I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

River, Evening, Fishing.

River, morning, shrimp?

"It's my fault for panicking back then and not realizing it. You like dressing up as a man, right? I know your identity, but you don't know mine. How interesting... I'm really looking forward to seeing your expression six months from now when I pretend to be Huang Quan and bump into you."

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Car... Such a Fast Car

Twenty-seven days ago.

"Is this a crime? No, it's not a crime at all! What friend? That's clearly a thief who stole my carriage!"

As always, Zhang San stood guard beside the teleportation array in Red Lotus City.

However, his mood has recently undergone some subtle changes.

The carriage he lent to his drinking buddy was driving illegally on the street and ran over a man, killing him instantly. The wheel ran right over his face.

The deceased only had time to say one sentence before he died: "The car... such a fast car."

According to Zhang San's friend, Zhang San only needs to pay some money to resolve the matter.

If that family dares to cause trouble again, we'll make sure they're left with no one to turn to.

This world is so cruel; having a higher social status can be incredibly advantageous.

Zhang San felt that this would be against his conscience, so he came up with this best plan.

Just then, an elderly man with a limp and white hair appeared, wearing a coat covered in patches that was so worn that the original color was almost unrecognizable.

He was carrying a bulging cloth bag in one hand, which, like his clothes, gave off a 'dirty' vibe, and its contents were unknown.

An old man, pulling along a seemingly absent-minded young girl, limped over.

"Excuse me, is this a spellcasting array?"

Zhang San was still thinking about how to get the person who wanted to sue him arrested, hoping to perform exceptionally well.

So, Li Si, who was in the same position, glanced at the old man and chimed in: "What do you mean by 'transmission array'? This is a teleportation array. You're ignorant."

Based on common sense, Li Si's profession dictates that he would never utter the last three words. Such an attitude towards people would naturally prevent him from holding a reception position for long.

Moreover, given the exceptionally lucrative nature of his position, countless people are waiting for him to make a mistake and seize upon it.

Li Si was always a cautious person.

Unfortunately, I encountered an evil spirit today.

He noticed the girl's wandering gaze behind the old man and felt a strange sense of irritation, as if she didn't even notice him.

A sense of inferiority arises without any apparent reason, an inferiority complex on a life level.

Instinct made him want to dispel this inferiority complex.

Why should I feel inferior when you're a poor, lame old man with a little devil?

Li Si, as if possessed, desperately sought to gain confidence from the other person. Fortunately, his usual personality allowed him to retain some restraint in his words: "Go away, go away, this is not a place for you."

The old man quickly waved his hand and explained, "No, no, I'm looking for this place. I asked many people, and they said that to go to a very far place, you can only take this way to transmit the magic and send out the array."

Li Si became even more irritated and cursed under his breath, "country bumpkin."

He squinted at the two of them, instantly looking down on them: "Sit? Look at your poor, pathetic appearance, can you even afford to sit?"

"Yes, yes, I have money now."

The old cripple fumbled around and pulled out all the loose silver Jiang Wanyu had given him.

Indeed, after Huang Quan left, he got up and noticed the broken silver on the ground, and picked it up with a heavy heart.

"My lord, is that enough?"

The old cripple's heart was bleeding; so much money...

There was nothing he could do. During his inquiry, he had heard that making this thing called "transmission of magic and array" was extremely expensive, and most people couldn't afford the cost of riding it.

The address "Sir" soothed Li Si's agitated heart somewhat, and his tone softened a bit: "It depends on the distance. If it's the next city, two people should be enough."

The old cripple uttered the name he had been longing for all along the way: "Sir, I don't want to go to the next city, I want to go to the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

Li Si was bewildered: "Where?"

The old cripple said with certainty, "The Heavenly Demon Sect!"

Li Si instantly jumped up: "Heavenly Demon Sect? The Heavenly Demon Sect? I think you're not going to the Heavenly Demon Sect, you've gone mad! Do you even know how far Red Lotus City is from the Heavenly Demon Sect?!"

Is it far?

The old cripple looked troubled, hesitating for a moment.

