Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"What did you say?!"

Helian angrily grabbed his confidant by the collar, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"That Lin Mo, he came alone!?"

"Yes...yes, chieftain!"

The confidant pointed towards the gate, his words barely coherent.

"Batu's body... was... was thrown into the outer village, directly thrown in from outside the wall!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

One of the leaders slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"The outer wall of White Wolf Stronghold is three meters high, how did he manage to throw it in!"

"They really were thrown in!"

The confidant replied in alarm.

"Bullshit! I think you're just drunk, kid. I'll kill you!"

"That's enough!"

Seeing that his men were about to make a move, Helian stopped them in anger.

"Let's go see what's going on!"

Helian Nu waved his hand and rushed to the door in three strides, forcefully pushing open the inner gate of the village.

Everyone's gaze turned outwards as the village gate opened.

In the courtyard of the outer village, a bloody, mangled human-shaped figure lay quietly on the ground.

It was Ba and Batu who were sent out.

However, that bloody mess could no longer be called a corpse; it was clearly a pile of flesh that had been brutally smashed to pieces.

Looking at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground, an uncontrollable rage surged from the soles of Helian Nu's feet to the top of his head.

"Lin Mo!"

Helian roared in fury, his facial muscles contorting wildly with rage.

Deceiving too much!

This is a blatant slap in the face!

He had just become the chieftain when the messenger he sent out was beaten to a pulp and thrown back. If word got out, how could he face anyone?

"Chief! I'm taking the brothers out and chopping that brat into mincemeat!"

A burly leader immediately volunteered for battle, grabbing his scimitar and preparing to charge out.

Behind him, several equally furious leaders stepped forward, their scimitars scraping the ground, sparks flying.

"Get the hell back here, all of you!"

Helian roared angrily, causing the group to stop in their tracks.

Everyone in the courtyard was stunned, not understanding why the chieftain had suddenly called a halt.

Helian Nu stared intently at the lump of rotten flesh on the ground, his chest heaving violently, but his mind was racing.

Not right.

This is very unusual.

That Lin Mo, who was able to quietly swallow up the Azure Dragon Society and the Black Tiger Gang, is definitely not a fool.

Someone came here to die?

How could that be?

There's definitely something fishy going on here!

If he were to lead his men out in a rush now and fall into an ambush, the prestige that Helian Nu had just established today would become a huge joke!

"All of you, calm down!"

Helian Nu suppressed his murderous intent and kicked the leader who had volunteered to fight back.

"Come with me to the top of the wall!"

"I'll see what this pretty boy is really up to!"

Having said that, Helian Nu turned around first and stormed up the high stockade wall.

Although the other leaders were puzzled, they dared not disobey the chieftain's orders, so they all picked up their weapons and followed.

Standing on the stockade wall, Helian Nu looked down at the outside world.

really.

Not far from the village gate, a person was standing.

The man was dressed in white, with a tall and straight figure, and rode a magnificent white horse.

In this chaotic and filthy area of ​​the West City, he was so clean it was as if he had wandered onto the wrong movie set.

The barbarian men on the wall looked at each other, completely baffled.

"What the hell? Is he really all alone?"

"Was it scared out of its wits and came to surrender?"

"Bullshit! Would surrendering kill Batu? I think he's just here to provoke us!"

"Damn it! I don't care what he's here for! If he dares to come, I'll chop him to death!"

After a brief moment of doubt, came unbridled mockery and insults.

A barbarian grabbed a half-eaten lamb leg bone and threw it in Lin Mo's direction, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"You little gigolo! Didn't your mother teach you to go home for milk when it gets dark?!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the wall.

Another person went even further, unbuckled his belt, and pretended to urinate down there.

"Come, come! Grandpa will give you a hot bath to warm you up!"

Various foul and obscene words, unbearable to hear.

The entire stockade wall was filled with the savagery and arrogance unique to barbarians.

However, Lin Mo, standing below the wall, remained oblivious to all of this.

He didn't even lift his head.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Lin Mo dismounted slowly.

Immediately afterwards, he waved his hand, and a table appeared out of thin air, landing steadily on the ground.

The barbarians on the wall were completely bewildered.

"???"

What's going on?

Is it a magic trick?

They rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

Before they could react, Lin Mo waved his hand again.

A cushioned stool appeared in front of the table.

This is not over yet.

The next second, Lin Mo took out a guqin and placed it on the table.

The zither was crystal clear, as if it had been carved from ten thousand years of black ice. Within its body, there was a faint shimmering light, as if it had imprisoned a ray of moonlight.

This is the reward he received when he opened the Gu Ling'er gift pack – the [Xi Yue Qin].

Finally, Lin Mo took out an exquisite incense burner.

He slowly took out the tinderbox and lit the calming incense in the stove.

A wisp of smoke rose gently, carrying the pleasant scent of sandalwood, and drifted into the air.

After doing all this, Lin Mo sat down leisurely, moved his fingers and wrists, and made a series of crisp "crackling" sounds.

"..."

There was a deathly silence on the stockade wall.

All the barbarian men, including Helian Nu, were dumbfounded.

What the hell is this?

This arrogant yet elegant style completely stunned the brute whose mind was filled with nothing but muscles and women.

They considered whether Lin Mo had come to beg for mercy, to challenge them, or even to set up an ambush.

But to their utter surprise, Lin Mo came directly from his front door, set up a table, and started playing the piano!

What is this?

This is contempt!

It was utter contempt, a complete and utter disregard for the White Wolf Stronghold!

"Aaaaaahh ...

Helian Nu finally realized what was happening, and he exploded with rage, letting out a deafening roar.

He felt his dignity being repeatedly rubbed into the ground by the other party!

"Archers!!"

"Bring all the archers here!"

This roar instantly snapped everyone out of their daze.

Immediately afterwards, all the guards on the wall were summoned.

They quickly drew their bows and aimed at the white-clad figure below the wall.

Helian Nu's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the leisurely figure beneath the wall and roared with all his might:

"Shoot him into a pincushion! Now! Immediately!!"

The archers on the wall received the order and immediately drew their bows and shot arrows.

shhhhhhhh!

Countless arrows shot out with a whooshing sound, falling like raindrops.

However, all the arrows sank helplessly into the soil a few steps away from Lin Mo.

I couldn't touch him at all.

One of the leaders in charge glanced at the distance and his face turned green.

He moved closer to Helian Nu, his voice trembling.

"Chief...Chief...I can't hit him..."

"He...he's outside our firing range..."

"puff--"

Helian spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.

He then realized that Lin Mo had chosen a spot that was exactly a little beyond the maximum range of the bow and arrow.

Scheming!

It was all a scheme!

That little bastard, he's been playing them for fools from the very beginning!

Helian was trembling with rage, but there was nothing he could do but watch Lin Mo show off below.

Under the angry, frustrated, and helpless gaze of all the barbarian men.

Lin Mo finally adjusted his sitting posture.

He gently placed his slender fingers on the Xiyueqin.

next second.

"Zheng—"

A clear and ethereal melody from the zither traveled over the towering walls and into the White Wolf Village.