Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning Chapter 502 - 235 Accident

"Don’t forget !"

The voice still lingered, but her traces were already lost.

Su Mo stood at the original spot, bewildered for a long while.

Unbeknownst to him, Wan Cangxin had co to his side.

"Su, the Chief of the Escort?"

He spoke softly.

Su Mo sighed and shook his head slightly: "Have I... beco entangled in a love debt?"

"..."

Wan Cangxin was montarily at a loss for words, only able to sigh alongside Su Mo.

Seeing this, Su Mo looked at him sowhat curiously:

"Why does Brother Wan sigh?"

After holding it in for a while, Wan Cangxin finally burst out, "Both are wanderers at the end of the world..."

Su Mo’s eyebrows slightly raised, suddenly rembering.

Between Wan Cangxin and the little princess of Wusheng Hall, there were rumored stories.

The Death Order was also issued because of this.

But the various experiences that followed made Su Mo almost forget the cause of these events.

"Are you thinking of that person from Wusheng Hall?"

Su Mo’s eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of gossip in his expression.

However, upon hearing this, Wan Cangxin’s face suddenly turned grim.

His expression was extrely complex.

It was not the look one would have when thinking of a beloved, but rather filled with profound regret.

Besides, Su Mo wasn’t sure if he was mistaken.

There was also an indescribable disgust hidden in Wan Cangxin’s eyes.

This made Su Mo sowhat perplexed for a mont.

"Brother Wan?"

Su Mo spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, the expression on Wan Cangxin’s face imdiately faded, his deanor unconsciously reverting back to that of the Scar-faced Strange Guest.

But after looking at Su Mo, he ca back to his senses, knowing that now was not the ti to mimic anyone.

In the end, he could only sigh: "Lord Su... I’m sorry."

"Not at all."

Su Mo shook his head: "If I have evoked mories that Brother Wan did not wish to recall, that is my fault."

"I dare not..."

Wan Cangxin forced a smile: "It just reminded of the great sins I bear."

After saying that, he spoke no more and turned to leave.

Su Mo watched his retreating figure, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.

Recollecting what Wan Cangxin had said tonight, his words echoed in Su Mo’s mind.

Suddenly, his expression changed, staring at Wan Cangxin with surprise.

"Could it be?"

He murmured, but then shook his head gently.

He then turned back to look toward the direction Little Situ had left.

He couldn’t help but sigh for a mont.

Su Tianyang was a man with many romantic debts.

While he cherished his wife at ho, he also caused many others to lead a life of loneliness.

Su Mo had heard too much about him and always thought of keeping himself proper, not to flirt or court.

Yang Xiaoyun had shown him great favor, how could he fail her?

Yet... how had things developed to this extent?

How should he explain this to Yang Xiaoyun?

It would be easier not to tell, but Yang Xiaoyun would inevitably find out one day.

What then?

This was nothing compared to Wei Ziyi; that was rely Wei Ruhan’s one-sided affection.

After the ordeal in the cave, Su Mo couldn’t honestly say that he had no involvent with Little Situ.

This matter... had left a mark in the heart of Little Situ.

How could Su Mo remain completely unaffected?

But if he were to tell Yang Xiaoyun...

Who knows what startling words Yang Xiaoyun might say?

Su Mo felt his head swell imnsely for a mont.

Finally, he glanced at the token in his hand, stored it securely, and returned to where Master Hongyun and the others were.

This clearly wasn’t the place for discussions.

The group of monks, hungrier after a long while, had no mood for idle chat.

The group imdiately left Wu Wang Forest and found a nearby inn.

Of course, calling it an inn... actually, it was more of a nefarious establishnt.

It was already within the territory of the Demon Sect, but there were still ordinary civilians.

After all, even the Demon Sect understood not to drain the pond while fishing.

And for civilians living in such an environnt, life naturally wasn’t easy.

Fierce competition was the norm, cutting off heads far more casually than cutting vegetables.

In this environnt, those who could afford to run an inn... their wealth didn’t co from lodging services.

However, this type of issue depended on appearance.

If the guests looked formidable, then it operated as an ordinary inn.

Certainly, there wouldn’t be any sedatives in the wine, nor human flesh in stead buns, with guests chopped up into beef sauce overnight.

They would be more obedient than anyone, treating you extrely well, as if you were an ancestor to serve.

But... if the guests were ordinary people.

Then they needed to be cautious.

Whether or not to consu this "fatty at" was up to the mood of the innkeepers.

The murder for wealth, then, was as common as daily als.

Of course, there could be tis of unexpected rcy, and not every sighting led to slaughter.

So for ordinary people traveling through this area, staying here was often avoided.

To stay was to gamble with their lives!

Su Mo´s group arrived in the middle of the night.

Calling on the inn at such an hour naturally didn’t endear them to the innkeepers.

But seeing such a large group of people, they imdiately honestly opened their doors to welco them.

Especially seeing Master Hongyun and this group of monks, they smiled more diligently, acting even more attentive.

It would clearly be even better if they hadn’t put ’Bone Erosion Powder’ in the food.

Eventually... the food was remade by the monks.

The inn’s two-story building, aside from the innkeepers and their hired thugs, was utterly devoid of any guests.