Chapter 11: Nightfall

The escort agency is not a charity, so there is no reason to work for free.

Therefore, no matter what conspiracy or vortex this matter is involved in, as the chief escort of Ziyang Escort Agency, Su Mo certainly would not just work hard without getting paid.

And from another perspective, the more he behaved like this, the more it showed that he didn't know what was in the brocade box.

Otherwise, how could he give up the Xuanji Buckle, a treasure related to the Great Xuanwu Treasury, for a mere golden and silver item?

Wang Xianglin looked at Su Mo, his eyes changed, and then he said with a smile: "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Wang Xianglin's mouth twitched: "Then do you know what is in this brocade box?"

"The man who gave me this thing was on the verge of death. To be honest, if he wasn't dead, I would never have accepted this escort mission.

"But now that the things have been handed over to me, I can't just accept them. That's why I came all the way to Jimingyi and gave them to you with great difficulty.

"As for the contents of this box...someone has already died because of it, but I don't want to be the next one. Therefore, no matter what rare treasures are inside, it has nothing to do with me.

"But there is one thing... that person said that if I give the things to Wang Xianglin of the Jade Spring Inn at Jimingyi, he will reward me handsomely. I kept it in mind."

Su Mo said calmly: "Now, there is no need for you and me to say any more nonsense. Are you going to give me the silver?"

Wang Xianglin looked at Su Mo for a long while, and suddenly laughed: "Well, I didn't expect that you are so alert at such a young age. If you don't die, you will have a place in the martial arts world. I will naturally give you the escort money."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached into his sleeve and after a moment, he pulled out three silver bills and handed them to Su Mo.

"The banknotes from Dayou Bank can be redeemed as long as you don't leave the Eastern Wasteland. These three hundred taels should be enough for you to make this trip, right?"

“It’s natural.”

Su Mo grinned and reached out to take the banknote.

But Wang Xianglin stretched out his hand and looked at the brocade box in Su Mo's hand, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Hahaha, as I should ."

Su Mo stretched out his hand and pushed the brocade box over, and Wang Xianglin then handed over the silver note.

Money is handed over with one hand, goods are handed over with the other... To be honest, this is really not the way for a bodyguard to act. It feels like they are trading something shady.

Holding the three hundred taels of silver in his hand, Su Mo looked at Wang Xianglin who had already received the brocade box and smiled gently:

"The money and goods have been paid, and this transaction is over. I'm leaving now."

"Um."

Wang Xianglin just held the brocade box as if he couldn't let it go, and didn't care at all about Su Mo's departure.

Just when Su Mo was about to leave the room, Wang Xianglin spoke:

"I'm giving you a piece of advice. If you don't want to bring disaster upon yourself, remember to keep your mouth shut about what happened today!"

Su Mo looked back at him without saying much. He just walked out of the room and closed the door.

Separated by a door, Su Mo stood still, and with a thought , a panel opened in front of him.

[Task: Deliver the brocade box to Wang Xianglin at the Jimingyi Yuquan Inn (completed)]

[Reward: Settlement in progress...]

Looking at this prompt, Su Mo did not feel relieved. Instead, he frowned slightly, looked back at the door, and then turned and left.

…

Inside the guest room, the black cloth wrapping the brocade box had been opened, but the brocade box had been thrown aside like a worn-out shoe.

Wang Xianglin sat by the window with the window half open.

At this moment, his hand no longer held the book, nor the cup of tea he had forgotten to drink.

But a knife.

He rubbed the blade gently, but watched Su Mo leaving the inn from the corner of his eye. He didn't let out a sigh of relief until Su Mo left the inn, left the street, and left Jimingyi.

Suddenly, the other half of the window was blown open by the wind.

What came in with the wind was a person.

The moment this person came in, he sat on the stool beside the table.

He reached out and picked up the cup of tea, pretending to drink it.

But then he heard a snapping sound and the back of his hand was hit by the scabbard.

Then a voice followed: "Pour it yourself."

“…”

The visitor had no choice but to pour himself a cup of tea and placed a sword on the edge of the table.

The sword... is very long, at least seven feet!

"Just leaving like that?"

"It has nothing to do with him."

"Then I'll leave too."

"If you run faster, maybe you can catch up."

“…”

The swordsman was annoyed: "It's already very fast."

"Apparently not fast enough."

Wang Xianglin glanced outside and said, "Here they come."

"... You bastard, do you really think I'm afraid of you? I'm just respecting the elders!"

The swordsman picked up his sword and flew out. Just as he landed on the ground, he heard the sound of a stick breaking through the air. Looking up, he saw an old man in tattered clothes, holding a wooden stick and with a red wine gourd hanging on his waist falling from the sky.

The swordsman wanted to draw his sword, but after hesitating for a moment, he paused, flew up, and fled.

The old man with the red gourd glanced at the window of the room where Wang Xianglin was, and then chased in the direction where the swordsman left.

One in front and one behind, they went far away in the blink of an eye.

The fight between the two men that Su Mo met by chance in the woods that night had already reached Jimingyi, and judging from the momentum, it seemed that the fight would continue.

After Wang Xianglin withdrew his gaze, he sighed softly, glanced at the brocade box that was discarded aside, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, but no one knew what he was thinking about.

…

night!

There is no light tonight and it is windy, very windy.

A figure silently jumped out of the window on the second floor of the inn.

He touched the ground with his toes and with a leap he was already on the roof.

He ran as fast as he could, but without making any sound.

If you close your eyes and don't look, you would never imagine that there is a person running wildly on the roof.

Not only was it running wildly, but it was also running very fast, as if it was chasing the wind, but it also seemed as if it was being pushed forward by the wind.

In the blink of an eye, they had left Jimingyi.

The journey of more than ten miles was left behind in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, he stopped by a lake and let out a breath.

He flipped his hand and took out a brocade box from his arms.

After just one look, he put the brocade box aside, reached out his hand and gently wiped his cheek, tearing off a human skin mask.

Revealing a delicate and refined face.

When she untied her hair crown, her long hair flowed down like a waterfall.

But at this moment, her expression suddenly changed:

"come out!"

The night was silent except for the sound of the wind. After a moment, a young man with a toothpick emerged from the darkness:

"I was shocked at the beginning of this night. How could Wang Xianglin suddenly become a woman?"

"You didn't leave!?"