Under One Person: The Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

Chapter 354 Taking Over Lü Family Village

The Quanxing members stood at a distance watching Cheng Mo and Lü Huan operate, their necks craned out.

Someone muttered quietly, "What is he doing? Why did he let that person out?"

The person next to him shook his head: "I don't know, as long as it's not someone surnamed Lü, it'll be fine?"

Cheng Mo continued to examine the sac, picking out those from Lü Ci's lineage and throwing them into another cloth bag.

After selecting forty-three food sacs, they neatly arranged them in front of Han Dan'er.

Cheng Mo handed the cloth bag containing the people to Han Dan'er: "Han Dan'er, keep an eye on these things, don't hand them over to anyone."

Han Dan'er took the cloth bag, hugged it to his chest, and nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, big brother, I won't give it to anyone."

Cheng Mo added, "You won't hand it over even if your master tells you to."

The simpleton thought for a moment, then scratched his head: "Even if Master tells me to hand it over, I won't."

He turned his head and glanced at Yuan Tao, his eyes surprisingly showing a hint of wariness.

Yuan Tao stood not far away, his lips twitching slightly, his face wrinkled together.

He did indeed go looking for Han Dan'er last night. While Han Dan'er was gnawing on a pig's trotter, he reached into Han Dan'er's clothes to touch his nipples. As a result, Han Dan'er grabbed his wrist with such force that he almost broke his bones.

At that moment, Han Dan'er's round face was full of seriousness: "Master, my older brother said we can't show this to others."

Yuan Tao was so angry she almost fainted. Her apprentice, whom she had raised for so many years, had turned against her.

Hearing what Han Dan'er said, Yuan Tao's face turned even worse. Her lips trembled, and she felt a terrible toothache.

Cheng Mo patted Han Dan'er's belly, then patted Lü Ci's shoulder.

Lu Ci made a "sound" in his throat, and then suddenly he was able to speak.

"Cheng Mo! You..."

Cheng Mo flicked his finger, and Lü Ci's voice was cut off again; his mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Cheng Mo said with a grin, "Old Lu, don't rush, you have plenty of time to talk. Now shut up."

He turned to the Quanxing members and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go, don't just stand there."

Cheng Mo led Lü Ci in front, Xia He led Lü Huan beside him, Ding An walked at the back, and the Quanxing people followed behind Ding An. The procession left Lü Family Village in a grand procession.

Not far from the village entrance, several members of the Quanxing secretly stopped.

The bald, burly man squatted against the wall, and after the main group had gone far away, he gave a wink to the few people next to him.

The five men—a man in a floral shirt, a blond man, and two other young men—exchanged glances and quietly walked back.

They scaled the wall and entered Lüjia Village, reaching the row of unconscious Lüjia family members at the base of the wall.

The bald, burly man squatted down and reached out to grab someone's collar.

A hand reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

The bald, burly man looked up and saw a man in a Nadotong work uniform standing in front of him, expressionless.

There were seven or eight other people in work clothes standing nearby, completely blocking the alley.

The leader was a young man in his early thirties who took out a walkie-talkie and said, "Captain, we caught a few who came back. Yes, five."

The bald, burly man's face paled: "You—you know everything, what are you doing here?"

The young man ignored him and waved his hand: "Take him away."

The bald, burly man tried to run, but as soon as he took a step, he was struck on the back of the head. Everything went black, and he knew nothing more.

The other four were the same; before they could even resist, they were pinned to the ground, their hands and feet tied, and stuffed into a white van.

After the bread truck drove away, the people from Na Du Tong continued to guard around Lüjia Village, completely surrounding the village.

Cheng Mo and his group led the Quanxing people to the mountains and found a wide open meadow.

The grass was so tall it reached above my ankles, and when the wind blew, green waves rolled into the distance.

Cheng Mo told the Quanxing members to step back, saying he had something to say to Lü Ci, and that he would distribute the rewards after he finished.

The Quanxing members reluctantly retreated, but their eyes remained fixed on Cheng Mo, craning their necks as if they wanted to rip off their ears and throw them over.

Ding Shian walked up to the Quanxing people, crossed his arms, and stood next to Han Dan'er.

The members of Quanxing looked at Ding An, then at the cloth bag in Han Dan'er's arms, swallowed hard, and none of them dared to move forward.

They retreated several hundred meters away, surrounding Cheng Mo and his group like a flock of vultures crouching beside their prey.

