The teammates watched Feng Bujue's mouth run wild as he continued to bullsh*t with the Beggar Clan leader.

Based on what Meng Jiu said, he waited at the entrance to point direction for his friends in Jianghu, also an opportunity to get some information on the people. As part of the Beggar Clan, he could naturally talk with most of the people in Jianghu. Regardless of background, they all had to give some respect to the old beggar.

Meng Jiu told the roles of the major road and small path to Feng Bujue and the gang. Feng Bujue's first reaction was, "Based on this, then in Canglin Town, there absolutely is no people on the evil path, everyone is lawful and renowned?"

The old beggar immediately started laughing, "Are lawful people always good people?" He asked rhetorically, "The people with renowned name, are they really righteous people even behind people's back?"

Feng Bujue had a smile on his face. "Junior sure learned" He really just wanted Meng Jiu to be clear with things. With Feng Bujue's personality, how could he believe that all those people are good people? Even Meng Jiu in front of him, he could not completely trust him.

The other key point in their discussion was Meng Jue provided a detailed description of the current situation in Canglin Town. On the surface, it was already tense, and in the darkness, everyone was in an alerted state.

After conversing with the NPC providing plot description for twenty minutes, Feng Bujue almost obtained all the information he could possibly obtain. After he listened to the description, he thanked the senior before leading his teammates into the town.

Once they left the old beggar's sight, Little Tan got closer. "Jue-Ge, did you hear him? The situation is not looking so good!"

"What are you referring to?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Obviously, the 'people are going missing every night' part!" Little Tan sighed.

"Although Meng Jiu spoke with a stern expression that it was caused by ghosts" Feng Bujue laughed, "But in my view you're probably the only one that believes in that."

Dispirited also said to Little Tan while laughing, "Even the other NPCs in the scenario won't believe in this. The old beggar is clearly trying to scary us, he probably doesn't even believe what he said."

"Why?" Little Tan was confused.

Dispirited responded, "Isn't this obvious? If Meng Jiu really believed ghosts existed, would he dare to stay on the street at night? At least, he will need to find a place with a roof to hide?"

Feng Bujue added, "Meng Jiu said people have gone missing every night with seven or eight people at the minimum, and ten something people on the higher scale I think that the people missing are most likely killed by people, or died because of fighting." He paused, "Perhaps only one or two people have really encountered some sort of a haunted ghost."

Dispirited continued, "And the people in Jianghu know this point well. It's just that, no one will point out the haunted rumor."

Little Tan nodded and seemed to have understood. "Therefore, they could use the rumor to kill people in later days?"

Feng Bujue snapped his finger. "Bingo!"

Ji Bu then said, "But why would these people do this kind of thing? They are already here at Canglin Town, are they doing this so they can get a better seat in the front? So they'll use the next few days to take out any audiences secretively at all cost?"

"Sigh... you don't understand the conflict of Jianghu," Feng Bujue said in a deep voice, as if he really understood. "Fame and interest are people's desire, grudge and love all spur from this. Jianghu is just a giant mixing pot that perfectly demonstrates these behaviors. If you make a bunch of people stay in a special and appropriate environment, human nature will be exposed."

He observed that the town seemed to be in peace because of the darkness. "Normally, there are always people you don't like. Perhaps you are jealous of them, perhaps they offended you, perhaps you know the scandalous things they are doing in the dark, or perhaps they know the scandalous things you are doing in the dark. But because of the constraint of your or their identity, due to the roles of Jianghu, morality and other stuff it is not possible to plot something on the outside." He smiled. "Isn't Canglin a perfect place? No one cares not the heaven, not the earth, and not the officials. In the darkness, you could sneak out to kill the person you have been putting up with for so long, and you can blame their deaths on the ghost that may or may not exist. Everyone is doing this. Everyone knows, but no one will point this out, isn't this great?"

"I think you think about people too negatively" Ji Bu listened to Feng Bujue's vivid description and uncontrollably shrunk his neck.

"You come from a good family background, right?" Feng Bujue smiled at him.

"How did you know?' Ji Bu retorted.

"Hehe" Feng Bujue scratched his chin, "Naming Is Difficult, It's Difficult to Name, and The Name Is Difficult To Choose are those type of people While they openly bully you, during an actual encounter, they would stand in front of you. Hmm, let me guess, friends you made in school."

"Hello you could even see this?" Young Master Ji Bu was shocked.

Feng Bujue patted Ji Bu on the shoulder and let out a long sigh. "You you don't know how malicious people could be." He then turned around to look at Little Tan.

Little Tan smiled without saying a word. He seemed to be experienced in this.

"Once you work under someone some day and get to know the people in the society, you will know how many scandalous people are out there and how scandalous people could be."

As they spoke, an unexpected event happened.

In the alley in front of them, a figure flashed out. He was a man wearing a robe, thirty in age, and extremely handsome. The girls that just stepped into Jianghu would have passion in their mind and a blush on their face by pure sight.

But then, the handsome man was not in the most collected state. He was clearly wounded and quite severely too. His left shoulder was stained red by blood. Not only did he tumble while running, his breathing was also out of rhythm. Under the moonlight, his pale face and frightened expression looked particularly tragic.

When he arrived onto the street, just as he looked up to Feng Bujue and the crew, before he could make a sound, his waist twisted to the side as if he was hit by a truck and cannoned away into a wall. In a few breaths, he died.

Feng Bujue raised his hand, signalling his teammates to stay put. He himself walked up in brisk steps to examine the body.

It was evident that the strange move of the person flying out was because the side of his body was hit by ten nail-like hidden weapons. He looked like he was hit by a shotgun, and the force of the weapon cannoned him out.

Almost simultaneously, just as Feng Bujue was about to look in the direction where the hidden weapon came from, he was also attacked