My experience of grinding in another world

Chapter 101 Black Heart
Chen Mu never expected that his plan to sneak back to Nanyang Prefecture would end up on the same boat as Zhuo Yinghai.

Is this a case of giving up because one can't grasp oneself?
Although Chen Mu wanted to turn around and leave, he thought it would be too deliberate, so he pretended to be concerned and comforted him, "Sir, you must always look forward. The river view is so beautiful, you can't let troubles ruin your good mood."

"Thank you for your kindness, young brother." Zhuo Yinghai clasped his hands in thanks, but his expression remained worried. He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "My concubine has given me two more sons. There's not enough property to go around."

Chen Mu: “…”

"You're still got it," Chen Mu said with a chuckle.

"I can't compare to you young people," Zhuo Yinghai said with a smile, waving his hand.

"You are too modest. Judging from your clothes and appearance, you must be very wealthy. Even if you receive a small share, it will be enough for your children and grandchildren to live a life of luxury."

Zhuo Yinghai immediately waved his hand in distress: "You don't understand."

“I have eleven sons and seven daughters, and they also have grandchildren and great-grandchildren.”

"Although my granddaughter doesn't have the surname Zhuo, she still has my family blood. I should at least give her some dowry. But after just calculating, I can only give her ten shops, a thousand acres of paddy fields, and five small cargo ships that are thirty meters long."

"I'll grit my teeth and give her two more boxes of jewelry at most."

"It's too shabby!" Zhuo Yinghai slammed his hand on the railing.

Chen Mu: “…”

My five thousand taels of silver aren't even enough to fill a tooth gap for you?!
Is it too late for me to turn around and leave now?

"I'm too useless; the family fortune I've built is too small."

"Once I become the gang leader, I'll have to raise the fees for ship docking and security shelters. Otherwise, we won't even have enough to eat..."

"Farewell!" Chen Mu immediately cupped his hands in farewell.

This place is uninhabitable.

"Oh, young man, please don't take offense. It's just that old people tend to be talkative," Zhuo Yinghai said apologetically as he stopped Chen Mu.

"Young man, do you think I'm showing off my wealth?" Zhuo Yinghai asked with a smile.

Chen Mu just smiled and didn't say anything.

Zhuo Yinghai looked at him with an expression that said, "What I just said is indeed a great treasure in the eyes of ordinary people."

"But you don't know that people of my status earn a lot, but they also spend a lot."

"The ships and carriages used for travel must be luxurious, the clothes and jewelry must be precious, and the food and water must be exquisite."

“It hurts me to spend money on these things. Wouldn’t it be better to save it up to have more puppies? But in order to make more money, we have to put on these storefronts.”

Zhuo Yinghai looked on with emotion.

Chen Mu nodded: "Why don't you rent your luxurious carriages and boats?"

"What do you mean?" Zhuo Yinghai was taken aback.

“Rent someone else’s, no need to buy.” Chen Mu said meaningfully, “Even if you buy it, you can rent it out to others.”

"Young man, you have a sharp mind!" Zhuo Yinghai laughed. "I have to have a drink with you no matter what."

"Someone come here! Bring out the wine and dishes."

On the lower deck of the ship, a man dressed in black responded and walked solemnly up to the second floor.

He strode toward the two men, carrying a red food box in his hand.

But as he walked, he started to sway, staggering like he was drunk, and then collapsed three meters away with a thud.

Zhuo Yinghai: "..."

"Has he suddenly fallen seriously ill?" Chen Mu asked, peering out with concern.

"It's nothing, just seasickness." Zhuo Yinghai said calmly, "Two men, carry this guy off the boat."

He then stepped forward to take the food box.

thump!
The two burly men who had just rushed up to carry the person fainted again.

Chen Mu said with concern, "Your employee is probably not feeling well. I think we should skip the meal."

Zhuo Yinghai slowly turned around, his smile gradually fading: "You're so ungrateful. It would be better if you just obediently ate your last meal before you were executed."

Clang!
Sparks flew.

Zhuo Yinghai held his dark right hand in front of his eyes, and the two iron lotus seeds resembled blooming flower buds, squeezed and deformed into a beautiful shape.

