820 He clasped his hands in greeting to the moon and bowed deeply.

We bow and clasp our hands to the moon; we are such simple people!

Bow three times to the moon, not to the king or the royal family, but only to the Holy Emperor!

The blue robe cannot hide the signs of age, but the childlike heart remains undiminished by the passing years!

He wore a blue robe, with the Dragon-Slaying Blade at his waist, which hummed softly, as if rejoicing at its master's breakthrough.

With a single breath, Elder Yun arrived outside a dilapidated courtyard. The earthen walls and leaky tiles were filled with miscellaneous items, and a lone cabbage stood in one corner, covered by a broken winnowing basket.

This is a corner of the North City area, and also a corner outside the city walls of the North City area. It is somewhat chaotic, with the alleys and roads along the street being rather messy.

But at this moment, it was unusually quiet, and the people sleeping were sleeping peacefully.

These past few days, there's no need to worry about too many petty people, troublesome people, evil people, or even a few dog demons disguised as humans devouring people at night!

After waiting quietly in the courtyard for a moment, the wooden door opened gently, without a sound of wind or the creaking of the door.

Emperor Ye opened the door softly and stepped out. Inside, the voices were gentle and soft, like those of a caring husband.

Outside the door, the door is quietly closed; a knife is at the waist, gripped tightly in the hand—better safe than sorry!

With a gentle wave of his hand, a peculiar aura expanded outwards like a wall, seemingly isolating Elder Yun and Emperor Ye from the outside world!

Emperor Ye Wu nodded slightly, seemingly unconcerned, or perhaps he already knew who the visitor was and what their purpose was!

Elder Yun smiled slightly, bowed politely, and said softly, "I apologize for the lateness of the night; the name of Emperor Ye Wu is renowned far and wide!"

The old Martial Emperor is still unclear about whether he is friend or foe, so it is only right to be polite. Moreover, the background of the Night Martial Emperor has been thoroughly investigated, and he is not currently a bad person. Furthermore, he has no children or descendants, so it is natural to prioritize courtesy.

Emperor Ye clasped his hands in return, and said softly, "Emperor Yun Martial's praise is too much. It's merely a humble skill. I'm only staying here temporarily, and I apologize for any inconvenience caused."

He paused slightly, smiled gently, and continued, "I have no intention of interfering in the affairs of the royal city. Back in the time of the Holy Emperor, we made a pact that I would remain in the palace to protect its safety and prevent attacks from external enemies!"

The rest of the Night Emperor gently stopped.

The words "attacked by foreign enemies" sounded rather heavy, as if they were implying something. Elder Yun nodded slightly.

Elder Yun chuckled softly, "With Emperor Ye Wu's words, I feel much more at ease. I wonder what Emperor Ye Wu's thoughts are on the affairs of the royal city."

As Master Yun said softly, some things are worth trying.

Emperor Yewu's eyes remained calm, and he did not immediately refuse. During this period of temporary residence, he naturally did not need to consider worldly matters of money.

Moreover, in the past few days, this northern region has stretched from the royal city all the way to here, and even beyond a hundred miles.

Even Emperor Ye was somewhat taken aback.

What should be done about these gang members, kidnappers, evil beggars, and those with shady dealings? They should be dealt with according to the law, imprisoned, forced into labor or corvée labor, or exiled.

However, Elder Yun slashed and beheaded people, leaving a trail of heads and rivers of blood!

The air was thick with the stench of gambling. From top to bottom, everyone was involved. Those who participated claimed to be victims, saying they had been cheated by the gambling den, losing money, houses, and even their children.

Yesterday I heard that everyone in the surrounding villages was talking about how Hou Laowu ran to the newly appointed yamen runner to file a complaint, hoping to take the opportunity to get back the money he lost gambling and his house.

Unexpectedly, the newly appointed yamen runners truly stood up for him, even asking him to bring all the participants he knew, including how much they lost, how much they paid off, and to whom they paid off.

It's hard to imagine that forty or fifty people came in just one morning. They had all gambled away their family fortunes, and some had even become beggars.

Through these victims, they helped each other and found more people to participate.

They also took the opportunity to find more scoundrels, those who gave money, and those who returned after nine out of fifteen transactions, and those who took back a penny first.

They searched the area within a radius of several dozen miles, and there were two or three hundred people in total.

Then came a hail of heads and rivers of blood!

Several branches of royal families in this area were wiped out, and the bloodshed and turmoil lingered all day long. Anyone with a conscience would wet their pants in disgust.

If one can eliminate all the villains within a hundred miles in a single day, those left behind should all be kind, mediocre, and timid people, which should make things much simpler.

At that time, the shouts and cries for justice echoed for miles around, as if their throats were being torn apart.

'Sir, I am the creditor, I am the victim!'

"My lord, I was cheated out of my family fortune by those people! I am the victim, I am truly the victim!"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman beside him, though her expression was one of fear, gleamed with a glint in her eyes. She muttered a curse, "Good riddance! That Hou Laowu, it's one thing to lose, but he even took his wife and children as collateral. He truly deserves to die."

Meanwhile, he overheard whispers in the nearby houses: "Good riddance, good riddance. That Ge Ba Zi was a real scoundrel, always up to no good, always taking advantage of his family, always leaving after nine years and returning after fifteen, and if he couldn't pay it back, he'd cause trouble every day."

He even demanded other men's wives and daughters as collateral for his debts. He's been blatantly audacious lately, practically outright robbery! He deserved to die long ago. Heaven has finally punished him; it's a true act of mercy!

The various reactions were all vehement condemnations of these things.

There was also an old man named Wen, living two houses away, who cursed under his breath, "That damned grandson of a cook, he's finally been caught and beheaded. He's been stealing chickens and ducks from the neighborhood all these years, thinking we didn't know."

They're just relying on the fact that someone in their family is a police chief; it's no use even if we report them.

Every day, he secretly carried a brick. A few months ago, Xiao Luo from the next street, such a good kid, was reportedly killed by a brick after being seen stealing chickens and ducks at night.

Without realizing it, the old man's voice got a little louder!

The old woman beside him shuddered and quickly whispered, "Old man, keep your voice down. Don't talk nonsense; the walls may hear you."

The old man quickly paused and said in a low voice, "Yes, yes, I was too angry just now. Everyone knows it was this old bastard, but we just can't arrest him."

Xiao Luozi was such a good child; if he had been alive by now, he wouldn't be dead.

The old woman looked at him with pity and said in a low voice, "Yes, everyone knows about this, but no one dares to expose him because we haven't caught him. Even if they did, we're in the outer city, and we probably can't even get past the government office."

The old man nodded slightly, remained silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, "That's good. That grandson of a cook was caught stealing chickens and dogs, but this time he was beheaded. It's truly a blessing from heaven. And those other people are all dead too."

I heard that General Nian has taken over our area. I wonder if we will have any peace and quiet.

I don't ask for much; if only it were like a year ago.

The old woman echoed softly, "At least they're all dead. We can finally have some peace and quiet. I just hope General Nian is a just and upright official."

During this period, Emperor Ye Wu unconsciously opened his ears and senses. The sounds of people, rats digging holes, owls foraging, and bats hunting all around him would inevitably fly into his ears. He couldn't help but listen, and the more he listened, the more addicted he became.