The villain and I have eight hundred minds combined

After getting dressed, Mo Ziyu and a group of believers stood in the backyard. They were arranged by the high priest to kneel on the ground and kowtow to Lin Qifeng, who was sitting in front of them and taking the place of the leader.

Everyone looked pious, except Mo Ziyu who looked a little indifferent.

"Kneel down to worship the Lord and show respect for the grace of God!" The high priest presided in front.

Mo Ziyu knelt on the ground along with the group of people and kowtowed to Lin Qifeng.

Lin Qifeng glanced at the high priest, indicating his dissatisfaction with his eyes.

The high priest understood what he meant and said, "You are not sincere. If the leader is dissatisfied, he will not be able to bring peace to the three realms."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they hurriedly increased their strength, knocking their heads hard on the ground. Some people went crazy and kowtowed madly until their foreheads bled. Then they cried loudly and shouted, "May the leader grant us peace on Qihua Island!"

"May the Lord grant me peace on Qihua Island!"

Everyone suddenly became sad and angry and started shouting.

The high priest stared at Mo Ziyu in the crowd. He knew in his heart that the island owner didn't like this man, so he walked over and said, "If your heart is not sincere, your sister's illness cannot be cured."

Mo Ziyu's expression changed and he immediately kowtowed to the ground.

The high priest turned around and looked at Lin Qifeng, who smiled with satisfaction.

"May the Jingtian Sect grant peace to the three realms and happiness to the people!" The high priest spread his hands and shouted to the sky.

The people below shouted excitedly: "May the Pure Heaven Sect grant peace to the three realms and happiness to the people!"

Mo Ziyu was silent for a moment, and finally shouted loudly with those people.

After the blessing ceremony, Lin Qifeng asked the high priest to call Mo Ziyu over alone.

After Mo Ziyu participated in the blessing ceremony, his eyes changed. They were pure, full of eager expectation and desire: "Island Master... Can the Jingtian Sect really save my sister? Can it really save Qihua Island?"

"You should believe me and the leader. The leader is doing this for the Three Realms, and I am doing this for the Flower Praying Island." Lin Qifeng remained calm and continued, "How about this, since you are penniless and will not be able to pay the monthly church fees, you can go and help me with something. You look pretty strong, so I'll let you do your part to pray for your sister."

"But that blacksmith shop..."

Lin Qifeng quickly stopped him and said, "Your blacksmith shop doesn't make much money a day, how can it pay off the debt? Don't you want to save your sister? You are the only one in the entire Jingtian Sect who can't pay the tribute. Considering that you are kind to your sister, I deliberately asked the leader for your help. The leader is kind-hearted and immediately told me to let you do some manual labor to pay off the debt of the tribute. Don't you know how to be grateful?"

Mo Ziyu's eyes were filled with hope, and he said enthusiastically with light in his eyes: "I understand! Thank you, Master, thank you, Island Master!"

Lin Qifeng sneered in his heart, but smiled kindly on his face: "Very good, do you know Liu Fusheng, the local rich man in South Island?"

Mo Ziyu was stunned and shook his head: "I have never been to South Island, so I don't know much about what's going on there."

The high priest replied: "It's okay, I can tell you."

Qihua Island is divided into North and South. Liu Fusheng, who lives in the South Island, has never been obedient to Lin Qifeng's discipline. Relying on his wealth and power, he plans to start a new business on the South Island and become the new owner of the South Island. In addition, he also hired a lot of thugs in his house to prevent Lin Qifeng's people from bringing people over to try to wipe out his power as the owner of the South Island.

Lin Qifeng's men went there twice, but they were all beaten black and blue, unable to fight back. Liu Fusheng even arrogantly asked someone to bring a message to him, saying that if one day Lin Qifeng couldn't make ends meet in Beidao, he could still go to his bank to borrow some money to get by, and he was very generous, giving nine out of ten back.

These words made Lin Qifeng so angry that he wanted to twist Liu Fusheng's head off!

Then, this matter became a thorn in Lin Qifeng's side. He was determined to find a way to remove him from the position of the island master of South Island! In order to root out the problem, he also planned to leave no one alive in the Liu family!

"Go... to kill someone?" Mo Ziyu's face turned pale and his voice was low.

Lin Qifeng knew that he didn't have that ability. Even if he was a blacksmith, he might not be a martial arts master. This move was, firstly, to let him suffer a little to relieve his hatred. Who made his daughter fall in love with such a waste and be obsessed with this kid all day long? It made him angry when he saw him. Secondly, to warn Liu Fusheng that he, Lin Qifeng, was not so easy to bully. He would make sure that you would not have peace in your house every other day.

Anyway, Lin Qifeng will not suffer any loss, so he will just let this kid be a chess piece and go to South Island to test the waters.

If you die accidentally, you're dead.

"How? Do you agree or not?"

Mo Ziyu clenched his fists and trembled: "Okay..."

Mo Ziyu did not tell Qi Baige about going to the Liu family in South Island, even though the two had already agreed to face everything together. However, this matter was too dangerous. Even though she was a cultivator, he did not want to put her in danger. So, he decided to leave for South Island immediately while Qi Baige was staying in the inn on the island.

He had nowhere to go, so he found a stable near the inn where Qi Baige was staying. Late at night, he slowly sharpened his knife in the stable.

The island was silent. In the cold night, the sound of sharpening knives could be heard from the stable.

After sharpening the knife, he stood up, put the knife on his waist, tightened his wrist guard, stretched his muscles, and quickly left the stable.

He used his light Kung Fu to travel quickly, stepping on the eaves and tree branches as he rushed past, startling a flock of flying birds.

Without anyone noticing, in less than an incense stick of time, they had arrived at South Island.

If it were other people on the island, it would take more than half an hour to go to the South Island even if they took a carriage.

Following the map given by the high priest, he moved quickly on the roofs of Nan Dao and soon found the Liu family compound.

At night at the Liu family's house, a group of guards were on duty. He landed on a side wall quietly, and seeing so many people, he felt unusually calm.

He landed lightly on the ground, flipped over the wall, covered the mouth of a man with his hand, then raised his knife and slashed it down quickly and efficiently. The security guard in front of him didn't know what had happened, but there was a bloody mark on his neck. He fell to the ground with his eyes wide open and died soon after.

It was his first time as an assassin, and he felt unusually calm. There was a faint glimmer of scales on the skin of his arms, but he was in great pain.

He hid behind the wall in silence for a long time before picking up the blood-stained knife and moving forward.

He groped in the dark and sneaked up behind the second man, and slashed with the knife again. His movements became faster and faster. The anxiety and pain in his heart made him want to end this assassination quickly.

More and more people died, and they died silently. Even until there were countless corpses lying in the yard, his breathing remained steady and not disordered.