"Heh..." Zhuo Yinghai grinned at Chen Mu: "Caught a big fish."

"Why are you giving me a last meal before I die?" Chen Mu wondered. He was quite confident in his disguise skills, and Zhuo Yinghai couldn't possibly recognize him. The hidden sword silently slipped from his sleeve into his palm.

“Your eyes are shaped like my enemy’s.” Zhuo Yinghai shrugged, then ripped off his wide robe, revealing his muscular upper body.

hum!
A thin black film spread forward from his back. Below his neck, he was quickly covered by a dark, powerful aura.

"Just because the eyes are similar in shape? You're going to kill me?" Chen Mu asked incredulously. "How many people would you have mistakenly killed?"

Is this person's heart black? "You mean this?" Zhuo Yinghai said with a kind smile, "As long as you kill enough, there will always be a day when you kill the right person, don't you think..."

woo woo woo...

The iron lotus seeds, like raindrops, suddenly rained down on Zhuo Yinghai.

clang clang clang clang...

Sparks flew.

When the iron lotus seeds hit Zhuo Yinghai, they shattered and burst open like quail eggs hitting an iron plate.

Zhuo Yinghai waved his hands to cover his head and face.

"Useless, useless, useless! Haha..."

He laughed loudly as he strode toward Chen Mu.

"You peasants have no idea how powerful courage can be!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhuo Yinghai had already arrived in front of Chen Mu.

Its five jet-black fingers, spread out like iron claws, suddenly vanished into thin air.

It reappeared, already close to Chen Mu's neck.

The air was cut into white waves.

Five thick fingers, like five sharp daggers, sliced ​​through Chen Mu's neck.

hum!
The air churned, but Chen Mu's figure suddenly vanished.

Huh?! Zhuo Yinghai's expression changed, and he suddenly raised his right hand to the sky.

Clang!
A sharp pain suddenly shot through my palm.

Zhuo Yinghai suddenly looked up, only to find that Chen Mu was already hanging diagonally on the ceiling, his hidden sword thrusting out like a venomous snake.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, this blow would have pierced his forehead.

"Impressive footwork!" Zhuo Yinghai laughed heartily.

His right foot suddenly sprang up, his bulging muscles whipping out like a python's tail, striking Chen Mu hard in mid-air.

bump!
The wooden ceiling was instantly shattered by this mid-air kick.

Then, his legs moved like wheels, delivering powerful kicks in mid-air.

He kicked most of the second floor of the ship to pieces in no time.

Chen Mu had no choice but to dodge left and right in the narrow corridor. Relying on his unpredictable movements, he struggled to evade his opponent's attacks, occasionally thrusting out a hidden sword from his sleeve to strike vital points all over his opponent's body.

The clanging sounds were incessant.

"As expected, it didn't work." Chen Mu suddenly retreated, creating distance.

Looking at the bloodstains on the tip of the sword hidden in his sleeve, his face was full of solemnity.

"A precious sword?!" Zhuo Yinghai's eyes lit up as he looked at the dense bloodstains on his body.

It was actually a sword capable of piercing through one's very soul.

"Give it to me!" Zhuo Yinghai, his hair and beard bristling, charged fiercely at Chen Mu.

Chen Mu lowered his head, remaining motionless as if he were frozen in fear.

"I didn't want to..."

Three eerie syllables were uttered. Five plumes of black smoke silently appeared behind Zhuo Yinghai.

"Why do you have to force me?"

A powerful emotion surged through my brain like a tidal wave.

Chen Mu suddenly looked up, bloodshot veins creeping towards the whites of his eyes. He opened his mouth, drops of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth: "I'm hungry!"

hum!
Five swirling wisps of black energy instantly disappeared behind Zhuo Yinghai.

Zhuo Yinghai's face still retained the fervor of battle, but a large chunk of his chest was missing out of nowhere.

With a thud, it broke in two at Chen Mu's feet.

The black smoke, like locusts, rushed towards Zhuo Yinghai's corpse.

Chen Mu staggered backward, his face pale as he gripped the railing, muttering self-reproach with a look of despair, "I didn't want to kill him."

"Ugh……"

"He seems to have brought quite a few men with him... um."

"..."

(End of this chapter)