Zhou Zishu chuckled drily. “Aiyo, I’m really terrified.”

This slippery old fox, Wen Kexing thought.

This bluffing bastard, Zhou Zishu thought.

The two of them shot each other a twisted smile that did not reflect their true feelings at all, and then continued to hurry on their way to collect those three while they were still breathing.

At first, Gu Xiang did not run towards anywhere isolated as Wen Kexing had predicted; after all, it was easier to murder someone where there were few people. The group of three haphazardly wiped at the blood on themselves and ran towards the bustling market, but, clustered together, they made too obvious a target. Before thirty minutes were even up, Gu Xiang regretted this decision.

They were stopped by a few people: the leader was Feng Xiaofeng and the Gaoshan slave, while following behind them was an old man and old lady. One leaned on a walking stick in their left hand, the other on one in their right; the old man was dressed in spring onion green, the old lady in peach red. The old man was draped in gold and silver, with about ten pounds of golden accessories on him. The old lady caked herself in makeup, her face shining like a monkey’s bottom.

Cao Weining’s palms started to sweat—this old couple was trickier to shake off than Feng Xiaofeng. They were none other than the legendary “Peach Red Grandma” and “Green Willow Grandpa”, an old but crooked couple—even though they were getting on in age, they could do the most unscrupulous things without shame.

Feng Xiaofeng screeched with laughter. “Zhang Chengling, you are, after all, still a descendant of an orthodox sect. All the heroes of the world are coming up with a plan to make sure justice is served to your Zhang family, but here you are, running away with unorthodox villains of unknown origins. Are you trying to revive your dead father by infuriating him?”

Zhang Chengling’s expression changed immediately. He was not adept at debating with people and had always been awkward with his words, so he simply shouted, “You…you’re talking nonsense, my shifu and Senior Wen are good people!”

The Poisonous Scorpion’s hook had opened a still-bleeding gash on the side of Gu Xiang’s waist. Even though she had taken the antidote, the pain made her gush buckets of cold sweat. She had run out of patience a long time ago, and spat, “Why are you still talking bullshit? Feng Xiaofeng, make way for this madam, don’t think I can’t cut you down just because you’re short!”

Feng Xiaofeng screeched, “Where did this damned insolent lass come from!”