That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

The explanation of "trying to cover up but only making it more obvious".

Jiang Jingming thought to himself that this could only mean that the identity of the head of the Inspection Department was not his real identity, but just a way to make it easier for him to do certain things.

Therefore, he would stay away from the bustling city and live in such a remote place, without caring about the living environment.

Because he has more important things to do.

"Lord Lu has been settled in the east wing, while the rooms for the distinguished guests are in the west wing."

The person in charge walked in front, leading the way and introducing the place as he went.

“My room is just a short walk down the corridor, then turn left. If you feel anything amiss at night, please come and find me.”

Jiang Jingming looked up and saw that the end of the corridor was pitch black, with no candles lit.

There wasn't a single maidservant to serve them; they had probably all been assigned to Lu Zhao's room in the east wing.

Moreover, if what Xie Yunqi said is true, the youngest is at least sixty years old, so he probably wouldn't be able to stay up all night.

Fang Zhiyi's room was next to Xie Yunqi's room, then A Qing's, and Jiang Jingming's room was at the very end.

Each room was furnished in a similar way: simple candlesticks, teapots, and beds with bedding.

It looked like it had been tidied up hastily, with cobwebs still smudged in the corner.

The group walked back to their rooms, until only the person in charge and Jiang Jingming remained at the entrance of the last room.

"Young Master Jing, please get some rest."

The person in charge wore a polite smile, a common sight in official circles, on his thin face.

"it is good."

Jiang Jingming nodded and went into the room.

Just as the person in charge was about to close the door for him, the door frame was suddenly supported by one hand.

Jiang Jingming stood in the room, his gaze calm as still water.

"If there's nothing else, would you be willing to have a chat tonight, sir?"

"We await your arrival, young master."

The person in charge stepped back and bowed with hands clasped.

......

Jiang Jingming lit the candle and drew his sword.

Wujiu is a black, somewhat eerie blade. Whether it is candlelight or moonlight, when it falls on it, it always seems to melt into a deep pool of ink.

We can't make a move here; it would alert Xie Yunqi.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on a tree.

He leaned quietly against the window until the crescent moon moved behind the treetops.

With a flick of his longsword, the candlelight went out, and he was already standing in the courtyard.

Bathed in moonlight, Jiang Jingming paused briefly.

The sound of even, soothing breathing came from Xie Yunqi's room; the carefree young lady had already fallen asleep peacefully.

The candlelight was still on in Fang Zhiyi's room, vaguely illuminating a blurry outline of her sitting at the table, seemingly doing something.

Aqing's room was pitch black, and Jiang Jingming dared not get too close to her.

If she makes any noise, even if she is fast asleep, she will quickly wake up alertly.

Jiang Jingming walked slowly along the corridor and stopped at the end.

The wooden door to the room on the left was half-open, and the night wind blew through it, making a creaking sound as it fell into disrepair.

Apart from that, all was quiet.

Jiang Jingming, holding a knife in one hand, pushed the door open.

"Squeak-"

The door was wide open, and a gust of wind carrying dust and a musty smell rushed in.

Without any lights on, the moonlight cast a shadow hanging from the roof beam.

He is in charge.

His face was ashen, a rope was wrapped around his neck, his whole body was taut, and his body swayed gently in the night breeze.

Jiang Jingming's heart tightened. He drew Wujiu half an inch from its sheath, but his steps remained alert as he stood still.

After a brief silence, a smile slowly spread across that previously lifeless face!

Chapter Thirty-Four: I'm Going to Be Silenced!

The hanged ghost opened its eyes, its pupils gleaming with a demonic light.

"Oh."

Jiang Jingming let out a cold laugh.

"Is the person in charge trying to scare me away by accepting the appointment but then acting mysteriously?"

"How dare I, a lowly person? You are someone I cannot afford to offend."

The steward let out a gasp of laughter, then gripped the rope with both hands and climbed onto the roof beam like a long-armed monkey.

Jiang Jingming turned to the side and looked at the wooden crates casually piled up in the corner of the room.

The moonlight shimmered and danced on the agate and jade, reflecting their brilliance.

The steward followed his gaze and walked on the roof beams, dust falling in clumps.

"You've come to see me, sir, you must have already guessed everything and are eager to kill me, right?"

In just a short while, he seemed like a completely different person.

The obsequious and cowardly official was gone, leaving behind something that was neither human nor ghost.

"Yes."

Jiang Jingming answered decisively.

"I'm here to kill you."

"As expected of an adult! Or rather, as expected of the young master of the Crossing Moon Sect."

The person in charge sighed, looking satisfied.

Jiang Jingming had already guessed that he recognized him, so he simply nodded.

"You went through all this trouble just to see me, didn't you?"

“If it weren’t for that, the young master would probably not want to see insignificant people like us.”

