

Zhamuhe was heartbroken, and suddenly pulled out a jar of ointment from his chest, saying,

"Here, rub this on."

"This ointment can regenerate bone and revive the dead—it's perfect for reducing your swelling!"

Everyone present was even more bewildered.

Regenerate bone? Revive the dead? Isn't this divine medicine?

Such divine medicine, just used to soothe Qiu Lingsu's swelling and pain?

Is this Zhamuhe really a top-tier master of the Heavenly Dao Golden List?

One of the Thirteen Wings of the Great Yuan?

Isn't he just an idiot?

Zhamuhe had no idea what these people were thinking—even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

It was clearly divine medicine, yet Qiu Lingsu remained unmoved, flinging the jar to the ground with a backhand strike, shattering it,

"Get lost! Do you think this trash is fit to rub on this Miss? Careful—you'll cause me harm, and you won't be able to pay!"

"Yes yes yes, I can't pay, I can't pay—I'm a fool, it's all my fault!"

Zhamuhe showed no regret for the broken ointment; instead, he suddenly raised his hand and began slapping himself.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Loud, echoing slaps rang through the entire courtyard.

Shi Guanyin and her son were utterly stunned.

Jiang Asheng and his wife were even more unnerved.

Soon after, they subtly prepared to flee from this pair of lunatics.

Zhamuhe naturally paid no attention to irrelevant bystanders—right now, his eyes held only Qiu Lingsu.

He only wanted to please Qiu Lingsu.

But Qiu Lingsu suddenly turned her gaze toward Jiang Asheng and his wife, coldly saying,

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?"

Hearing Qiu Lingsu's question, Zhamuhe instantly stared at them like a lone wolf, coldly,

"Didn't you hear the goddess ask you a question? Answer quickly!"

Jiang Asheng's scalp prickled, and he could only say,

"We're just an ordinary couple—we don't want trouble. Tonight, pretend we never came…"

"How can that be?"

Qiu Lingsu suddenly smirked wickedly, saying,

"Tonight, you've seen my bad side."

"We swear to keep it secret."

Jiang Asheng grew anxious.

"Fine! I'll temporarily believe you."

Qiu Lingsu changed tone, saying,

"But to show sincerity, hand over that thing—the Luo Mo relic!"

In truth, Qiu Lingsu had no idea what the Luo Mo relic was.

She only knew that the Qinglong Society was offering a reward for it.

The Qinglong Society was currently the most powerful force in the Nine Provinces.

Wouldn't it be a good thing to obtain something they were offering a reward for?

"But I've already surrendered that thing to the Qinglong Society,"

Ceng Jing sighed—this Luo Mo relic had ultimately brought her great trouble.

The Wheel King and Black Stone might still be manageable.

But this lunatic duo of Qiu Lingsu and Jamuhe probably won't be that easy to deal with.

Handing over Luo Mo's corpse doesn't necessarily mean survival.

Not handing it over might actually leave a slim chance of life.

"You little Miss, truly don't value your life."

Qiu Lingsu let out an evil, enchanting laugh, covering her mouth as she laughed, and only after a long while did she give Jamuhe a meaningful look,

"Go! It's up to you, I need Luo Mo's corpse!"

"Yes! Willing to serve the Goddess!"

Jamuhe transformed into the ultimate simp, walking step by step toward Jiang Asheng and his wife.

415 The name of simp is well deserved!

Ceng Jing's Water-Repelling Sword was seized by Shi Guanyin, and at this moment it was placed right beside Shi Guanyin.

Only Jiang Asheng had in his hands one long and one short sword, called the Shenhe Sword Art.

Seeing Jamuhe pressing closer step by step, he let out a great shout,

"Wife, you go first."

Then he threw himself forward and unleashed the Shenhe Sword Art.

In truth, Jiang Asheng's Wu Gong had already reached the level of a Grandmaster.

In the lower-tier Wu Lin, he was a top expert.

But what he faced was Jamuhe, who even placed within the entire Nine Provinces' Wu Lin, belonged among the ranks of top experts.

The moment his body took a single step forward, Jamuhe lightly raised a hand.

Jiang Asheng's entire body stiffened inexplicably, and then, just like Shi Guanyin and her son, collapsed onto the ground.

"Asheng…"

Ceng Jing was also extremely furious, wanting to step forward and help her husband.

But just like Jiang Asheng, her body went limp and she fell to the ground.

"You two, and you think you're worthy of attacking me?"

Grandmaster-level, in Jamuhe's eyes, no different from ants.

"Speak! Hand over Luo Mo's corpse, and I can give you a quick end!"

"Really, Luo Mo's corpse has already been given to the Qinglong Society…"

Ceng Jing simply held out stubbornly — handing over Luo Mo's corpse meant certain death.

But as long as Luo Mo's corpse wasn't obtained, Qiu Lingsu might not necessarily kill the two of them.

As long as Qiu Lingsu didn't nod, Jamuhe could do nothing more than torment the two of them.