The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 15 Twilight Town 8

After lunch, of the few people at the table who had been clamoring to exorcise the demon as soon as possible, only Xie Xiao and Wen Li went out to investigate. Wen Mingzhu and Zhao Sicheng, whose facial injuries had not yet subsided and were afraid of further accidents, chose to stay indoors to recover.

Shen Yingsi said he wasn't feeling well and didn't go out. As for that Senior Qingshan, he was nowhere to be found.

Xie Xiao and Wen Li split up, one going to a nearby village and the other staying in the town.

Mushan Town was free from monster infestations, and its people lived peaceful and prosperous lives. Many well-dressed individuals strolled leisurely through the streets. After wandering around the town, Wen Li concluded: This is a perfect place to retire!

If there were no demons in the world, all the people of Jin could live such a life. Then she could live a life of wealth and leisure.

"Brother, you're always lounging around like this, don't you have a wife and kids to support?" Wen Li asked a middle-aged man dressed casually on the street while eating sunflower seeds. She had noticed him sitting near the Jiang residence eating sunflower seeds for the past two days.

The man looked Wen Li up and down, then said with a look of disdain, "You must be a stranger here, not even knowing about the Green Mountain Immortal?"

"I do know that, but what does it have to do with him?"

The man glanced around with his shifty little eyes, making sure no one was paying attention, before speaking: "That Green Mountain Immortal is a complete idiot!"

These words startled Wen Li. In the past two days, she had heard far too many good things about Qingshan; in the eyes of the villagers of Mushan Town, he was practically a celestial being. Wen Li quickly leaned closer, hoping to hear some inside information.

"What do you mean?" "Hey, you don't know, before, our Mushan Town wasn't this rich. It was that Green Mountain Immortal who distributed money and food to everyone, and that's how everyone's lives improved."

"Is that so? That's great!"

"That's good. He's the kind of person who can't stand seeing anyone starve. He'll help anyone in trouble."

Wen Li was somewhat confused: "So?"

"So why should I bother making money? I just sit in front of his house, and when I'm hungry, I beg him for some food. Occasionally, I borrow some money from him under the pretext that my wife is sick and needs money for treatment. This life is so carefree."

After hearing this, Wen Li had to give him a thumbs up. This Qingshan was really a fool! Who in their right mind would fall for that?

Seeing Wen Li's shocked expression, the man pointed to the people strolling on the street and said, "Look at those people, they only live such a leisurely life by borrowing money from Immortal Qingshan. I'm already being conscientious, thinking that I'll just squat near his house as a doorman for him, and I'll consider the money he lent me as my wages."

"Well, you're really smart, brother!" Wen Li said after a long pause.

"Shameless!" Wen Li thought to herself, complaining to Si Xiaxia.

"This green mountain is so kind, no wonder people say it's a demigod!" Si Xiaxia exclaimed.

It seems Wen Li will never become an immortal in this lifetime. There's no way around it; she's too smart.

After wandering around all day with nothing to show for it, Wen Li had no choice but to go back. When she passed by Shen Yingsi's room, she inquired about his condition to make sure he was still able to stay inside safely.

The next day, Wen Li was awakened by crying. The voices were from men and women, young and old, all with the strained tone of crying as if they were enduring pain.

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know either? This part isn't in the novel." Si Xiaxia had just returned from another system and, upon hearing the crying, curiously flipped through the original book.

Why does the world not follow the script again?

Wen Li dressed neatly and went out of the courtyard, only to find that the Qingshan mansion had been filled with a group of wounded people, including men, women, and children, numbering at least a hundred.

As Wen Li walked out of the courtyard, she saw people lying on the ground groaning in pain everywhere.

These people were dressed plainly, and each of them had a dark complexion and was spitting out black blood. Wen Li approached for a closer look and found that they had no obvious external injuries.

However, these internal injuries will take at least ten days to half a month to heal, and those that are severely injured may even be left with disabilities.

Servants were bustling about the house, feeding medicine to the wounded. Wen Li knelt down next to a woman with minor injuries: "Madam, let me take a look at you."

The woman seemed to be in great pain, only managing a soft groan. Wen Li pried open her eyelids, checked her pulse, and then channeled a wisp of spiritual energy into her body.

It was indeed caused by demonic energy, but this demonic energy was rather strange, as if it was mixed with spiritual energy.

Wen Li followed the maid to the hall, where Qingshan was surrounded by some people with minor injuries who were complaining about their suffering.

"Master, please help! Our house, which we worked so hard to build, is all gone!"

"Immortal, please save me! I feel like that monster has broken my back."

"Mystic, that monster is incredibly powerful. Our entire village was attacked, and even my cat got kicked; its face is all swollen."

Qingshan showed no impatience, his kind face gently comforting the injured villagers. Wenli watched as the servants continuously brought out medicine and silver from the storeroom and distributed them to the villagers one by one.

"No wonder he can become a demigod; his cultivation is high, and so is the merit he has accumulated," Si Xiaxia remarked.

Aren't you curious about why he's so rich?

“He might have been born into wealth, leaving behind a large inheritance after his parents passed away. He didn’t want to stay in that place of sorrow any longer, so he took the inheritance and left for another place.”

Wen Li said speechlessly, "With such a vivid imagination, why don't you write a book?"

"This Taoist priest Qingshan is not only highly skilled but also so kind. He's quite similar to our fourth brother in that respect, but our fourth brother is better and more perfect. Right, Brother Sicheng?"

Although Zhao Sicheng disliked Shen Yingsi, he had to admit that he was indeed a perfect person: "Hmm."

"He can't compare to Fourth Brother. Our Fourth Brother protects the entire Great Jin Kingdom, spending countless nights and nights worrying about the people and the government. He donates money for disaster relief every year, and he lives very frugally in his daily life. He treats us subordinates like brothers," Xie Xiao said proudly from the side.

With Wen Mingzhu and the other two wearing veils, Wen Li seemed out of place.

"Could the monster that injured us be the same one that injured them?" Xie Xiao asked, touching his swollen face. He didn't even dare to serve His Highness in his current state.

"Then why does this monster use its demonic power to hurt people, but when it comes to you, it specifically slaps your faces?" Wen Li continued to press.

“That’s naturally because they’re jealous of how good-looking we are!” Zhao Sicheng said confidently, which comforted Xie Xiao and Wen Mingzhu.

Wen Li asked, "Where is Shen Yingsi?"

"Fourth Brother said he wasn't feeling well, so he rested in his room," Xie Xiao replied.

I'm not feeling well again; I didn't look like that yesterday.

“Sister, I know you don’t want to meddle, but there are only a limited number of servants in this mansion, so let’s help them out.”

“Mingzhu, ignore this plague. How could someone as vicious as her possibly help anyone?” Zhao Sicheng mocked.

"Then you'd better open your dog eyes wide for me."

As she spoke, Wen Li took the lead in stepping forward to help rescue the injured villagers.

Xie Xiao said, "Actually, Miss Wen Li is just a bit sharp-tongued, not as vicious as the rumors say."

Wen Mingzhu watched Wen Li gently bandaging the villagers and smiled somewhat reluctantly: "Yes."