He had been wandering the streets for several years and had seen many similar situations.

The implication is usually: This is a difficult matter for you, and you'll have to pay more.

The old cripple gritted his teeth, took out all his possessions, and a heavy gold ingot appeared in his hand: "Sir, is this enough?"

Li Si didn't answer him. Instead, his tone sharpened, and he grabbed Li Si's collar: "Where did this gold ingot come from? Tell me!"

The old cripple's tone when addressing the elder was humble yet practiced, and even the clothes he wore, if they had fallen into the hands of a poor family, would be so washed that their original color was completely obscured.

It's alright if it's just loose silver; maybe it's a sum of money they've painstakingly saved up for somewhere.

Li Si had every reason to doubt the origin of the gold ingot: "If you can't tell me, then come with me!"

"I found it..."

The common people fear O, and the old cripple, a typical ordinary person, has an innate fear of Li Si.

He stretched out his hand, which bore the imprint of a dog, and instinctively tried to pull away the hand gripping his collar, but dared not: "Sir, I found this."

The old cripple figured that even if someone else gave it to him, the man in front of him probably wouldn't believe it anyway.

"Found it? You found gold and didn't hand it over to the City Lord's Mansion? Don't you know the rules of Red Lotus City? We don't pick up lost items!"

Li Si snatched the gold from the old cripple's hand: "Here you go, give it to me for safekeeping. I'll hand it over to the city lord's mansion whenever I have time and remember to do so."

The old cripple's eyes turned red at that moment. He didn't care about the difference in their status. Without this money, they couldn't go to the Heavenly Demon Sect. Were they going to wait to die in Red Lotus City?

"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"

"Are you trying to steal from our city lord's mansion?"

Li Si casually shoved the person aside.

The old cripple's frail body couldn't withstand Li Si's casual push, who was at the Qi Refining level. He staggered and fell headfirst, a groan escaping his lips. His whole body trembled, he almost fainted, and his consciousness gradually faded.

Li Si didn't notice that the moment the old cripple fell, Liu Xiyao's face showed pain and her eyes were darting around.

"Tsk, why isn't this kid reacting at all? What an ingrate! What bad luck! Zhang San, did your bad luck infect me?"

Li Si complained as he kicked the package that the old cripple had dropped.

Miracles happen with great effort; four or five relatively intact little girl coats were scattered on the ground, and unusually, there was also a thick sweater.

Of course, "in good condition" is only relative; each piece still has a few patches on it.

'Ding ding ding.'

A crisp sound of something hitting the ground.

"What, is there something else this old guy has up his sleeve?"

Li Si glanced down.

do not know.

It's probably just some scrap metal they picked up somewhere.

Zhang San's mind was disturbed. He felt that it would be difficult for him to perform exceptionally well this time, and at most he could only perform normally.

He glanced at Li Si and the old cripple, and sighed.

He can't manage everything.

Although Li Si was of the same rank as him, he had a powerful background.

Justice may be lacking...

He silently bent down to help the old man gather his scattered clothes.

Zhang San then noticed the token that had fallen to the ground.

He inexplicably flipped the token over.

'Gu Qi Ci'.

Some of the names are familiar.

He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.

Oh right, it was a few days ago at the city lord's mansion.

"The Holy Son of the Yellow Springs will arrive in Red Lotus City soon, accompanied by his close disciple Gu Qici. Keep your eyes peeled."

Zhang San felt his hands trembling slightly.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where did they say they were going?"

Li Si was puzzled: "Heavenly Demon Sect."

A chill ran down my spine.

Zhang San's hands and feet were ice-cold on the hot day, and he gasped for breath.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: You dare to help him up?

Li Si weighed the gold ingot in his hand.

He secretly planned to go to the 'Xia Yu Ge' brothel that night to listen to a song about 'seventy-two touches'.

"Zhang San, why are you squatting on the ground and not getting up? When did you pick up this bad habit from Lao Ba?"

He suddenly realized that something was wrong with Zhang San.

From his perspective, Zhang San was squatting on the ground, his body twitching, his right hand seemingly holding something in front of him, shaking back and forth.