Chapter 277: Young Master Kong

Kong family's young master, that Kong Sheng, isn't dead yet, is he?

Mo Hua was a little curious, so she followed the fat cultivator out the door, trailing behind him quietly and stealthily.

The fat cultivator was completely unaware, carrying a food box and muttering complaints in a low voice the whole way.

"I worked my ass off and finally managed to join Black Mountain Stronghold, but it wasn't to deliver food for them."

"It's fine if they don't teach me evil techniques, but they don't let me do any proper work, just delivering food to these good-for-nothings every day."

"Damn, a bunch of ungrateful pigs..."

"Out there, I have a reputation too."

Mo Hua listened and understood that this fat cultivator was resentful because his "talent wasn't appreciated."

He felt that Black Mountain Stronghold was blind and didn't give him evil techniques to practice, didn't let him go out to kill and rob, only let him deliver food and do odd jobs, so he felt discontent.

Mo Hua silently pursed her lips.

Indeed, you can't make a wall out of rotten mud, a dog's mouth can't produce ivory, and decayed wood can't be carved.

They don't do any proper work, they only think about harming others.

The fat cultivator grumbled in a low voice, walking several streets and turning several corners before arriving in front of a remote house. He knocked on the iron door.

"Young Master Kong, it's mealtime."

The fat cultivator said, and then, like feeding a pig, he poured all the food into a large bowl in front of the door and then pushed the bowl through the gap under the door.

The fat cultivator was about to leave after delivering the meal.

Suddenly, a young man's sharp voice came from inside.

"Don't leave!"

The fat cultivator frowned. Other evil cultivators yelling at him was one thing, but this Young Master Kong, though just a piglet, was actually speaking to him with this attitude?

The fat cultivator pulled at the corner of his mouth, enduring his temper. "Does Young Master Kong have something to say?"

Kong Sheng quickly said, "Did my dad, did my dad reply?"

"That I wouldn't know."

"It's been so long, it's impossible for him not to redeem me."

Through the iron door, Kong Sheng's voice sounded a little anxious, muffled.

"Do you all dislike the spirit stones? I can add more, six thousand... no, eight thousand!"

"As long as you release me and give me a way out."

"Any amount of spirit stones is fine, my dad will definitely give it to you all!"

When the fat cultivator heard "spirit stones," his eyes lit up slightly. "Are Young Master Kong's words true?"

"True! True!" Kong Sheng inside the door seemed to be nodding repeatedly. "As long as you release me!"

Kong Sheng paused after saying this, seemingly thinking of something, then asked, "Are you new?"

He found the voice of this meal delivery cultivator a little strange.

The fat cultivator's gaze slightly narrowed, and he slowly said, "Yes."

Kong Sheng thought he understood something.

Since he was new and still delivering food to him, his status must be low and humble, just like a servant in his family.

Kong Sheng said, "You secretly deliver a letter to my dad for me, and my dad will reward you handsomely."

The word "reward" suddenly displeased the fat cultivator.

He preferred to "rob," not be "rewarded" by others.

"Does Young Master have proof?"

Kong Sheng handed out a jade pendant from under the door gap. "This jade pendant, my dad gave it to me, it's worth five hundred spirit stones. Take it and show it to him, and he'll understand."

The fat cultivator took the jade pendant, his expression satisfied, and asked again, "What words does Young Master want me to bring?"

Kong Sheng lowered his voice and said, "My dad is a Foundation Establishment cultivator! Tell my dad to secretly bring people here and exterminate this stronghold, kill them all. After the matter is successful, you can enter the Kong family. I'll have my dad grant you the surname Kong, and you can be a manager, no, you can be an elder!"

Not only Mo Hua, but even the fat cultivator was shocked.

Are there really such stupid people in this world?

What exactly did his dad teach him?

Perhaps he really thought the Kong family was invincible and he could always do as he pleased.

The fat cultivator stuffed the jade pendant into his bosom and said flatteringly, "Young Master, don't worry, I will definitely convey your words."

"Good! Good!" Kong Sheng was overjoyed.

The fat cultivator's face showed sarcasm, but through the iron door, Kong Sheng couldn't see it at all.

"Young Master Kong, just stay here peacefully. Before the matter is successful, absolutely don't think of running, otherwise the evil cultivators here will become angry and embarrassed and will definitely kill you."

The fat cultivator hypocritically reminded him.

Kong Sheng said, "Don't worry, I won't run. Go quickly and deliver the words."

