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"I'm going into seclusion. Shut the gates; no visitors, no matter who comes." Tu Shan Jun rapped the skinny monkey on the head, then clasped his hands behind his back and headed for the rear courtyard. The only one left behind was the skinny monkey, clutching his head and baring his teeth in pain. Yet all worry had vanished from his face as he laughed heartily. "Got it, Uncle Tiger!"

The little courtyard's formation was crude, but it was rooted in an underground spiritual vein.

Who would have nothing better to do than attack an orphanage in the slums? There was no money to steal, and they would even wind up with a lawsuit on their hands.

Besides, with the Loyal Righteous Society and the Sick Tiger Gang serving as cautionary tales, even petty theft had become scarce in Longrong Ward.

Rumors abounded that Longrong Ward had bad feng shui. Most gang leaders either died sudden, violent deaths or were struck by terrible illnesses. In any case, none met a good end. Furthermore, Granny Qing had spoken: Longrong Ward was under the care of the Nun Society.

Returning to the small room.

Tu Shan Jun sat cross-legged upon the rickety wooden bed. As he regulated his breath, his entire body suddenly froze, then turned into a stream of black mist that drifted out through the gap overhead.

The black mist was like a cloud, blending into the air.

"Big brother, what are you doing in Uncle Tiger's rear courtyard?" Little Lass asked innocently.

"I'm guarding Uncle Tiger while he's in seclusion."

"Watching the door?"

"Go on, go on. What does a child know?"

Inside the four puppet-beast carriages, Xu Sanniang, who had been resting with her eyes closed, slightly opened her phoenix eyes and glanced at the divine weapon