Black Myth: You and I are both destined

Boss Wan's shovel drew arcs in the night, and clods of soil fell into the pit with a dull sound.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from deep in his throat.

"We in Juyi bully people for money, not for power. Although the old man selling salt came alone and had more silver on him, we can't afford to offend him."

He paused, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the handle of a shovel, and continued.

"The palms of this man's hands smell like fragrant leaves. I think he traded spices with the Hu people in the northern desert and brought them to the interior to sell. He has money but no power, so it's normal for him to encounter many unexpected events when traveling far away. He never expected us to do that."

Juyi originally refers to the heroes of the green forest. I think that the boss surnamed Wan was originally a bandit, and now he has opened a black shop on Mount Li.

The more Tianming thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. After coming to this mountain, he had no magical powers. So what was the background of this boss named Wan?

Just as he was thinking about this, the clerk said to Boss Wan, "Boss Wan, my family is in urgent need of money, and I don't want to do this job of moving goods anymore."

His eyes rolled and a gleam of light flashed in them.

"I think the monkey-faced young man who has just come to stay here seems to be a wealthy man. Let me kill him and accept this token of my loyalty."

Hearing this, Tianming was shocked. It turned out that this store had been eyeing him for a long time. But the boss surnamed Wan was not in a hurry and said to the waiter.

"There are only about ten or eight fewer people passing through this mountain every year, and no one will check."

"The official doesn't care about this, but my body can't bear it. Let's do it tomorrow."

"If he only stays for one day, it won't be too late to kill him when he comes back."

"Business has been high recently. Go back to the village and recruit some more people in the next few days."

There was a glimmer of cunning in Boss Wan's eyes.

"Be smart. I just want to make some money. Don't make any trouble."

The guy nodded and worked harder to bury the body.

Seeing this, Tianming's heart beat rapidly. He went back to the guest room first, pretended to lie calmly on the bed, and waited quietly.

He knew that he had to wait until Boss Wan and his staff returned to the store before he could take any action.

When the night was deep, he quietly got up from the bed, found some magical herbs that were incompatible with the medicine, crushed them carefully, and secretly put them into the big pot in the back hall. Then, he walked back to his room quietly and pretended to be asleep.

Until the next day, Tianming pretended nothing had happened and left the black shop early in the morning.

When he left, he turned around to look at the sign of the black shop - "Wan Yisheng", and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, muttering: "I think today will turn into Wan Ju's death."

The magic power cannot be released here, and the poison he prepared is extremely poisonous and cannot be cured by medicine. This black shop will definitely be wiped out.

Tianming was in a good mood and went up the mountain along the mountain road.

The scenery here is pleasant, the trees are dense, and the mountain roads have been recently repaired. It is a rich area.

I don’t know how long I climbed, but I saw fireworks and thought there must be someone here.

In a small pavilion halfway up the mountain, he saw a dignified and beautiful woman with a bun, a white flower on her head, and plain clothes. She was holding a flower basket, lighting the white paper money in it and scattering it toward the bottom of the mountain, muttering in a mournful manner.

"My husband!"

"You died so miserably!"

Seeing the woman crying miserably, Tianming wanted to go forward to comfort her, but he was tired, dizzy and dazed. As soon as he approached, his eyes were burned by the burning fireworks and he couldn't help but shed tears.

He walked forward, not knowing what to say, and pulled out some paper money from the woman's flower basket to help her burn it.

At first, the woman didn't even look at him; she just kept crying.

"My husband!"

"You died so miserably!"

The woman cried as she burned the paper. She saw Tianming, who was helping her burn the paper, and asked, "Little monkey, why are you crying?"

Tianming asked back: "Then why are you crying?"

The old woman replied: "I am crying for my husband, who are you crying for?"

The two of them burned paper money, taking turns to do so.

Tianming told her: "I cry for Jiang Ziwen, Li Wen, Yu Qin, Lu Dai, Bao Zheng..."

The woman heard him talking endlessly and immediately interrupted him: "Little monkey, you are saying the name of King Yama, what does that mean?"

Tianming chuckled, wiped the tears from his face caused by cigarette ash, and said to the woman.

"If I don't cry for them, they will cry on their own. It's bad enough that the most virtuous saint in the world likes to pretend to be a widow, but he also wants to burn paper for the underworld. If they knew about this, they would think you are here to buy their lives."

Seeing that Tianming had recognized her, the Mother of Mount Li stopped trying to hide her identity and asked Tianming, "What are you doing in my Mount Li?"

Seeing that he was asking questions even though he already knew the answer, Tianming said, "You made me come to you for help when I ran into a problem, and now I'm here."

The Mother of Mount Li seemed to enjoy acting. She looked into the distance with sadness in her eyes: "Alas, it's not that I don't want to help you, but there are many bandits coming to my Mount Li, and I can't take care of myself."

Tianming thought, could the bandit that Lishan Laomu mentioned be 'Wan Yisheng'?

"Mother Lishan, I have also seen the bandits you mentioned. I was staying in their inn yesterday."

"I could tell they were not good people, so I waited until the dead of night, quietly got up, took out several herbs from my bag that counteracted each other, ground them into powder, and then sneaked into the kitchen and sprinkled the powder into the broth that was stewing in the cauldron."

“Although this powder is colorless and odorless, once mixed, it will become a deadly poison.”

"Don't worry, old man. I'm sure he has turned over by now!"

The Old Mother of Lishan was full of surprise and asked Tianming in an exaggerated expression!

"The bandits on Mount Li are as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges River, and their numbers are doubling day by day. Now they number in the thousands. Did you poison them all?"

Hearing what the Lishan Old Mother said, Tianming felt a chill down his spine, thinking to himself: "Grandes of sand and thousands of great numbers are almost infinite counting units. Even if they are ants, they have filled up the Lishan Mountain. How could they be bandits?"

But on second thought, Tianming decided to consult with Lishan Laomu before making any plans. After all, she was the only person who was not deeply involved in the conspiracy and was not a party to the interests, but was willing to help Tianming.

Tianming cupped his hands and said, "I've heard people say that the Jade Purity Saint Ancestor Zi Yuanjun is the most capable yet the most humble deity in the world. He is the teacher who taught Zhong Wuyan, Fan Lihua, and Mu Guiying, and he would never allow injustice to happen in this world."

"I came to you this time for more personal matters. I want to ask about the whereabouts of Sai Taisui."

The Mother of Mount Li smiled.

"I saw that you made such a big accusation just now, and I thought you felt that the world was unfair and wanted to do something about it, but in the end, it was all for your own grudges."

Tianming smiled slightly and did not comment. He knew that there was some sarcasm in Lishan Laomu's words, but it also revealed her willingness to help him.

Lishan Laomu continued, "I know a thing or two about Sai Taisui."

"If you can help me get rid of the bandits, I'll tell you."