Golden Silkworm Borrows Life

Hearing the old man's words, Wu Gou'er's eyes blazed with boundless hatred.

He still remembered that day.

The bridge they often crossed broke. He, his mother, and his father fell into the river. The current was swift.

His father, unable to swim, disappeared immediately. His mother, pregnant with his younger brother, only had time to push him before sinking into the river. During this, the old man by the bank, smoking his pipe, just watched with a smile.

At the time, Wu Gou'er had no thoughts in his mind. He only knew to swim desperately towards the bank. But the river was too swift. He couldn't get close to the bank, only struggling further and further away. Further and further. Until finally, he slowly sank.

The moment he sank, the old man on the bank waved his hand. He flew out of the river and landed on the grass beside it. "Like a dead dog. From now on, I'll call you Wu Gou'er." The person on the bank tapped his pipe on the ground and then said.

The room fell silent. Only the sound of the old man grinding insects and the occasional sobs from behind could be heard. At some point. The sobbing stopped.

Balu suddenly turned around. "Wu Gou'er, are you going to kill me to avenge your parents!" He said sternly. At the same time, he stared intently at Wu Gou'er, who was approaching him.

Wu Gou'er stumbled back in fear, finally leaning against the door, unable to stand steady. In his hand, he held a dagger. He had secretly bought it with the silver Balu had given him.

Balu approached Wu Gou'er like a ghost. He grabbed Wu Gou'er by the neck. He said sternly, "You bastard. I shouldn't have saved you back then." "I should have let you drown in the Tong Sheng River with your bastard parents." "I fed you and clothed you, and you dare try to kill me!" "You ungrateful wretch." As he spoke, several slaps landed on Wu Gou'er's face. They were so hard that blood streamed from Wu Gou'er's mouth.

The dagger in Wu Gou'er's hand fell to the ground. Balu released Wu Gou'er, who was suffocating and about to faint, letting him collapse on the ground like a dead dog. "Useless thing. You don't even have the courage to stab me." "Waste." Balu said disdainfully.

Wu Gou'er stopped sobbing. He lowered his head. Balu stood up and walked to a corner of the room. There were several huge jars there. He opened the lid of one of the jars. Inside, there were countless gold and silver items. And on top of the gold and silver, there was a finger-sized, golden strange silkworm. The silkworm was golden, but it emitted a strange black aura.

Balu picked out some silver. Then he walked over and threw it beside Wu Gou'er.

"Tomorrow, go and scatter all this silver on the street."

"Don't let anyone find out, or you'll end up a dead dog."

Wu Gou'er remained indifferent.

Balu was so angry he kicked him hard, "Are your ears deaf when I'm talking to you?"

After kicking him, he stopped talking and went back to continue boiling oil.

"Grandpa Balu, can we please stop harming people?"

"You bastard, are you telling me to die?"

Balu flew into a rage upon hearing this.

He walked over and slapped Wu Gou'er twice.

He grabbed Wu Gou'er's hand and shook him violently.

"If I don't borrow life, how can I live?"

"Are you telling me to die?"

"I even stole the sacred insect, the Golden Silkworm, to borrow life, and now you're telling me not to harm people?"

"Tomorrow, go and throw the silver, or I'll turn you into a dead dog, completely."

He said.

After speaking.

Balu's emotions seemed to stabilize a bit.

"Do you know what this is called?"

"The Heavenly Star Life Continuation Array!"

"Back then, a powerful Han Chinese man used the seven stars to borrow life from heaven."

"I don't have his heaven-reaching fortune, nor can I use that divine ability to borrow life from the seven stars, but borrowing for thirty to fifty years is no problem."

"It just requires more lives."

"Five years, ten years!"

"Now I have the sacred artifact of the Gu tribe, the Golden Silkworm. If you give me another fifty to ten years, I'll have a chance to reach Foundation Establishment!"

"Then my lifespan will increase by another eighty years."

"If that's the case, I might have a chance to strive for the Golden Core."

"This Lingqiu City is the best place for casting spells that I divined!"

"Here, it can increase my chances by at least twenty percent. I will definitely succeed!"

Balu said somewhat maniacally.

"This matter, I'll trouble Captain Ding with it!"

"Brother Song, you're too kind. To put it plainly, it's all the Imperial Court's business, and we're all brothers."

"Don't worry, I'll have my subordinates inform all the ruffians and hooligans in the city shortly. Anyone who sees someone struck it rich will be reported."

"Thank you, thank you!"

"I'm on it!"

Song Cheng'an raised his wine cup.

"You're welcome!"

He walked out of the Eight Immortals Restaurant.

Song Cheng'an felt a pang of regret.

Treating Ding Dahai to this meal had cost him quite a bit of silver.

When he reported back to Lord Wu this time, he would have to inflate the expenses.

"Sun Yuan, you can go back first."

Song Cheng'an said to the young man behind him.

Sun Yuan was nineteen years old.

He had practiced martial arts since childhood and was one of the martial artists recruited by the Demon Suppression Division this year.

Captain Wu had instructed him to follow Song Cheng'an in investigating the Golden Silkworm case.

Song Cheng'an had no leads for the time being.

The main reason was that the gold and silver thrown by the killer had already been used, so the tracking paper crane he had left was temporarily useless.

Now, they could only wait for the culprit to strike again.

"I'll go see my sister."

The Eight Immortals Restaurant was not far from the An Family's residence.

Song Chengan thought about the last time he met An Ruifeng, and how An Ruifeng had not welcomed him, preventing him from seeing his sister, Song Cui. Therefore, he decided to go and see his sister again.

He also planned to tell Song Cui that he had found a job at the Demon Suppression Division.

A Demon Suppression Envoy at the Demon Suppression Division.

In Lingqiu City, that carried quite a bit of weight.

Song Chengan bought some pastries his sister liked and headed towards the An Family's residence.

"Scholar Song, you're here?"

When the household servants saw Song Chengan, they immediately greeted him warmly.

This made Song Chengan a little confused.

"Why aren't you chasing me away today?"

"How could we!"

"Who doesn't know by now that you're working as a clerk at the Demon Suppression Division!"

The servant said with a smile.

"We brothers were ignorant before. If there's a chance, we'll buy some wine and snacks and have a drink together?"

"If you have time."

Song Chengan felt a bit regretful.

He had intended to come through the front door this time and drop the pretense, telling them he was now a Demon Suppression Envoy at the Demon Suppression Division.

What a pity.

It seemed An Mingxin had let it slip.

Fine, a clerk it is.

I'm not someone who cares too much about status anyway.

Whether I'm a Demon Suppression Envoy or a clerk, it's all for the people of Lingqiu City!

"Scholar Song, the master wishes to see you."

At this moment, a maidservant called out.

"Scholar Song, you're so amazing!"

"I heard from them that even true scholars couldn't get a spot to become a clerk at the Demon Suppression Division!"

After speaking, the maidservant covered her mouth: "Scholar Song, I'm sorry!"

"I wasn't mocking you for not passing the imperial exams, I was... I was..."

The maidservant stammered.

Song Chengan smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, I know what you mean."

"Aiya, Scholar Song, you're so easy to talk to." The maidservant was relieved.

Song Chengan was speechless.

You guys didn't like talking to me before either.

I was always easy to talk to back then too.