Bian Lang just felt that people like Daoist Mu Cheng were wasting food even if they ate cornbread, which is why they would shove their heads into a latrine.

But he will not admit that he forced Master Mucheng to do so.

Although Master Mu Cheng's death was extremely filthy, at least he died a full-fledged ghost.

Shangguan Hongyu wanted to go out for a walk and insisted on dragging Bian Lang along.

With Qiao Feng dead, the people of Xiangyang lost all hope, and a large number of refugees began to migrate south.

Those who cannot walk are like walking corpses, devoid of any vitality.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

Almost everyone believed that without Qiao Feng, Xiangyang would soon have been captured by the Jin invaders.

The imperial court has always been weak. If the Jin invaders hadn't been so arrogant, they probably would have ceded the Xiangyang area to the Jin state long ago.

When Shangguan Hongyu saw that there were many children, all dressed in rags and covered in dirt, she took out the silver she had so that they could at least have a full meal.

But her power is limited; even if she bankrupts Justice Fortress, it won't solve any problems.

Only if the imperial court reinforces Xiangyang with more troops and defeats the Jin invaders as soon as possible can the city gradually recover its vitality.

Even if the imperial court does nothing, and countless martial arts practitioners risk their lives, they cannot change the overall situation.

After wandering around for a while, Shangguan Hongyu's mood became even heavier.

After dinner, Quan Guanqing suddenly appeared and once again gave instructions on the details of the corpse-transportation.

Bian Lang nodded after hearing this and asked, "Chief Quan, may I ask if Chief Qiao has any sworn brothers?"

"Chief Qiao was devoted to the country and its people, and all the heroes of the martial arts world admired him. However, he had no true friends in his life, which was probably his greatest regret." Quan Guanqing's eyes even glistened with tears as he finished speaking.

After Quan Guanqing left, Bian Lang mentioned names like Duan Yu and Xu Zhu, but Shangguan Hongyu said she had never heard of them.

If this world was created by the Corpse Brothers, then this world must be in utter chaos.

When the time came, Bian Lang arrived at the training ground and opened the coffin to raise the corpse.

All the heroes were present to see him off.

Upon seeing Qiao Feng's body leap from the coffin, many among the heroes let out mournful cries.

The entire corpse-driving team, besides Bian Lang and Shangguan Hongyu, also included two Beggar Clan disciples.

The two Beggars' Sect disciples were carrying only a cloth bag, clearly indicating that they were newcomers to the Beggars' Sect.

Some people saw this and felt dissatisfied, which they also expressed verbally.

But those nearby whispered a warning: the Beggars' Sect must have other plans. This corpse-transporting mission is fraught with danger, and many people might die.

As I walked out of Juxiongzhuang, I saw that both sides of the long street were covered with the remains of Xiangyang people who had suffered many disasters.

After Qiao Feng's body appeared, everyone knelt down, and for a moment, wails of grief echoed through the sky.

Bian Lang quickened his pace so that he could leave Xiangyang City as soon as possible.

Although Qiao Feng was wholeheartedly devoted to the people, so many living people wailing at the corpses would cause a lot of trouble if they accidentally bumped into the bodies.

“Brother Bian, shouldn’t the living stay away when transporting corpses? With so many people watching, won’t…” Shangguan Hongyu was worried for Bian Lang.

Bian Lang said in a low voice, "It's alright, let's hurry up."

After leaving Xiangyang City, Shangguan Hongyu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking back, she saw that the two Beggar Clan disciples were about twenty feet away from them.

"I never imagined that my first meeting with Master Qiao would be like this." Shangguan Hongyu's voice was filled with sorrow.

Bian Lang said, "If it weren't for that, we might not have seen it."

“Brother Bian, this joke isn’t funny at all.” Shangguan Hongyu glared.

The first night of transporting corpses was peaceful and uneventful.

After all, it's not far from Xiangyang City. Even if the bandits are impatient, they wouldn't be foolish enough to make a move at this time.

The journey to Luoyang is a long one, and there are plenty of opportunities to take action along the way.

Corpse drivers travel at night and rest during the day, so daytime is undoubtedly the best time for thieves to strike.

Quan Guanqing told him to walk slowly, but Bian Lang still walked very fast.

They usually arrive at the next inn for transporting corpses in the middle of the night, eat something quickly, and then fall into a deep sleep.

Shangguan Hongyu is a light sleeper and is often startled awake, so she is always on guard.

Strangely enough, for several days in a row, the journey was very smooth.

However, the two Beggar Clan disciples who had been following behind have disappeared since last night.

Bian Lang felt it was better if there were no surveillance personnel. Their mission was to deliver Qiao Feng's body to the Beggars' Sect headquarters; nothing else was their concern.

The sun was blazing.

In the corpse-driving inn, Bian Lang and Shangguan Hongyu were both fast asleep.

The two Beggar Clan disciples who had disappeared suddenly reappeared at the door.

The two men exchanged a glance, drew their short swords, and slowly approached the two sleeping figures.

When they were less than a step apart, the two men raised their short swords and thrust them forward fiercely.

Shangguan Hongyu suddenly opened her eyes, kicked the person in front of her away, and at the same time threw the long sword beside her at Bian Lang.

The Beggar Clan disciple who stabbed Bian Lang with his knife was caught off guard and had his neck pierced by the longsword.

The splattered blood covered Bian Lang, making him think he had taken a blood bath.

Shangguan Hongyu leaped up, stomping on another person who was trying to escape, and angrily asked, "Who sent you?"

Bian Lang took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his face, and said, "Hong Yu, you can take your time with the interrogation. I'm going to change my clothes over there."

"Brother Bian, I'm so sorry." Shangguan Hongyu hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

Bian Lang had originally planned to grab the Beggar Clan disciple by the throat and interrogate him properly, but who would have thought that Shangguan Hongyu, his bodyguard, would be so dedicated.

After Bian Lang changed his clothes, Shangguan Hongyu had already killed the Beggar Clan disciple.

“It was You Tanzhi who made them do this.” Shangguan Hongyu frowned.

As the newly appointed leader of the Beggars' Sect, You Tanzhi was enjoying unparalleled influence. Why would he want to kill them so ruthlessly?

The two Beggars' Sect disciples were simply following the new leader's orders and were unaware of You Tanzhi's purpose in doing so.

Although You Tanzhi appears to be the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Quan Guanqing actually manages all the sect's affairs.

"Let's cook first," Bian Lang said.

Even if I lay down now, I doubt I'd be able to fall asleep.

"I'll go do it." Shangguan Hongyu wiped the blood off her longsword and strode outside.

Bian Lang carried the bodies of the two Beggar Clan disciples outside and disposed of them.

Upon returning, he sensed that something was amiss inside the inn.

Qiao Feng's body stood against the door, but the position of the talisman on his forehead was slightly off.

The sword energy from Shangguan Hongyu's sword strike just now could also cause the talisman to deviate.

But Qiao Feng's right hand, which was originally clenched into a fist, is now spread out with all five fingers, something that sword energy cannot do.

Bian Lang chuckled and said, "Since you're already here, why not come out and have a chat?"

After waiting a while, no one came down from the beam.

Bian Lang laughed and said, "The dust on the beams is thick; don't get the young lady's dress dirty."

Amidst a burst of silvery laughter, a woman in green slowly floated down from the beam.