"Hey, they're really rich! Is this for real?" Everyone in the room found it unbelievable.
Qingmu ignored them, continued rummaging through his pockets, pulled out three more stacks of money, piled them together, and said, "Alright, that's $40,000 in total. I'll take all four girls."
Decha seemed a little incredulous. He ordered one of his men to bring the money over, examined it in his hand, and said, "Wow, you really have money! But you can only take three with you."
Qingmu said, "I want four."
Decha said, "The other one isn't this price."
What's the price?
Decha said, "One hundred thousand."
"OK."
Qingmu reached into his pocket again and, as if by magic, produced a large sum of money, neatly stacking it together. The people around him stared at him in disbelief, their faces revealing greed as they looked at the pile of green dollars.
A brief silence fell over the room.
Decha shook his head and said, "No, no, not even 100,000."
Qingmu said, "You broke your promise."
Decha said, "It's not that I'm breaking my promise, it's just..."
" Decha!" the fat man shouted. "This kid has who Daoist Canon on him. Make him hand it over so we can split it, or just kill him!"
Decha was taken aback, seemingly finding the fat man's words both reasonable and unreasonable, unsure why he had become so strange and conflicted.
Just as he was about to agree with the fat man, he heard Qingmu say, "Isn't all you want money?" Then, he saw Qingmu throw the money in his hand into the air, and the green dollars flew through the air like a shower of flowers.
These people were, after all, local gang leaders, and they wouldn't rob money like prostitutes on the street. However, they were still stunned by the scene and stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at the banknotes scattered all over the room.
While they were still stunned, Qingmu walked up to the three girls, knelt down, and said to them, "Close your eyes and ears."
The girls didn't know how to close their ears, but Qingmu's voice gave them a strange sense of trust, as if they had known him for a long time. They closed their eyes as he instructed, and then thought to themselves that their ears should also be closed. As a result, their ears really seemed to be closed, and they couldn't hear any sounds from outside.
Qingmu stood up and, without warning, suddenly struck, slicing the throat of the man holding the AK-47 beside him. The man fell to the ground, and the AK-47 fell into Qingmu's hands. Qingmu turned and fired a burst of bullets at the people around the round table and the books. In the blink of an eye, they all fell, their eyes wide open, their pupils filled with the reflection of the falling US dollars.
Decha had several of his men outside Qingmu's firing range. One of them, also wielding an AK, was closest to Qingmu, but as soon as he raised his gun, Qingmu kicked him to the ground. The others drew their pistols and fired, but somehow, instead of hitting Qingmu, they shot their own comrades.
Qingmu turned around and fired a few more shots, then all that was left Decha who was still alive.
Decha became alert when Qingmu threw the money, and when Qingmu spoke to the little girls, Decha wanted to warn everyone to be careful of this person. But he suddenly found himself unable to move; not only could he not move his body, but he could not even speak.
He could see everything around him and watched helplessly as Qingmu seized the gun and killed everyone in the house.
This feeling is like a nightmare. Sometimes I'm awake and can see what's around me, but I just can't move. It feels like there's a huge rock pressing on my chest that I can't move.
He only snapped out of his daze when Qingmu walked right up to him. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he could move his hands and feet again, but the AK was already pressed against his forehead.
"Who... who are you?" Decha asked in fear.
"I've already told you, my name is Qingmu."
"What just happened? That money..."
"Money? I just borrowed two decks of cards from those guys downstairs," Qingmu said casually.
Decha looked around, but there were no more US dollars. Playing cards were scattered among the corpses.
"I know who you are! You killed the Medicine Granny, but how did you escape from Du Juan? Could it be...?"
"You guessed right. Now tell me, where are Mu Ka and that girl? I need their exact location."
Decha closed his eyes. "Since I'm going to die anyway, why should I tell you?"
Qingmu said, "Since you know Du Juan, you should know who I am. I don't want to waste time hypnotizing and guiding your consciousness, nor do I want to search your damn memories. I'll just ask you one question now: Where are Mu Ka and that girl? If you don't tell me, I'll shatter your consciousness into pieces, mash your brain into a mess, and make you an idiot, paralyzed, and mentally ill for the rest of your life. Your head will ache for at least seven or eight hours every day, and you'll feel like dying! But at that time, your neuromuscular transmission will be impaired; you won't be able to lift a gun, pull the trigger, or even lift your chin. You won't even be able to bite your tongue to commit suicide."
Qingmu's words pierced Decha's mind like needles, lingering in his consciousness. He knew Qingmu was telling the truth. He had witnessed Du Juan's formidable nature—she was a woman even more dangerous than Mu Ka. And this man before him was likely even more terrifying than Du Juan!
His resolve began to waver, but he was still thinking of a way to escape. As long as Qingmu didn't kill him, there was always a way, after all, this was Wu Suotun's territory.
"She's with Wu Suotun, I'll take you there," Decha said.
" Wu Suotun's house is so big, everyone in the whole Masuba knows it," Qingmu said.
Decha had already seen a glimmer of hope and, of course, refused to give up. He said, "No, you don't know. Apart from Duwa, Wu Suotun doesn't like any woman appearing in his mansion, not even his own women. So when he's having sex with women, he goes to the villa, the location of which is generally unknown to most people."
"So what?"
"So you can't kill me. Only I can take you there, and if you don't go now, it will be too late."
"Really? But aren't we already on our way to the villa?" Qingmu said with a smile.
Decha around, he realized he was no longer in the house, but on a road. The scenery on both sides of the road was constantly changing, like playing a first-person racing game.
"You think you can lure me into a trap just because this is Wu Suotun's territory?" Qingmu's voice rang in his ears, but he couldn't see Qingmu. "Don't you know that when you were thinking about how to deal with me, your willpower had already weakened? When you thought about Wu Suotun's villa, your consciousness naturally retrieved memories of its location. How is that any different from you taking me there?"
Decha was truly terrified this time. He struggled desperately, trying not to think about Wu Suotun's villa, trying to pull himself back to reality. However, the more he tried to think about it, the clearer the villa became, and the faster the scenery along the road receded.
In a short while, the scene changed, and a complete two-story villa appeared clearly in front of him. Moreover, from his perspective, the villa was almost transparent, and the location of every sentry post, ambush, hidden mine, and camera he knew was clearly displayed.
Decha knew this was from his own memory, because his understanding of the villa was only partial; things he didn't know about hadn't appeared.
"Damn it!" he yelled.
"He deserves to die!" he heard Qingmu reply.
Then, the entire space went black, like a screen flashing during a game, and he was back in the original room. The ground around him was littered with corpses and playing cards.
He saw the man with the messy hair holding an AK and pulling the trigger at him.