The person in charge shook his head regretfully.

"If the young master wants to kill me, I will gladly offer my head. But before that, I have something I would like to say to the young master."

Jiang Jingming didn't speak, but simply swung his knife in reverse, the blade slicing through the stagnant air, the tip of the knife gleaming with an inky light.

"Thank you for your kindness, young master."

The person in charge fell from the roof beam without making a sound.

He bowed respectfully and then spoke.

"Several years ago, we had intelligence indicating that the Duyue Sect seemed to be hiding in Mangya. Therefore, I was ordered to be stationed in Shulan City and continue to observe as the head of the Inspection Department. Unfortunately, I was incompetent and failed to obtain more information until a few days ago, when the Tingpu Manor massacre occurred."

At this point, he suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

"I wonder if the young master is aware that he has a wife?"

"You mean the massacre of your entire family has nothing to do with you or the forces behind you?"

Jiang Jingming asked a sharp question.

The person in charge shook his head.

“I am only fit to do my own job and cannot interfere in other arrangements. I only know that after the massacre, the Duyue Sect will definitely take action. We just don’t know if the one who takes action will be you, young master, so we need to add fuel to the fire.”

The next spark was the Wolf Gathering.

Jiang Jingming gripped the knife handle, his knuckles turning white.

"As expected, after waiting for so many years, I have finally met the young master."

The smile on the person in charge's face resembled the mutual flattery and sycophancy of officials at a banquet, yet it gave one a feeling of disgust that made one's skin crawl.

"Now that I have passed on this important intelligence, I have no regrets even if I die."

He clasped his hands in a respectful bow and remained kneeling for a long time.

Jiang Jingming lowered his gaze, his expression somewhat cold.

"They're nothing but shameless and despicable lackeys, putting on an act of heroic sacrifice."

"I wouldn't dare."

It actually sounded like he was laughing.

"Then why must you force me to come out of seclusion?"

Jiang Jingming tilted the tip of his knife, pointing it at the back of his head.

"I am unaware."

The person in charge raised his head; he didn't seem to be lying.

It is probably true, as he said, that his duty as the head of the Investigation Department was to monitor the movements of the Duyue Sect.

"However, I dare to guess that someone like the young master should not live in seclusion in Mangya."

The person in charge smiled again, just like before.

"Ten years have passed, and disaster is imminent. Young Master, you were born to be the kind of person who would dominate the ups and downs of a chaotic world!"

Jiang Jingming remained silent for a while, then tilted his head slightly.

"If I didn't know what you've done, I'd almost think you were a member of the Moon Crossing Cult."

"I thought that since the young master grew up in the Crossing Moon Sect, he shouldn't care too much about the lives of ants. After all, this is a cannibalistic world. A small tribe like the Hala tribe, even if it is not devoured by wolves, would starve to death with just one natural disaster."

The person in charge was still smiling, as if it were a casual chat over tea or a meal.

"Even if they don't starve to death, they'll become a swarm of locusts. Young Master, guess how many of those bandits outside Shulan City joined because they were starving? Young Master, you can kill one Master Fu, but there are countless Master Fus in the world. If you want to change everything, you need to completely overturn this world!"

At this point, the person in charge finally became passionate and enthusiastic.

However, Jiang Jingming only looked at him indifferently from beginning to end, which forced him to temporarily put his speech on hold.

"So, you killed the members of the Hara tribe as a sacrifice, just to force me into the world?"

Jiang Jingming's tone and expression were equally indifferent.

"It's just a necessary sacrifice."

The person in charge bowed his head in worship.

"You should have said those words to that great demon. He might just do what you expect, stirring up trouble and overturning the world."

Jiang Jingming thought of his farewell to Jiang Wuwang before leaving Mangya. At that time, he gritted his teeth and said some silly things like he wanted to end the rules of this world.

“I don’t have such lofty ambitions, nor am I interested in grand schemes and conquests. There aren’t many people in this world that I care about, so I don’t want to see anyone fall in front of me again.”

As Jiang Jingming finished speaking, the tip of the knife in his hand plunged into the brow of the person in charge, and blood gushed out, meandering down his face.

The night wind blew in through the window, and the wooden door creaked shut behind them, as if to cover up what was about to happen.

Jiang Jingming's eyes remained completely calm.

"Thanks to you, I will kill everyone behind you just as I killed you. Your ideals and your great achievements will be reduced to ashes by me... simply because you killed my friend."

The sharp blade pierced through the skull effortlessly, and the pupils of the person in charge, which had dilated due to blood loss, quickly turned gray.

He probably had a lot more to say, but unfortunately, he no longer had the chance.

Having grown accustomed to cutting apart bodies enhanced by the Dreamweaver, one might find the original human to be truly fragile.