House Thief

Late at night, Lu Maoxian stumbled into the mansion, startling the butler so much that he could barely speak.

"Sir, what's wrong with you...?"

Lu Maoxian pointed to his cheek, indicating that he couldn't speak, and then pointed to his severed arm, indicating that he should stop the bleeding quickly.

The housekeeper quickly summoned a doctor to treat Lu Maoxian's injuries.

In a ward at Yuezhou Third Hospital.

While He Haisheng went out for a smoke, He Jiaqing fiddled with the buttons on his chest and asked Ling Miaoying about the situation.

Ling Miaoying tried to keep her tone calm as she replied, "Jiaqing, Lu Maoxian's matter has been settled."

"You didn't kill him, did you?"

"I didn't kill him. I chopped off one of his hands, poked two holes in his face, and killed a few of his men." As she said this, Ling Miaoying's cheeks twitched, and she felt very unhappy.

He Jiaqing praised, "Well done. Spread the news that Lu Maoxian injured. Be careful these days and see if anyone comes looking for trouble. I will have someone protect you secretly."

"Good."

He Jiaqing cut off the contact, Ling Miaoying turned around and looked at the Shadow Play Building, feeling a surge of annoyance.

This movie theater took him a lot of effort and a lot of money.

He Jiaqing asked him to spare Lu Maoxian's life, Ling Miaoying verbally agreed, but he didn't intend to do so.

During this period, whether openly or secretly, whether in newspapers or film studios, the Lu Family caused him a lot of trouble, and he had long wanted to settle accounts with the Lu Family.

When the Direct Lineage of the Lu Family was still around, Ling Miaoying was quite wary of them. Now that the Direct Lineage the Lu Family is gone, if she takes the opportunity to get rid of Lu Maoxian, the Lu Family's banner will fall completely.

At that time, the Lu Family will fall apart, Ling Miaoying can take over the Lu Family's business and thus take over the Lu Family's status.

By that time, the Ling family had truly transformed themselves in Pro State.

The plan was perfect, but things didn't go as expected.

He was absolutely certain he could kill Lu Maoxian, but unexpectedly, Lin Zhixiao rushed out of the building at the crucial moment.

Logically speaking, Lin Zhixiao shouldn't be able to get out anytime soon. There are endless people to kill in the building, and many traps and mechanisms await him.

But someone opened a secret door in the building and let Lin Zhixiao out.

Who exactly is secretly helping Lu Maoxian?

Several names came to mind, but Ling Miaoying couldn't be sure.

This time, Lu Maoxian the secret of the Shadow Play Building was exposed again, which infuriated Ling Miaoying.

The cinema must be relocated immediately and renovated.

The only good news is that the outcome was in line with He Jiaqing's expectations, and Ling Miaoying doesn't need to offer any further explanation.

Lin Zhixiao's body was still lying at his feet; Lu Maoxian's men were quite loyal.

Tu Yinghong looked at the Shadow Play Building and said, "He ran out from the second floor. I reckon the other party probably left some clues."

Ling Miaoying shook her head and said, "Forget about the clues, let's get the building out of here first."

Tu Yinghong nodded, took out two Iron Ruler from her skirt, measured the distance, and placed them on the ground.

The two Iron Ruler seemed to melt into molten iron, seeping into the ground until they disappeared completely.

Tu Yinghong held Ling Miaoying's hand and said tenderly, "I know you're not feeling well, but you promised me you'd stay with me tonight."

"Okay." Ling Miaoying, with a gentlemanly smile, took Tu Yinghong's hand and entered the Shadow Play Building.

Before long, the Shadow Play Building slowly disappeared into the night.

Portable Abode, Li Banfeng was carefully examining the photos he had taken at Black Stone Slope.

A single photograph can evoke many associations, and the deeper those associations go, the better the results of spiritual practice.

The record player turned its speaker around and asked softly, "Hey, my dear husband, what are you trying to do by staring at this photo for so long?"