The fat cultivator sneered, turned around and walked away. Halfway there, he spat at the iron door and hummed softly:

"What a thing, truly damn stupid!"

Seeing his appearance, Mo Hua knew that he had definitely pocketed the jade pendant and wouldn't do anything, just getting the five hundred spirit stones for nothing.

Mo Hua shook her head, quietly flipped over the wall, saw that there was no one around, undid the roof array, removed a tile, and secretly looked inside.

The house inside was simple and bare.

A young cultivator stood by the doorway, his clothes luxurious but now tattered, looking like he had experienced many hardships.

He must be the direct line young master of the Kong family, Kong Sheng.

Mo Hua couldn't help but mutter:

"Indeed, good people don't live long, and disasters remain for a thousand years. This Kong Sheng's luck is actually so good, clearly so stupid, yet he can still survive in the hands of evil cultivators."

Then she sighed again, what exactly did the Kong family teach him, how did he become so dense?

He was actually still thinking of rewarding evil cultivators with spirit stones and having them help him.

They can reward you with food and leave you alive, which is already good enough.

Mo Hua muttered in her heart, yet she saw that Kong Sheng suddenly lost his temper.

Kong Sheng picked up the rice bowl, ate a few mouthfuls, pretended to vomit, and then forcibly swallowed it down.

Subsequently, a surge of anger and frustration rose in his heart.

He threw and smashed things again, waving his fists and feet, venting his anger with a ferocious expression, while also cursing:

"You all deserve to die! You all damn deserve to die!"

"What kind of things are you all, stepping on this young master's head, and I still have to beg you to do things, screw your moms!"

He seemed to think of the many miserable, unbearable, and shameful things that had happened on this trip.

He thought of how he had knelt before those evil cultivators to live, weeping and saying he was Young Master Kong, begging them to spare his life.

He thought of the mockery and laughter on the faces of the evil cultivators.

Kong Sheng couldn't help but turn red-eyed, roaring in a low voice:

"It's all the fault of that dog father and son surnamed Ji!"

"If you hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't have thought of killing you all, wouldn't have left the city, and wouldn't have fallen into this situation!"

"And that Fu Lan, that cheap woman! Even though she has some beauty, she pretends to be so damn pure! She actually didn't follow me!"

"Wait until I get my hands on you, I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

"These evil cultivators too, humiliating and looking down on me like this, you all deserve to die!"

"You all deserve to die!"

Kong Sheng's expression was hysterical.

Mo Hua listened, her brows gradually furrowing.

Clearly, he had done something wrong himself, he was in the wrong first, which was why he fell into this situation, yet he always felt that everyone else was in the wrong.

Moreover, his desire for revenge was so strong, and his nature was so vicious.

"It seems before leaving, I need to find a way to make Kong Sheng stay in this Black Mountain Stronghold forever."

Mo Hua silently pondered.

Bad people should just stay where bad people stay.

Kong Sheng and this Black Mountain Stronghold, they are quite a match.

However, she had to wait until she finished drawing the map first.

After two more days, the map of Black Mountain Stronghold was about seventy or eighty percent complete. Mo Hua's stomach was a little hungry, so she went to eat something in the kitchen of Black Mountain Stronghold.

While eating, Mo Hua heard the old man in the kitchen scolding that fat cultivator.

"The pastries prepared for the third boss were stolen... I told you to watch them, and you didn't watch them. You can't even do this small thing right, what use are you?"

The third boss's pastries?

Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, looking at the pastry she was eating, which she had already eaten half of.

This was for the third boss?

No wonder...

She felt that this pastry wasn't that hard to eat, so she ate more of it.

On the other side, the old man in the kitchen was still scolding.

He was old, and his temper was smelly and stubborn. His words were unpleasant, and he scolded the fat cultivator thoroughly.

The fat cultivator didn't dare to retort.

After the old man finished scolding, he snorted coldly and left.

The fat cultivator stood in place, so angry that his eyelids twitched. He cursed in a hateful voice:

"Which bastard stole it, if I find out, I will definitely make your death a bad one!"

Mo Hua, who was eating the pastry, was stunned by his words, then slowly licked her lips, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

Bastard?

A bad death?

"Not only scold me, but also want me to die?"

Mo Hua silently looked at the fat cultivator, her thoughts racing, considering whether to kill this fatty first.

Thank you, I still have the opportunity to receive a reward from my mother.

Adding one more chapter today.