Cheng Mo clapped his hands: "Alright, now that there are no outsiders, let's all condemn Uncle Lü. Huanhuan, would you like to go first, or Uncle Zizhong?"

Lü Huan looked at Wang Zizhong.

Wang Zizhong stood next to Cheng Mo, his hands hanging at his sides, his expression complex.

He looked at Lü Ci, and Lü Ci looked at him. One's eyes were filled with hatred and entanglement, while the other's eyes were filled with anger and disdain.

Cheng Mo waited for two seconds, then waved his hand: "Never mind, Lü Ci, you should kowtow to Huanhuan first."

Lu Ci was furious: "Xiao Yi"

Cheng Mo ignored everything else and kicked Lü Ci in the back of the knee.

puff.

Lu Ci knelt on the ground, his knees slamming into the grass, creating two dents.

Cheng Mo pressed down on the back of Lü Ci's head.

thump.

Lu Ci's head hit the grass, leaving a head-shaped dent.

Cheng Mo pressed it again.

thump.

Another pitfall.

Cheng Mo pressed it again.

thump.

The three pits were neatly arranged in a row, like three sticks of incense.

Not to mention Lü Huan and Wang Zizhong, even Xia He was shocked.

Xia He opened her mouth as if to say something, but after glancing at Cheng Mo's expression, she ultimately remained silent.

Cheng Mo's idea was simple: first, give Lü Ci a package deal based on the original work, and then proceed as needed.

Lu Ci lay on the ground, trembling all over, whether from anger or shame, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, with blood seeping from between her fingers.

Cheng Mo turned to Lü Huan: "Alright, Huanhuan, tell your great-grandfather about the memories you saw, so he understands why he should kowtow to you and why you should help us deal with the Lü family."

Upon hearing this, Lü Ci's body trembled.

He had some guesses in his mind, but he wasn't sure, so he looked at Lü Huan.

Lu Huan's eyes were filled with sorrow, and her voice was very soft: "Great-grandfather, in the autumn of four or five years ago, I knew what you had done."

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Lu Ci's expression froze, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning.

Lü Huan once again recounted everything in a humorous way.

From the moment Duanmu Ying was captured by Lü Ci and brought back to Lü Family Village, to the days and nights he spent locked in the cellar, to the days and nights he spent being forced to use his double-handed skills to create a cultivation furnace to nurture his offspring, to his death in despair, to his burial in the wilderness without even a tombstone.

Her tone was devoid of personal emotion, as if she were reading a report, without a single unnecessary punctuation mark.

But tears welled up in her eyes, streamed down her cheeks, and dripped onto the grass.

Wang Zizhong was in tears, covering his mouth to stop himself from crying out loud, but his shoulders were shaking, and he looked like a leaf swaying in the wind and rain.

Cheng Mo stopped joking around when he heard this.

Undeniably, Duanmu Ying later became even more insane than a mad dog. But that was also caused by Lü Ci.

You reap what you sow; you get what you ask for.

Lu Ci trembled all over, his lips quivering several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "How—how do you know all this?"

Lu Huan said softly, "Grandpa, the probability of awakening the Dual Hands is not low, but without exception, only the Blue Hand, which you call the Soul-Clearing Technique, is awakened. If life and death are equal, even if one awakens first, the Red Hand should appear first. You've always been puzzled by this, haven't you?"

Lu Ci's pupils contracted slightly.

Lu Huan continued, "You repeatedly asked your great-grandmother about this, but her answer was always the same: she didn't know either."

Lu Ci felt a chill run down his spine: "She really did tamper with the inheritance?"

Lu Huan shook his head: "Our lineage is perfectly healthy, both physically and mentally, so you can rest assured, sir."

How could Lü Ci possibly feel at ease?

Lü Huan looks very abnormal right now!

Lü Huan continued, "My great-grandmother simply mixed her memories into the red life-bound hand, causing the imbalance in the dual-wielding hand's proportions. And when I awakened the dual-wielding hand, I naturally gained this memory, experiencing everything from my great-grandmother's perspective—that's all."

She spoke casually, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Lu Ci trembled all over, his eyes wide with anger, and his veins bulged all over his body, like an old dog whose tail had been stepped on: "How dare she!"

How dare she! If she hates me and wants revenge, come at me! You! You are hers…

He couldn't continue.

Lu Huan wiped her eyes, her tone cold: "Do you think we're her children? Or rather, are we even her children as 'human beings'?"

Lü Ci was stunned.