Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 492 Li, the Urban Management Officer, is Busy Doing Nothing

Gu Lang was having a headache. He tried to dissuade Luo Budao from this dangerous idea, but Luo Budao was determined to be a man of great loyalty and righteousness.

Luo Budao was also a man with no fixed abode.

I always feel uneasy here at Mohen Bookstore, or in Dongji City. I have to be careful wherever I go to avoid revealing my demon identity.

I feel so depressed.

As a demon who still retains animalistic habits, Luo Budao doesn't need a peaceful life, but rather the sunset, drinking water and frolicking by the stream.

Or he'd go out on the street, chatting and joking around.

Gu Lang could understand, but he couldn't let go. The journey was long and arduous; if he lost his grip, how could he face Miss Zhu?

"She's disappeared somewhere now, the world is so big, how are you going to find her!"

"My cultivation technique can make old stories replay in familiar places. When I arrived at the backyard of the Ink Trace Bookstore in Beixuan City, I activated my technique to see where she was going!"

Gu Lang slapped his forehead, realizing he had completely forgotten about it.

He said, "Alright, alright! I haven't seen her in a long time, so I'll go with you. I need to see her for myself before I can feel at ease!"

Over the years, Gu Lang's ambition has diminished considerably, but he has at least secured a place in the Gu family business. However, as the manager, he always has to be mindful of the consequences.

Power is like a whirlpool; all those who jump into it are compelled to abide by the rules of the game.

Sometimes he felt discouraged—it had only been a few decades, and he had already become like this. Cultivators were supposed to live for so long; surely he wouldn't become an annoying, unreasonable old relic a few hundred years from now.

Those who are innocent and pure in their youth are the ones who are remembered fondly.

If Zhu Wuyao and Ji Yuezhang were gone, the youthful spirit he clung to so desperately might dissipate somewhat.

Upon hearing Gu Lang's words, Luo Budao's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly.

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While Zhu Wuyao's companions embarked on their journey, she was already scouting the hideout.

It cannot be too close to the market, lest it attract attention by making noise during cultivation; nor can it be too secluded and isolated, as such places are prone to triggering side quests.

"Young lady, are you looking for a place that is convenient for living, and where you can heal your body and mind and recover from your eye disease?"

Zhu Wuyao is currently pretending to be blind.

There's no way I can not pretend.

Although it can see objects with its divine sense, there is a delay in the feedback and analysis process. If it is necessary to distinguish colors, it will be even more troublesome. Moreover, the image formation in the mind is slow and the field of vision needs to be loaded.

That is to say-

If she pretends to be a normal person, others will think there's something wrong with her eyes.

She pretends to be blind so that others will think she is a normal person.

Therefore, even if she has her eye on a certain place on the map, she cannot point it out; she can only guide others to guess where she wants to go.

"So what do you think of Yaliu Bay?"

"The scenery here is superb, with a few scattered houses around, but none of them are close together. You just mentioned that you wanted to live a secluded life, and this place is perfect for you."

"Moreover, you have some spare money. With money, everything is easier. Just hire two or three guards, and have them deliver small items, firewood, drinking water, and food. Not to mention the distant ones, there are neighbors who can use bows and nets or axes to do needlework."

Zhu Wuyao roughly understood what was going on in this place.

The place is inconveniently located, far from the town center, so the people living here are naturally not wealthy; most of them make a living by carrying water and selling firewood.

Having a blind neighbor like her, who has difficulty moving around, is also a source of income for the surrounding residents, so it can be considered a win-win situation.

That's why this person first told her to find two or three guards, fearing that someone might take advantage of her blindness.

It wasn't that they actually wanted her to hire a guard; they probably just knew she was capable of protecting herself and wasn't afraid to live in this desolate place, but they didn't say it outright.

After all, she was a blind outsider who had safely arrived in Changxiao Town with a money bag and hadn't been robbed yet, so she must have some skills.

Zhu Wuyao nodded and said:

“Okay, I’ll pay for a carriage in a bit, and you can give me directions to take a look.”

It wasn't until they were on the carriage that Zhu Wuyao found a way to start a conversation and inquire about what had happened in Changxiao Town in recent years.

The broker hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"To be honest, there was news about evil cultivators killing people a year ago, and then our city management officer Li started to become paranoid for some reason, always feeling that evil cultivators would come knocking on our door."

"They put a curfew on those clerks in the government office and even sealed off Jiguanshan, where people make a living."

"As a result, there was no news about that evil cultivator for a year. It's hard to say whether it's true or not, but our mountain was sealed off, and we can't go out at night."

"Many people are wondering if Li Chengguan has changed. Maybe there is some treasure on Jiguan Mountain that is beneficial to cultivators. She is watching over it and protecting it, afraid that it will be discovered, which is why she does not allow people to go up the mountain."

Seemingly troubled, the broker continued:

"I actually think that Li Chengguan isn't that kind of person."

"But no one can live with their mind constantly on edge. After a while, you'll start to feel a nameless anger inside, and you won't know who to vent it on. Now everyone's clamoring for the curfew to be lifted."

If suppressed for too long, it will inevitably rebound.

Zhu Wuyao frowned slightly, recalling the rumors about heretical cultivators on Wan Juan Book Reviews.

This city management officer, Li, sees the ability of his subordinates to live and work in peace and contentment as a reflection of his own life's value, and he will stop at nothing to achieve this, even scheming against his own clan.

And he's also a bit timid.

They scheme against others to benefit their own town, yet they fear that others might actually die.

In terms of "good intentions," Zhu Wuyao truly trusted her. Moreover, the divination he made back then foreshadowed the turmoil that would befall Changxiao Town.

It seems she wasn't late?

Seeing Zhu Wuyao frown, the broker, worried that she was scared and didn't want to rent the place anymore, quickly said:

"Actually, the world is not peaceful anywhere now. I don't know why, but all sorts of messy things seem to have multiplied several times in the past few years."

"Where can you hide from it?"

"We're doing alright here. Although Li, the city management officer, has handled this matter haphazardly, causing us 'foolish people' to have many complaints and we can't figure out what she's thinking, at least she cares about our lives."

"Don't be fooled by the fact that people below are all criticizing her because of this incident. If you were to replace her and put someone else in charge of the urban management, not one of them would be happy."

Because of that divination, Zhu Wuyao knew that Li Chengguan's words were not unfounded.

Furthermore, although Li Chengguan's cultivation level is somewhat low, she is still a divination cultivator, and given how much she values ​​her territory, she might actually have obtained some clues.

Judging from her actions, it seems like she only knows how to cause trouble, but doesn't know where the trouble will come from.

All I could do was rush around aimlessly and haphazardly.

I heard that they used to control the flow of people and didn't want people to come and go.

Later, the policy was withdrawn because it was so foolish—because Li Chengguan's own cultivation was limited, and even if a cultivator more powerful than her wanted to enter, she couldn't stop him or even see it coming.

Those who were stopped were mostly honest, law-abiding citizens with no connections.

"We're here! This is it!"

The broker lifted the carriage curtain and greeted them.