Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 229 Don't make a sound, she's grilling.

As a cultivator, Zhu Wuyao writes stories at a very fast pace, especially since he has a lot of material in his mind, which are rare and unusual in the cultivation world.

Therefore, in just two days and one night, she forged a travelogue that could be shown to the public.

This book, *The Travels of the Zhu Family*, aligns very closely with the traditional values ​​of Biyi City.

There are huge dangers lurking in the outside world.

After leaving Biyi City, you will encounter man-eating tigers, giant pythons blocking your path, bandits robbing you, and shady inns that prey on you...

In the story, she went through countless hardships before finally escaping back to her hometown, and even as she wrote this travelogue, she was still filled with lingering fear.

It is the best choice for parents to educate their children.

It is suitable for every household in Biyicheng to have a copy.

It can definitely stop children's restless curiosity, keep them at home and stop thinking about going out.

However, there are many such books in Biyi City.

It's nothing more than old, commonplace talk, adding to the isolation of Biyi City.

But "What's on the other side of the mountain?" is a viewpoint that has never appeared in the city before.

Zhu Wuyao took the time to talk to A Meng about this matter.

As she expected, children are always very interested in these kinds of secret dealings. Her eyes lit up, and she said:

"Sister, if you fall on the road ahead, I will definitely take over the burden from your hands and become a torch guiding the way in the dark night—oh dear!"

A Meng's forehead was tapped by Zhu Wuyao with his bent finger.

"Say something nice."

What does it mean to fall on the road to progress?

Zhu Wuyao looked at A Meng, who was flipping through an adventure book, and asked:

"Of your classmates from school, are more likely to leave Biyi City or stay in their hometown when they grow up?"

A-Meng rested her chin on her hand, thought for a moment, and said:

"Master Qi led us to bury seedlings in the woods behind the mountain. She taught us that fallen leaves return to their roots and that we should always return to our hometown. She also said that if we stayed in Biyi City, we could grow taller with the saplings until we reached the clouds."

...The guidance of these diverse beings is truly all-pervasive.

Even the young woman who taught the school instilled in her children from a young age the idea of ​​staying put and never leaving their hometown.

Coupled with their parents' teachings, it's not surprising that there's such a strong attachment to their hometown in Biyicheng.

Before Zhu Wuyao could say anything more, A Meng asked first:

"Sister, if we want to spread the word about 'What's on the Other Side of the Mountain,' we need to print the book first!"

Zhu Wuyao had certainly taken this into consideration.

Therefore, the bookstore owner had to pass away.

Not only is it necessary to completely turn the adventure into a secret, but he can also drop equipment when he dies.

How do you explain murder to a child...?

What if A-Meng guesses that she is the murderer, and she realizes that this is not a game, but that someone is destined to be injured or killed, and she becomes afraid?

Zhu Wuyao looked at A Meng, who was carefree and whose eyes were full of purity.

So what if you guessed it?

Does she really want to risk being assimilated and starting a new cycle of reincarnation just to protect the child's innocence?

Even if she guessed it, A-Meng would only feel fear, but given the bookstore owner's experience, she might not dare to tell anyone.

Zhu Wuyao once again reminded himself—

Even if A-Meng resembles her real sister, she is still just a replica formed from the myriad forms of the demon race.

Not only are they not of the same race as her, but it's even uncertain whether they are real people at all.

Thinking this, she smiled and said:

"Ameng, you should go back to sleep first. I'll find a way to get the things needed for printing the book."

Zhu Wumeng looked at her sister with a hint of doubt, as if she was curious about what kind of method it was.

However, she did not ask any further questions.

It was as if she was worried that if she asked too many questions, her sister would no longer let her get involved in these things in the future.

Watching Ah Meng skip and hop back to her room, Zhu Wuyao stood up.

She put "The Travels of Zhu" in her storage bag.

I arrived at the bookstore under the cover of night.

The people in Biyi City lived a prosperous and peaceful life, and the bookstores were structured with a shop in the front and a courtyard in the back.

Hong Fei has already gone to bed.

Only a candle remained lit by the bedside.

"Squeak—"

As the door was pushed open, a breeze blew in through the crack, causing the candlelight to flicker slightly.

The candlelight murder case remains unresolved. The bookstore owner, fast asleep on the bed, is slightly shaken, and the image of Zhu Wuyao, expressionless, is reflected on the kitchen knife.

Perhaps out of instinctive alertness, Hong Fei, who was fast asleep, seemed to wake up.

But Zhu Wuyao didn't give him a chance to come to his senses.

He swung a kitchen knife and hacked the person to death.

If we're only talking about the annoyance from a verbal argument, at most we'd throw the person in the river to rinse them off and then pull them out.

She killed Hong Fei not out of personal vendetta, but simply because she had a need.

So instead of deliberately waking the person, he took advantage of their deep sleep to deliver a clean and swift cut.

In the previous cycle, Zhu Wuyao went to the north of the city and focused more on speed.

Therefore, having never carefully observed the state of the demon at the time of its death in this "dream" of all living beings, Zhu Wuyao now had the time to look closely, but could not see anything strange about it.

That's true. She's in the mountains and hasn't come out yet, so how could she know the true face of the mountains?

He threw down "The Travels of Zhu Shi" and made it appear as if he had read it.

Fortunately, the bookstore was very small and didn't sell much in a year. They only hired help when needed and didn't have long-term employees. Otherwise, Zhu Wuyao would have had to consider wiping out the entire family.

I wandered around for a while.

They found the tools used for printing books, but because it was a small workshop, the number of wood-carved movable type pieces was far from complete.

It's probably just for printing a fixed number of books.

Even for ordinary books, hiring a scribe to copy them wouldn't cost too much money and could still be profitable.

However, for Zhu Wuyao, the matter could not be known to others, and he could not use the method of hiring someone to copy books. Moreover, "What's on the Other Side of the Mountain" would not earn him any money.

Hmm? I can't make any money!

Zhu Wuyao then realized the problem of making a living.

Then another, more serious problem came to mind—

Where is Ye Xiaozhou?!

From the day the two went their separate ways, Zhu Wuyao rewrote those travelogues into adventure stories, suffered setbacks at the bookstore, made plans at home, and wrote out the travelogues in writing...

Eight or nine days have passed since I finished all the tasks.

Why hasn't Ye Xiaozhou returned yet?

No, I should say, how come she only realized this problem now?

Zhu Wuyao frowned deeply.

She immediately decided to go and find Ye Xiaozhou that very night, so that she could have another helper to make movable type printing.

I thought it would be difficult to find anyone.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Wuyao discovered Ye Xiaozhou in a dilapidated temple not far from the city wall.

She had a fire pit set up in front of her, roasting pigeons and holding a paper-sealed salt packet in her hand, waiting for the fire to reach the perfect temperature to infuse the barbecue with its soul.

Zhu Wuyao was a little annoyed at the time. She had been worried, but this guy was calmly grilling the food.

"Ye Xiaozhou, you have a lot of free time, huh?"

She revealed herself and walked up to Ye Xiaozhou. Unexpectedly, Ye Xiaozhou looked up at her and said:

"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking."