Du Moyu played with increasing enthusiasm, seemingly thinking of his own experiences, the tune becoming more and more sorrowful and indignant, until finally he couldn't help but his eyes reddened.

When the song ended, Jiang Cheng and the village chief couldn't help but applaud. Jiang Cheng subconsciously reached into his pocket, wanting to find some change to tip.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Cheng couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer, and looked at Du Moyu and asked, "I remember you write novels, aren't you usually busy? Do you have time to practice this?"

Du Moyu was a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "I don't know about other genres, but I write paranormal stories. Now the whole genre has been axed and renamed suspense. Back when I was down on my luck, I squatted at the subway entrance for a few days to cool down."

"So... so I just practiced this casually." Du Moyu patted the erhu and smiled unnaturally.

"I see." Jiang Cheng nodded. He didn't make a habit of exposing other people's scars.

After one song, Fatty was clearly not satisfied. He rarely met such a compatible erhu player. Without thinking, he patted Du Moyu on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Begging is begging, why be so refined? Back in the day, your Rich Brother here did the same thing, but our situations are different. My wallet was stolen."

"Later, I blew baihuo (songs played at funerals) for three days in a local village musical troupe and earned enough travel expenses to go home." When he brought up the past, Fatty didn't hold a grudge, but was more carefree.

Unexpectedly, Du Moyu didn't like hearing that and stood up with a whoosh, arguing with a red face, "What begging? Can you call what a scholar does begging? I was experiencing life, accumulating material, I..."

Jiang Cheng made a stopping gesture, finally silencing the two.

Jiang Cheng had a rough idea of the arrangements for tonight.

After asking the village chief for a few pieces of cloth, he wrapped up the erhu and suona (Chinese wind instrument). The three left the village and found a secluded place, where Jiang Cheng directed them to start rehearsing.

Fatty and Du Moyu had a high degree of tacit understanding. Seeing that it was almost ready, Fatty threw down the suona and stared at Jiang Cheng with expectant eyes, "Doctor, I've seen through it long ago. You've been holding back a bellyful of bad ideas. You want to put on the wedding dress, pretend to be the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess), and trick Yu Chengmu, that old bastard, into opening the door, right?"

"That's the idea, but I can't do it." Jiang Cheng said bluntly, "First, I can't fit into this wedding dress. Second, if I go, I might be able to fool others, but that Yu Chengmu definitely wouldn't be fooled."

Fatty blinked, "So..."

Jiang Cheng lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly to look at his shadow, "Um... is my Brother Wu here?"

The shadow lay on the ground, without any reaction.

"Handsome and dashing, jade-like Brother Wu, are you there?"

...

Half an hour later, Jiang Cheng and the other two were gathered around a stone, and on the stone sat a man holding a knife in his arms. The man had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and his profile was as firm as iron.

In short, no matter what Jiang Cheng and the others said, Wu didn't speak, just glared at them.

"Brother Wu." Jiang Cheng rubbed his hands obsequiously, "You don't want... your brothers to be in a difficult position, do you?"

"Scram!"

Du Moyu felt a jolt in his heart, and saw a large character appear on the ground.

Fortunately, one of Jiang Cheng's jobs was as a psychologist, so he provided guidance to Wu in all aspects. Fatty seized the opportunity to open the box, took out the wedding dress, and shook it with a smile, assisting him, "Brother Wu, I heard that there are only 0 times and countless times with this kind of thing. Do you want to try it? Just in case... I mean, just in case, you just happen to like this style?"

Fatty gently rubbed the wedding dress with his chubby hands, and introduced it with a smile on his face: "Look at this material, this workmanship, this stitching, tsk tsk... you'll definitely look good in it!"

It wasn't until he noticed the veins on Wu's temples popping out that he restrained himself a little.

The daytime hours passed quickly. After the sun went down, the darkness once again enveloped this little-known village.

Inside a wing room, the candlelight was dim.

An old man with a goatee sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.

The door was tightly closed, and A Biao was lying behind the door, staring at the night outside.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and measured his tone: "No need to look, tonight... once the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) arrives, it will be the death of those guys!"

"The revenge for Boss Jia, and the revenge for Zhang Jun and Yu Zhouqing, will also be avenged." Although Yu Chengmu's tone was calm, the hint of smugness between his brows could not be concealed.

A Biao naturally didn't believe his nonsense, but he still needed to use Yu Chengmu now, so he was still very polite on his face. He turned his head and said in a sincere tone, "I was able to get away this time, thanks to Master Yu's foresight. This kindness must not be forgotten."

After a pause, A Biao sighed and continued, "Now that Boss Jia is gone, I have become a rootless tree. If Master Yu doesn't mind, I am willing to follow you."

"I have Boss Jia's resources in my hands, and Master Yu has the ability to reach the heavens. It seems that if we join forces, we will definitely achieve something."

A Biao was also a person who had crawled out of blood, and he could tell lies more truthfully than the truth. He looked at Yu Chengmu with gratitude and sincerity, and faintly with a trace of unwillingness.

This trace of unwillingness was the finishing touch. Yu Chengmu should know after thinking about it, how could someone like him be willing to be subordinate to others? Isn't it just bad luck and forced to do so.

Yu Chengmu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "If I can get Brother A Biao's help, why should I worry about not achieving great things? Since Brother A Biao is interested, then I will definitely not refuse. From now on, if I, Yu Chengmu, have a bite to eat, I will never wrong you, brother."

"Thank you, Master Yu."

"Hehe, we are all one family."

Yu Chengmu also knew that A Biao was delaying time. More precisely, whether A Biao was sincerely surrendering or feigning compliance, it didn't matter, anyway, he didn't plan to keep him alive.

In Yu Chengmu's eyes, A Biao was a dead man.

Tonight, after solving Jiang Cheng and the others, the next one will be him!

And as the last survivor, the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) will naturally belong to him, Yu Chengmu.

As for having the help of the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess), then... hehe, Yu Chengmu's mind was full of yearning for future life.

A Biao didn't have Yu Chengmu's good mood. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said worriedly, "Master Yu, the candles are lit in Jiang Cheng's room. They are in the room."

"But... why didn't they come to knock on the door today?" A Biao asked suspiciously, "Even if they know we won't open the door, they should try. I've fought with that kid, Jiang Cheng. He's insidious and cunning, with a belly full of tricks. We have to be careful!"

Yu Chengmu smiled slightly upon hearing this, flicked his sleeves, narrowed his eyes, and showed the demeanor of an expert, "It doesn't matter, everything is within my expectations. Tonight, I will definitely kill this kid and avenge Boss Jia and the others!"