Tang Kuobian

Kaifeng was not far from Mount Song. Song Qingshu raced all the way using his qinggong and reached his destination by evening that same day.

"Get lost, get lost! Is the Military Governor's residence somewhere you can just barge into?" The guard at the gate impatiently waved him away. He received visitors here every day and knew nearly everyone who had ties to his master. Song Qingshu was a complete stranger, and dressed as a Han Chinese besides, making the guard look down on him even more.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly to himself. The King of Hell was easy to meet, but his underlings were hard to deal with. A mere courtyard wall could never stop him, but he had come to ask for help. It would hardly do to sneak around, so he had decided to pay a proper visit.

"I really do know your mistress. Handsome fellow, look at this pure and innocent smile of mine. Do I look like someone who would lie?" Song Qingshu forced out a smile and said awkwardly.

The guard snorted. "If they looked like liars, how could they fool anyone? You Han Chinese are the most cunning. I won't fall for your tricks."

Song Qingshu nearly could not resist slapping him to death. But as the saying went, before beating a dog, one had to consider its master. He had some history with Madam Tang, after all. Killing one of her subordinates the second time they met would be rather hard to justify.

Song Qingshu had already tried countless methods, but the man before him was utterly impervious. His temper flared, and he even considered using a Lion's Roar to call Madam Tang directly.

In the end, Song Qingshu restrained that tempting impulse and kept using Lei Laohu's words to persuade himself—*We