Li Banfeng said, "If I said I was practicing cultivation, would you believe me?"

Sizzle~

"Which sect of Daoism do you practice, the Peach Sect?"

Li Banfeng said solemnly, "What we cultivate is our conscience."

"Yes, you have quite a conscience, my Little Slave. I have something private I'd like to discuss with you. Please come closer to my ear."

Looking at the blazing hot speaker of the record player, Li Banfeng really didn't want to lean in and say, "Wife, there are no outsiders here, just speak plainly."

"My lord~" the record player said coquettishly, "You just applied Machine Oil, why aren't you being affectionate with Little Slave anymore?"

Helpless, Li Banfeng put down the photo and pressed his ear to the mouth of the speaker.

The record player lowered its voice and said, "Husband, I've noticed that your physique has improved quite a bit recently."

Li Banfeng's heart tightened, and he turned to look at the record player, saying, "Is that so?"

Could it be that she found out about Travel Cultivator's affair?

The record player said coquettishly, "My lord, come closer to my ear. You're too far away from Little Slave, and my Little Slave is growing cold."

Li Banfeng pressed his ear to the speaker again, and the record player played a slow tempo as he asked, "You said you had fought with Meng Qian before, but I didn't ask for details. Did you have an affair with that slut, my Little Slave...?"

"No!" Li Banfeng immediately clarified the facts, "I only set fire to her clothes, I didn't touch her at all."

"Oh dear, my Little Slave, I'm not a petty person. Even if you did have something, Little Slave wouldn't care."

"Ha ha ha, my Wife really doesn't mind?"

"Hehehe, is my husband really pregnant?"

"I said no, and I mean no. Don't you believe me?"

"My dear husband, Little Slave believe you. Whatever the reason, your improved health is a good thing. I'm thinking of giving you another wife."

Li Banfeng sat up and gently stroked the record player tray. "My Wife is so considerate. When are you planning to add this room?"

This room is very important.

After a trip to the Inner State, Li Banfeng reached the sixth level of Travel Cultivator. He still had plenty of time left, and his Travel Cultivator had already surpassed his House Cultivator.

This is why Li Banfeng dares not take pills now. If the Travel Cultivator continues to advance and surpasses the House Cultivator by two levels, Li Banfeng will once again face the backlash of his cultivation.

Since his Wife had offered to advance to the next level, Li Banfeng naturally wouldn't refuse. He tidied his hair and was about to squeeze into the trumpet-shaped opening when his Wife suddenly stopped him, saying, "Husband, wait a moment. To advance to the sixth level, we still need one more medicinal ingredient."

"What kind of medicinal ingredient?"

"A fresh soul is needed."

"That's easy." There are plenty of scumbags in Green Water City. It's not difficult for Li Banfeng to just grab one at random.

Just as Li Banfeng was about to leave, he heard his Wife singing in a slow tempo. "Husband, this medicinal ingredient is not something Little Slave can just find anywhere. Since I'm going to take you to the sixth level, you should at least find a medicinal ingredient from the sixth level."

Li Banfeng returned to his Wife's side, and speaking in a low voice towards the loudspeaker, asked, "Wife, what is the use of these six layers of medicinal ingredients?"

The Wife replied softly, "To solve the immediate problem."

Li Banfeng asked more mysteriously, "What urgent matter is there?"

The Wife's reply was equally mysterious, "This Little Slave is hungry."

If you're hungry, just say you're hungry. Why talk about medicinal ingredients?

Li Banfeng felt guilty for not buying enough groceries lately.

He tapped the small megaphone on either side of his mouth. "Wife, if you're hungry, that's fine, I'll go buy groceries. Why are you being so picky, insisting on anything from the sixth floor or higher?"

The record player's voice sounded aggrieved, "This is a crucial moment; if the quality isn't good, it won't work!"

What exactly is a critical juncture?

