Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

"Their old stronghold has been destroyed?!"

Li Feng felt that he had developed some courage during this period, but the fear of death hidden in his bones was still there. He had not yet fully learned his skills, so how could he dare to actually destroy someone else's stronghold?

Moreover, judging from Mr. Lin's words, he still had to go by himself, which was no different from attending a banquet at Hongmen.

"How could it not be their lair that's been destroyed! Kid, think about it. These guys are all heartless killers. Needless to say, they don't even care about human lives. They'd do anything for some kind of ascension method."

"Right now, you're blocking their path to survival. If you don't die, how can they feel at ease? They'll definitely use you to make up for this mess. There will be plenty of opportunities to profit from this in the future..."

"Furthermore, look at that old woman, forced to come here to make a fortune through evil deeds. Who knows how many lives she has taken from the Ping family behind the scenes? We cultivators can't do without this kind of unseen merit. If you can destroy her hideout, wouldn't you accumulate a lot of unseen merit?"

"What's there to be afraid of! Everyone has a temper, and with me backing you up, even a fierce demon would have to bow down and kowtow!"

Listening to Mr. Lin's words, Li Feng's courage hardened. He realized that Mr. Lin was right. If they didn't nip the problem in the bud, there would definitely be future troubles.

However, Li Feng was considering that this matter needed to be thought out carefully, otherwise, if he went rashly, his life would be in serious trouble.

"May I ask Mr. Lin, what are the backgrounds of these people from the Ascension Sect? Are they also members of the sect?"

Li Feng glanced at Mr. Lin, pondering something. He had learned some things from Liang Daozi before, and thought it would be better to find out more.

"No, those people can be from any kind of 'street vendor' anywhere. Their so-called 'education for all' and 'making a business that attracts all kinds of immortals' are quite boastful, aren't they? But think about it, how could the world have so many more 'street vendors' out of nowhere?"

"We're all in debt..."

Upon hearing Mr. Lin mention this, Li Feng's eyelids twitched. He didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of revealing something. It seemed that Tiandi Money House did indeed have a background.

"So, this group of people can't walk the right path, they can only walk the crooked path, hence they're all just wild and unorthodox people, with no real foundation."

Hearing this, Li Feng was overjoyed and quickly asked, "So, according to that theory, they all worship the picnic god!"

Mr. Lin, chewing on salted beans, glanced at Li Feng with a curious look. "Hey kid, don't bully this old man anymore! How come you knew nothing when I asked you before, but all you know about the picnic here!"

Li Feng was speechless and could only brush it off by saying that he often heard it from the storytellers in the county.

"That's true. There are some experts in the city. This picnic is real, but there are some tricks to it. They're related to the boatmen on the river, and they worship the river officials."

Mr. Lin nodded and explained the situation clearly.

"So, who exactly is this river herder?!"

Li Feng was determined to get to the bottom of things.

"River herder, what else could he be? Just an old turtle that's become powerful on the river, who ate a lot of rotting corpses in the mud before gaining sentience... Wait, kid, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

Mr. Lin was taken aback by what Li Feng said. He thought he had been radical enough, but he didn't expect Li Feng to be even more outrageous. He was trying to uproot someone's roots.

"No, no, sir, what are you saying? With my skills, how could I dare to do something like that?"

Li Feng said this, but he had a different thought in his heart. If he was going to do it, he would do it big and overturn their old temple. What could they possibly do then?

Li Feng dared to do this not because he lacked ambition, but because he had heard about the "picnic" thing when he was sewing up Liang Daozi's body.

Of course, that's the proper name, but in a more formal context, it's called "Wild Fox Zen."

On the other hand, when it comes to Liang Daozi's life, Li Feng also feels a bit sad.

According to the simulator, it's said that what is destined to be yours will eventually come, and what is not, you shouldn't force.

The Liang family were executioners who came from humble beginnings. His father had saved a martial arts practitioner who had fallen into the water and then passed on his skills to him. However, execution was a job that involved suppressing evil spirits, so it was a profession done by unorthodox methods.

Liang Daozi's father worshipped a fierce knife, which could suppress evil spirits and also lick blood. If it lacked the nourishment of blood, it would harm people.

It was Liang Daozi's fate to suffer misfortune. His knife was only fed with a mouthful of blood, but the court was slow to execute anyone, and the knife was thirsty. So Liang Daozi set his sights on Li Feng.

Unfortunately, his scheme backfired, and he ended up losing his entire family in the process.

What Li Feng was really thinking about was this murderous knife. It was this very knife that had extinguished the ferocity of the large cauldron; otherwise, things would not be so peaceful in Suolong Village right now.

With this thought in mind, Li Feng drew the murderous knife from his person, the blade of which was already somewhat warped, a condition he had developed from cutting too many skulls.

It was called a knife, but in reality, only half of the blade remained, stained with foul-smelling blood.

The hilt of the knife is tied with a red ribbon, and holding it evokes a murderous urge, demonstrating the knife's extremely vicious nature.

Li Feng didn't need to worry about not being able to handle the knife; just by holding it, words appeared before his eyes.

[Tiandi Tongbao, belonging to Tiandi Qianzhuang, operates in the name of Tiandi, bestowing wealth through virtue; as wealth accumulates, debts are cleared, with each debt earning 100,000!]

With just this 100,000 debt merit, he was confident he could handle this deadly blade.

Despite its menacing appearance, the knife was rather limp in Li Feng's hands, after all, he owed money.

Strangely enough, Li Feng was only thinking about going to cause trouble for the so-called river hermit, and the ruthless knife was overjoyed, even considering asking Li Feng to step down and going himself.

But one's life shouldn't be tied up in a single rope, so Li Feng should discuss it carefully with Mr. Lin.

Just as Li Feng was thinking this, there was a loud commotion outside. Before he even got outside, he could hear Yang Liuzi coming from afar, his voice very urgent.

"I'm looking for Master Li, you, you, you, you're not good enough..."

Yang Liuzi's words infuriated Mr. Lin, who had come out to greet him. He stood aside, puffing out his beard and glaring, his arms crossed, looking utterly pretentious.

Upon seeing Li Feng arrive, her expression softened slightly. She hurriedly grabbed Li Feng's hand and said, "Oh, Master, you've finally made an appearance! The county is in an uproar, a huge uproar..."

"What's wrong? Don't worry, come in and have a glass of water!"

Seeing Yang Liuzi covered in sweat, Li Feng quickly said...

"No more drinking, no more drinking! If we drink any more, we'll all die! You damned villains, you've got your eyes on the nobleman from the prefectural city. You're going to sacrifice his whole family! The expert who came with him said we need to find a capable shrine protector!"

"After searching around, you were the only one I could find..."