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Chapter 259 Brothers, it's almost time for dinner! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking subscriptions! Seeking book recommendations!)
"I told you to laugh! Let's see if you dare laugh again?!"

"I think you can forget about ever working in the funeral circle of Anhe City again!"

Several servants who had been waiting rushed up, grabbed the still-laughing mourner, and began to beat and kick him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of fists and feet striking flesh intertwined with the "hahahaha" laughter, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.

On the roof, Lin Qingfeng watched this scene, his shoulders shrug. Finally, he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. The show was over, and he jumped down from the roof, satisfied, ready to leave.

Su Ling'er stood on the roof, looking at the farce below, and then at her senior brother who had been laughing so hard he was almost out of breath. Her heart turned cold.

Although it was much milder than the scenes of evil cultivators in my mind, such as sacrificing the whole city and then using the people to make pills, it was much milder.

But it's still pretty despicable! Senior Brother, how can you be so good at causing trouble?

Seeing that Lin Qingfeng had lost interest and turned to walk away, Su Ling'er finally breathed a sigh of relief. She raised her hand and, in the direction of the still-beating, wailing man, released his pressure points from a distance, while simultaneously discovering the razor blade hidden between his fingers...

Is it...

Considering the mourner's earlier actions, could this person have been thinking...?

Su Ling'er dared not think any further. She looked at Lin Qingfeng, her eyes filled with lingering fear and relief. Could it be that her senior brother had intervened just now to stop such an evil act of desecrating the corpse?!
But couldn't you just say you were doing a good deed?! No, even if you stopped someone from committing an evil act, you still managed to get them punished. But making someone laugh in the funeral hall and then getting yelled at isn't a very good solution, is it?!
Although the methods were indeed... a bit underhanded and immoral... it has to be said that dealing with such a scoundrel who wanted to desecrate the dead, and making it impossible for him to work in the industry, seems to be more painful than killing him directly.
What kind of person is Senior Brother?
If you call him bad, he didn't actually commit seven killings and seven escapes; if you call him good, he managed to cause such a mess at someone's funeral.

Su Ling'er sighed, her eyes showing less fear and rejection, and more helplessness and... a wry smile of indulgence.

Forget it, following this unpredictable "devil," I'll probably need to toughen my heart to be harder than iron. As long as he doesn't kill anyone... let him play pranks if he wants!
It's better than rivers of blood...right?
However, the Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and humanity escapes to one? The eldest brother is the "forty-nine," who is in charge of causing trouble, and I am the "one," who is in charge of cleaning up his mess.

I hope not... otherwise, the prospect of living like this from now on feels a little scary...

The wailing man's laughter abruptly stopped, and excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body. He was then dragged out of the An family mansion by the servants.

A man who looked like a butler pulled a money pouch from his pocket and threw it at his face: "You can't smile anymore after being hit? Heh, get lost!!!"

After he finished speaking, the gate of the An residence slammed shut in front of him with a "bang"...

……

Rain shrouded the entire city of Anhe. Lin Qingfeng and Su Ling'er walked along the already wet wooden path and finally arrived at the gate of the Su residence.

In front of the Su residence, a huge cloth tent was erected, and under the tent, several servants were struggling to lift an empty iron pot onto a cart.

Rainwater dripped down through the gaps in the roof, splashing ripples on the ground. Another figure beside the tent caught Lin Qingfeng's attention.

In the corner, a man dressed in tattered clothes was squatting. He had a buzz cut, dark skin, and was covered in grime.

He saw the man holding a chipped earthenware bowl, slurping down the porridge. Lin Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and saw an ID above the man's head.

【Jiang Shi】

Wow, how did he end up begging for food here?

Lin Qingfeng watched as the player named Jiang Shi finished the last drop of porridge in his bowl, then shouted loudly towards the gate of the Su residence, "May God bless you!"

After shouting, he grabbed the empty bowl and ran across the street to the eaves of a building, where he found a sheltered corner to squat down.

Well, this guy's not begging like a prefect in the real world anymore, he's running off to beg in Anhe City, huh? Is he trying to win the title of "Number One Crossover Beggar"? No, wait, he should be called the Prefect of Anhe City now, right?

Lin Qingfeng saw Jiang Shi squatting in the corner, with no one in front of him, but his mouth was opening and closing. Was he... doing a live broadcast?

So he quickly opened the game live stream interface, searched for Jiang Shi's live stream channel, and clicked in.

……

Across the street, under the eaves.

Jiang Shi gestured at the air in front of him.

"Brothers! It's almost time for dinner!!! Tie Tie, I love to tell the truth, today's jungler is the Su family of Anhe City."

"His porridge is really good! The rice grains are cooked until they're soft and fluffy, and he even added red dates and goji berries! You can always come here and wait around when you're begging for food!"

"As for the money? The Empress Dowager has already paid for it for me!"

……

Su Ling'er looked at the crew-cut beggar muttering to himself in the corner, her eyes filled with confusion.

No... and begging, is he really that proud of it...? Is this person out of their mind? Or is he a lunatic...? Then, she remembered the begging tricks that her senior brother had shared before.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Qingfeng.

No way... You guys didn't actually rely on this kind of begging trick and belief to get your way from the mortal world to the cultivation world, and finally obtain a demonic sect inheritance?
This comeback story is terrifying!

Just as she was lost in thought, her gaze fell on the figure directing the servants under the shed.

That familiar yet increasingly blurred figure, that figure, a little more hunched than in my memory, her hair still tied in a bun, only now with a few strands of silver in it.

Su's mother was bending over, wiping the edge of the iron pot with a rag, muttering something under her breath.

"Be careful, everyone! We'll need this pot tomorrow, so don't bump or scratch it!"

"And those rice bags over there, hurry up and move them inside, they'll be ruined if they get rained on!"

Her voice was still so familiar. Su Ling'er stood across the street, raindrops dripping from her hair. She lifted her foot, then put it down again.

Three years have passed, and she still doesn't know how to start the conversation, what to say as her first words, or what would be the most appropriate thing to say...

Lin Qingfeng, who was standing beside her and watching the live stream, did not urge her.

After wiping the pot, Su's mother straightened up and rubbed her lower back. She glanced up casually and her eyes met Su Ling'er's across the street in the rain.

The mother's actions of directing the servants stopped at that moment as she looked at the girl in black, standing in the rain across the street.

That figure... could it be Ling'er returning?
The thought had barely crossed my mind when it was extinguished by a chill.

Perhaps this is yet another case of mistaken identity...

Ling'er is cultivating at Qingxu Temple, a place of immortals. How could she look so travel-worn? Moreover, that child... loves to wear red, but this girl in front of me is dressed in a chilling black.

Perhaps they just look somewhat similar... After all, how many times has this illusion occurred over the past three years?
(End of this chapter)