The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Zhao Wuji dropped the water ladle in his hand into the bucket without even realizing it.

He stared intently at the open space in the center of the courtyard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

That brick seemed to have never existed.

Not even a speck of ash remained.

Is this some kind of renovation?

This is like bringing the eighteen levels of hell from the underworld into your own backyard as a security booth.

He stiffly turned his head to look at Chu Chen, who was sitting on the stone bench, swinging his short legs.

Chu Chen happened to look over as well, still chewing on an apple that Lin Jianguo had just washed.

"Chief Zhao, what are you standing there for?"

"Finished the work?"

Zhao Wuji jolted awake, snapping back to his senses, his back bent like a boiled shrimp.

"No...it's not finished! We'll get to it now, right away!"

He picked up the water ladle and frantically scooped water, shivering as he poured it into the vegetable garden, splashing mud all over his trousers.

We can't afford to mess with them.

This guy is really not someone you can mess with.

In Qianlongju, chopping wood and carrying water are considered blessings.

That would be a real tragedy if it were ever used as fertilizer and buried in a vegetable garden.

……

Two days later, at night.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Five dark figures, like ghosts, silently crossed the high wall of Qianlong Residence, landing without disturbing a single leaf.

The five men exchanged hand gestures, their movements perfectly synchronized, clearly indicating they were well-trained assassins.

The leader of the men in black, codenamed "Ghost One," crouched down, picked up a bit of soil, and sniffed it.

There was no smell of blood.

There were no signs of a struggle.

Just as the intelligence report stated, the ghost doctor named Wu Sen has disappeared on his own.

He raised his head and surveyed the dark courtyard.

It's too quiet.

It was eerily quiet.

Not even a single insect chirping could be heard.

This is not normal.

Guiyi made a "warning" gesture, and like a cheetah hunting its prey, crouched down and slowly took a step forward.

He stepped precisely onto a paved bluestone slab.

The moment his feet touched the ground.

"Buzz—"

A soft, ancient-sounding tremor echoed beneath his feet.

Ghost's pupils suddenly contracted.

Oh no! There's a formation!

"withdraw……"

He hadn't even uttered the word "retreat" yet.

"Ring ring—"

Under the eaves of the east wing, the strange wind chimes that looked harmless suddenly started ringing without warning.

The sound was crisp, even somewhat melodious.

But to the five ghosts, it sounded more terrifying than a death knell.

A bronze-colored streak of light, faster than lightning, shot out from the wind chime.

The man in black at the very end of the line didn't even have time to let out a scream before a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

The next second, his head flew into the air, his body still in a forward-leaning posture, and he took two steps before collapsing to the ground with a "thud".

"Enemy attack!"

"Form ranks!"

The ghost's eyes widened in horror as it roared fiercely.

But it was too late.

In the courtyard, the strange stones that Chu Chen had casually placed were now all glowing with a faint red light.

The red light merged into one, enveloping the entire courtyard.

The air instantly became thick and viscous.

The surrounding scenery began to distort.

In their eyes, the artificial mountain became a monstrous beast ready to devour anyone, the vines in the flowerbed transformed into ropes binding immortals, and even a blade of grass on the ground exuded a chilling murderous intent.

"what!"

Another man in black screamed and fell to the ground.

He covered his eyes, blood seeping through his fingers; the hallucinations he saw had directly attacked his soul.

"What the hell is this thing?!"

"It's a celestial formation! Get out of there!"

The remaining three panicked completely. They brandished their weapons and slashed wildly in all directions, but only managed to hit empty air.

Just as they lost their composure and fell into despair.

"Squeak—"

The door to the woodshed in the backyard was kicked open.

"Guys, we've got a job! Let's get them!"

Zhou Tian rushed out carrying a large axe, his face full of excitement, looking like a ruthless bandit who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Behind him followed a large group of people.

Zhao Wuji, the former master of Xuanyao Valley, was carrying a large ladle for scooping out latrines.

Zhao Tiansha, the former Grand Elder of Xuanyao Valley, held two large pruning shears in his hands.

Yan Zhengqing, the former head of the cultural relics inspection team, is holding his gleaming wood-chopping axe.

And then there were those international spies with bruised and swollen faces, holding brooms, hoes, and shovels...

These "labor camp inmates," who had been fighting tooth and nail over a magical sweet potato during the day, now had their eyes shining and their faces beaming with the joy of finding a new toy.

"Damn it! You guys weren't this enthusiastic even when the toilet was clogged!" Zhou Tian cursed and rushed forward first.

The three of them were completely dumbfounded.

What happened to the promised night raid and massacre?

Why did a reinforced company of strong men suddenly appear in the courtyard of Qianlong Residence?

Moreover, these people were dressed in tattered clothes and carried all sorts of weapons. They didn't look like a regular army at all; they looked more like a beggars' guild holding its annual meeting.

"Take down the one with the spoon first! He looks the weakest!" Guiyi still wanted to organize a counterattack.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji immediately flew into a rage.

"You're the one who uses the spoon! Your whole family uses the spoon!"

"I am the chief manager of the outhouse at Qianlongju!"

He roared and swung the large latrine ladle in his hand with tremendous force, carrying an indescribable stench, and slapped it towards Gui Yi's face.

The ghost was so overwhelmed by the smell that it became dizzy and nearly died on the spot.

He tried to dodge, but the formation slowed his movements by half a beat.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The large spoon landed squarely on Gui Yi's face.

The world is quiet now.

Before the remaining two men in black could react, they were swarmed by the "Firewood Squad" led by Yan Zhengqing and Zhao Tiansha, and were given a sound beating.

Punches and kicks, axe handles to hit heads, brooms to slap faces.

The whole process emphasizes the disregard for martial ethics and the sheer joy of a group brawl.

The battle ended in less than three minutes.

Of the five elite assassins from the Black Lotus Cult, four were beaten black and blue and tied up like dumplings.

There was another one, its head still rolling in the corner of the yard.

"Sigh, this job wasn't challenging at all." Zhou Tian wiped the drool off his axe, looking like he hadn't had enough.

"Exactly, not warmed up enough." Zhao Wuji flicked his wrist and glanced disdainfully at the unconscious Gui Yi on the ground.

Just then.

"What's all the noise about in the middle of the night? Can't a person get some sleep?"

Chu Chen, wearing a yellow duck-themed onesie pajamas, yawned as he slowly walked out of the main house.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, glanced at the row of "zongzi" kneeling at the bottom of the steps, then at the headless corpse on the ground, and curled his lip in disgust.

"Sigh, I told you to fix the door properly, but I still ended up making the house dirty."

He sighed, looking utterly helpless.

"Zhou Tian" (周天).

"Here!" Zhou Tian immediately stood up straight.

Chu Chen pointed to the corpses on the ground and the prisoners.

"That one, drag it out and bury it, use it as fertilizer."

"Don't return these items; inspect them first."

He walked up to the group of men in black who had been beaten beyond recognition, squatted down, and poked one of them in the face.

"Zhou Tian, ​​go and get our 'Qianlongju New Employee Registration Form'."

"Handle the onboarding procedures for these few people."

Chu Chen tilted his head and asked in a childish voice:

"Uncles, don't be nervous, it's just filling out a form."

"Name, code name, home address, and... what's your Black Lotus Cult's social security number?"