36: Lend me your head

Originally, the Black Robed Man would show some emotions, but they were never strong.

Only when the name 'Hong Luan' was mentioned did he grit his teeth, as if he wished he could devour the person whose name it was.

"You're saying that Hong Luan is also from your Green Lantern Sect?"

Hearing Jiang Lan's question, the Black Robed Man did not answer directly, but instead retorted:

"If I tell you where she is, will you go kill her?"

Jiang Lan first pursed his lips, then his eyebrows slightly raised.

After a while, a single word came out of his mouth:

"Kill!"

How could there be any reason not to kill the demons that came knocking?

In Jiang Lan's eyes, anyone who joined the Green Lantern Sect could no longer be considered human.

They were merely demons.

This conclusion was not his own, but the System's.

After all, whether it was slaying or suppressing Green Lantern Sect members, in the System's light screen, their designation was uniformly 'demon'.

"Good, good, good!"

Hearing Jiang Lan's answer, the Black Robed Man said 'good' three times in a row.

Immediately after, he continued:

"I'm not very clear about Hong Luan's current whereabouts. Give me a day. Tomorrow, come find me at the God of Wealth Temple again, and I'll tell you where that bitch Hong Luan is. How about that?"

Jiang Lan lowered his head, silently looking at the long blade in his hand.

Reflected on the back of the blade was the restive Golden Toad and the long-feathered pheasant.

"Brother, are you perhaps trying to fool me like an idiot? Or do you want to test if this long blade of mine is sharp?"

"Little brother, what do you mean by that?"

Jiang Lan withdrew his gaze.

"Setting aside whether the Hong Luan you speak of is real or fake, just considering tomorrow. If I come tomorrow, it would be a minor issue if the person is gone and the temple is empty. You already have three helpers, Brother. If you call a few more, wouldn't I die without a burial place?"

"Hahaha..." The Black Robed Man laughed a few times, "Little brother has extraordinary courage, I'm impressed, I'm impressed."

Both of them were shrewd individuals, and he now knew that his petty tricks wouldn't fool Jiang Lan.

He spoke:

"Then, little brother, what's your suggestion?"

Jiang Lan lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

A moment later, he looked up.

"Wherever you go, I'll follow you. If we find that Hong Luan, everything will be fine."

The Black Robed Man said, "What if we don't find her?"

Jiang Lan gently stroked his long blade.

"I always need to bring a head back to report. If we don't find her, then I can only trouble you, Brother, to lend me your head and accompany me to the Demon Suppression Division."

"Haha... What a 'go for a trip'." The Black Robed Man took half a step forward, sizing Jiang Lan up and down for a moment, "This old man originally thought that someone in the early stage of Qi Gathering, if not walking sideways in Yan Du City, would at least not encounter much trouble if he was careful. But I've been here for less than half a month and I've run into you, little brother. It's just my fault for forgetting to check the almanac when I left."

"So..." Jiang Lan looked up, "That Hong Luan was indeed you deceiving me?"

"Naturally not. This old man has sincerity, and would never deceive you. It's just that this old man truly doesn't know where that Hong Luan is at the moment."

"So there is such a person... That's good..."

"Since we've talked our way to this point, this old man won't refuse. Didn't you say you wanted to follow this old man? Alright, within one day, I'll take you to find that stinking bitch.

"Although that bitch is rotten to the core, the head on her neck is much prettier than this old man's. You'd have Face bringing it to the Demon Suppression Division."

At this point, the Black Robed Man let out a few lewd chuckles.

"I see you're still young, little brother. Even if you don't care about Face, taking that stinking bitch's head to vent your anger is still good."

A hint of disgust flashed in Jiang Lan's eyes.

Indeed, this group of Green Lantern Sect members no longer deserved to be called human.

In their eyes, the lives and property of others were mere child's play.

Yet, the head on their own neck was more important than anything else.

They abused the weak for pleasure and groveled before the strong.

How were they any different from pigs and dogs?

No, calling them pigs and dogs would be an overestimation of this group of people.

"Hoo..."

Jiang Lan let out a long breath.

"Since that's the case, then many thanks."

"Hehe..." The Black Robed Man said, "Little brother, thanks can't just be with words. I heard there's a Yan Chun Pavilion in Yan Du City..."

"I naturally won't just thank you with words." Jiang Lan said softly, "But the Yan Chun Pavilion can be skipped. I have other gifts of gratitude that I'm sure you'll like, Brother."

"Tell me about it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, goosebumps suddenly erupted all over the Black Robed Man's body.

He watched as a cold glint flashed, getting closer and closer to him.

He wanted to turn and run, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as the cold light disappeared before his eyes and pierced into his neck.

"Chh—"

The head flew off.

Countless thoughts swirled in the mind of that severed head.

Finally, they settled on the flashing blade light from just now.

'What a fast... blade.'

[Slay one demon of the third stage of Qi Gathering, gain three hundred thirty years of life.]

[Remaining lifespan: three hundred thirty-three years.]

Jiang Lan leaned down slightly, wiping his long blade back and forth on the Black Robe a few times, staining the Black Robe a dark brown.

Looking at the headless corpse below, Jiang Lan straightened his back again.

"The gift of gratitude... is, of course, to invite you to die..."

He had already asked what he wanted to ask.

Therefore, there was naturally no need for the Black Robed Man's head to remain on his neck.

As for finding that Hong Luan.

He didn't need the Black Robed Man; the Scent-Tracking Bug would lead him to her.

Even if he couldn't find her, Jiang Lan wouldn't regret killing this Black Robed Man today.

He had committed many evil deeds; his death was well-deserved.

If he hadn't met that old beggar in the gambling house today, perhaps Zhang Cui's head would now be on the neck of that great snake.

It was true that he and Zhang Cui didn't have much of a relationship, but she was, after all, Zhang Wen's older sister. If there was even the slightest possibility, he had to save her.

After the Black Robed Man died, Zhang Cui still showed no reaction, as if she had lost her soul.

Although Jiang Lan couldn't cure Zhang Cui now, he knew that there were people in the Demon Suppression Division who could cure her.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have directly acted to kill the Black Robed Man.

After speaking, Jiang Lan turned his head to look at the three divine statues on the offering table.

When he first entered this God of Wealth Temple, although the three divine statues were lifelike, it was still evident that their outer appearance was made of mud shells.

But now, the mud shell exteriors on all three divine statues had completely receded, revealing their original appearances.

They were no God of Wealth; they were clearly three demons!

The seven mouths on the seven human heads of the giant white snake opened simultaneously.

Seven different female voices simultaneously entered Jiang Lan's ears.

"You ruined my cultivation, die!"

As the words fell, the white snake with seven heads suddenly lunged off the offering table, causing the table to shake, and pounced fiercely towards Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed.

Earlier, listening to the Black Robed Man's words, he had thought these three demons wouldn't be too strong.

After all, if the demons were powerful, they would have just swarmed him directly, and the Black Robed Man wouldn't have needed to feign compliance with him.

But now, looking at the white snake's speed, it was clearly more than just the early stage of Qi Gathering!