I Really Am A Villain
Ch. 392 - Secret of The City Lord's Mansion

Hearing Steward Mo’s words, nearly everyone at the scene collapsed to the ground.

Some couldn’t believe it.

“They’re dead, all of them,” people stared blankly, shaking their heads.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly. Things had truly gone beyond his expectations.

“My condolences. I told you beforehand,” Steward Mo said calmly, shaking his head. He added, “The inheritance isn’t easy to obtain. The City Lord is also planning to seal it away.”

At this moment, the hall was extremely quiet.

No one spoke. Even though they had mentally prepared themselves earlier, they still couldn’t accept this outcome.

“Rest for a while. I’ll have the servants send you out of the mansion later,” Steward Mo said flatly.

“You’ll each receive ten spirit stones as a form of consolation.”

Watching Steward Mo leave, Xu Zimo and Situ Yunfei exchanged a look and then disappeared into the crowd.

After leaving the hall, Steward Mo sneered and walked toward his room in the inner courtyard.

The spring breeze was gentle, and the willow trees on both sides swayed enchantingly.

He had gained countless benefits from this incident.

This had been a well-planned trap from the start.

If not for concerns about public impact, they wouldn’t have gone to such trouble using the inheritance as bait.

When he returned to his small courtyard, just as he opened the door,

he saw someone standing by the window inside the room.

“Who are you?” Steward Mo frowned and asked.

As he spoke, he began slowly backing out of the courtyard.

“Someone here to take your life,” Situ Yunfei snorted coldly and waved his hand.

A vast amount of spiritforce surged forward.

Feeling the pressure of an Imperial Meridian Realm cultivator, Steward Mo’s expression changed drastically.

In Fearless City, even the City Lord was only at the peak of the Imperial Meridian Realm.

He didn’t dare to fight and immediately turned to flee as fast as he could.

“You’re not going anywhere,” came Xu Zimo’s voice from the doorway.

A wave of blade energy struck Steward Mo’s waist and sent him flying back into the room.

The door slowly closed. Steward Mo looked at the two in front of him and swallowed hard.

Xu Zimo sat on a chair by the table and casually poured himself a cup of tea.

He sipped slowly and said, “Talk.”

“Talk about what?” Steward Mo asked in confusion.

Before he could react, another blade flash came, cutting off a finger.

“From now on, every time your answer doesn’t satisfy me, I’ll cut off one of your fingers.”

Xu Zimo said calmly, “You’ve got twenty fingers and toes in total. No rush, we’ll take our time.”

“You’re the ones who came with those girls today?” Steward Mo suddenly realized.

He thought Xu Zimo and Situ Yunfei looked familiar and figured it out.

He sighed and said, “Why bother? They volunteered for the inheritance. I explained everything beforehand. How is that my fault?”

As soon as he finished speaking, another flash of blade energy came.

Steward Mo clutched his second severed finger, screaming in pain.

“Say something I care about,” Xu Zimo said while sipping his tea.

“I really don’t know,” Steward Mo shook his head in pain.

Clang!

A third finger was cut off.

“I’ll warn you, after all twenty fingers and toes are gone, your head’s next.”

Xu Zimo said flatly.

As he spoke, he slowly drew his blade, Shadow Tyrant, and gently wiped its sharp edge.

“Wait,” Steward Mo quickly stepped back and looked at Xu Zimo. “Do you already know something?”

“I only know that if I’m not satisfied with the truth, I’ll destroy Fearless City,” Xu Zimo said calmly.

“I don’t know what role you played in this or how much you profited, but if you’re dead, what good are those benefits? Or do you really think your City Lord can save you?”

“You’re declaring war on the Slaughter Empire,” Steward Mo said, his voice trembling.

“I’m a fair person. I don’t start wars for no reason,” Xu Zimo said flatly. “But if someone crosses me, so what if I wipe out the entire Slaughter Race?”

“Madman, you’re all madmen,” Steward Mo gasped in fear.

To wipe out the Slaughter Race, he never thought Xu Zimo would say such a thing.

Everyone knew what the Thirty-Six Empires represented in the Northern Continent.

The destruction of a race that had developed for millions of years, how difficult was that?

But Xu Zimo’s insane words scared him.

Because such people feared nothing.

“You have to promise me something. If I tell you, you’ll let me go,” Steward Mo said.

“Fine. I just want to know where the children were taken,” Xu Zimo nodded.

“They were taken for alchemy,” Steward Mo paused and replied.

“Alchemy?” Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

“Because the son of our City Lord of Fearless City, our Young Master Lu Feiyang, is practicing a demonic cultivation technique. Right now, he’s at a critical breakthrough stage and needs the blood of fifty children born on the seventh day of the seventh month as a primer to break through further,”

Steward Mo explained.

“We used the inheritance as a cover to lure in those who met the criteria.”

“Are they already dead?” Xu Zimo asked.

“No, they’re in the basement. You might still make it if you go now,”

Steward Mo replied quickly.

“Lead the way,” Xu Zimo said calmly, exchanging a glance with Situ Yunfei.

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Leaving Steward Mo’s courtyard, Xu Zimo and Situ Yunfei followed closely behind him.

Xu Zimo also warned Steward Mo not to play any tricks.

His blade doesn’t miss.

According to what Steward Mo said, the children were being held in the courtyard where Lu Feiyang lived.

Beneath it was a secret chamber used by Lu Feiyang for cultivation.

Because his technique was entirely evil, he had always been very cautious, never revealing it.

When Steward Mo led them to Lu Feiyang’s courtyard, they found the area tightly guarded by soldiers.

“Steward Mo, what’s the matter?”

A man in black armor at the entrance stopped them coldly and asked.

“General Heng, the Young Master summoned me,” Steward Mo quickly bowed with a smile.

“The Young Master summoned you?” the man named Lu Heng snorted coldly.

He said flatly, “Why wasn’t I informed? You’re not allowed in right now.”