Li Banfeng was still confused when he suddenly heard Hong Ying burst into laughter. "It's because this Wicked Woman's cultivation has recovered quite a bit, and her appetite has changed too. Ten or eight ordinary creatures are barely enough to fill a gap in her teeth."

"If you want her to have a proper meal, you'll have to put in some effort. If she's not full, she won't be able to take you up to the sixth floor. And if you marry this spendthrift woman, let's see how you manage to support her in the future!"

The record player sobbed twice, but didn't know how to defend itself.

Hong Ying was telling the truth; the record player had indeed become very hungry, but she didn't dare mention it to Li Banfeng, and had been going hungry a lot lately.

Li Banfeng gently stroked the phonograph needle. "If you're hungry, why are you holding back? We can't find good ingredients on the sixth floor, but ordinary ingredients will do."

The record player sobbed, "Then it cannot lead to the official's promotion."

"Whether or not to promote him, we'll talk about it later."

The record player spewed out a cloud of steam, swirling around Li Banfeng as it said, "My husband still loves me the most."

"My Wife, don't worry, you wait for your husband to go buy groceries."

Li Banfeng left Portable Abode and was looking for a scoundrel to discuss the vegetable prices when he saw a newspaper vendor ahead. Li Banfeng casually bought a copy of "Ye Lai Xiang" (Night Fragrance).

Unlike the situation in Black Stone Slope, Yelaixiang in Green Water City is relatively conservative, focusing on serious news, with only the fourth edition of the novel having a slightly more impactful effect.

The reporters in Green Water City are very well-informed. The Ling family's newspaper published the news, and Night Fragrance followed closely behind, with the headline being the news of Lu Maoxian's attack.

"Lu Maoxian seriously injured. He should be a seventh-level cultivator, right? I wish I could meet him."

Such precious ingredients can't just wait for him to deliver them to my door. Should I order them from him first?

The key is that he's definitely on high alert now. If I go there like this, I'm afraid the price will be hard to negotiate...

As Li Banfeng was talking to himself, a man behind him pressed a knife against his back. "Li Banfeng, lend me some money."

In Pro State, you'll always find people like this in any secluded spot.

Li Banfeng asked, "How much money do you want?"

The man retorted, "How much do you have?"

Li Banfeng thought about his wallet, "About two thousand yuan."

"Give it to me."

Li Banfeng touched the inside pocket of his suit jacket; his wallet was gone.

That's strange.

Li Banfeng rarely forgets his wallet. When he went home this morning, his wallet was still on him, and he hadn't changed his clothes today either...

As he was pondering, the man behind him grew impatient and poked Li Banfeng with the tip of his knife. "Where's the money?"

"Come on, let's take it together."

"Where do you want to go?" the man asked anxiously.

Li Banfeng suddenly circled behind the man and grabbed him by the neck with one hand. "Don't worry, come with me. I never owe you money for groceries. I'll give it to you in a bit."

The Wife took the man into her Portable Abode and swallowed his soul whole.

This man had no cultivation; just as Hong Ying said, this bite wouldn't even be enough to fill a gap between his teeth.

She didn't complain about the record player, after all, it was something her husband had worked hard to buy. Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed, pondered for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Wife, did you wash my clothes today?"

Huff~

"My lord, are your clothes dirty? Your Little Slave will wash them for you right away."

"The clothes aren't dirty, but something's missing," Li Banfeng said after a moment of silence. "Wife, where's that glove?"

"Little Slave 've kept it; my husband doesn't need it right now."

"Let me take a look at it first."

The record player opened the storage cabinet and lifted a puff of steam from it.

The steam swayed up and down, as if the record player was sensing its weight.

"Hey, my love, the portion is wrong!" the record player exclaimed, dispersing the steam and discovering that the gloves were missing.

Li Banfeng casually pulled out Feather Duster, looked around, and said, "There's a thief in our house!"

PS: Why are there two Iron Ruler? Why two?