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Chapter 4624: 5.0376 Summoned a Great Buddha!

"Slap!" The little one unceremoniously slapped his hand away. Then, with an expressionless face, she looked around for a long time, waited for a moment, and finally couldn't help but frown.

The Divine Descent Talisman was indeed as disappointing as ever! Forget it, it was probably like Rotten Peach Blossom, a delayed character. It was coming slower, but it should be on its way now, right?

"Vice Hall Master, Master is here." A voice announced from outside the door. Fan Meng came to his senses and said, "Please let him in."

Mou Yang strode in, his eyes immediately locking onto Qiao Mu. "I heard you wanted to see me? Little girl, you've got guts! What, aren't you scared now?"

"Don't think that just because Hall Master Gong and the others are protecting you, I can't do anything to you."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Qiao Mu interrupted the old man's monologue irritably. "I called you here because I have something for you to do. Do it well, and I'll give you this." As she spoke, the little girl rummaged in her sleeve again, pulled out a pitch-black Heart of Misfortune, and casually tossed it in her hand. "How about it?"

Everyone: !

Master Mou Yang's mind was probably currently experiencing a stampede of a thousand [expletive] beasts. If there were two words to express his current feelings, they would definitely be… "Holy crap."

What was going on? Could this girl's head have been squeezed by a door panel? Was there such a bizarre existence as her? What did she think she was casually pulling out? It wasn't some decorative little glass ball; that was a genuine, refined secret realm!

"Little girl, are your words true?!" The old man's eyes glowed with thousands of lights. If he could have pounced and snatched it at that moment, he would have long since disregarded his status and done so. However, with some apprehension towards Fan Meng and the others, the old man forcibly held himself back. Now, hearing the Little Stoic offer such an enticing condition, how could he refuse?

"What do you want?"

"For you, it's almost effortless." Qiao Mu tossed the Heart of Misfortune in her hand, her cold, desolate eyes fixed on the old man, her tone eerie. "You go and take care of all the useless people around that Mu Qingya. Dismantle her limbs for me and bring her before me."

"And then, this is yours." The little one said in an indifferent tone, raising her hand and tossing the Heart of Misfortune back and forth like a toy.

The old man watched, feeling his teeth ache, his old eyes fixed intently on the Heart of Misfortune in her hand.

"Deal!" The old man forced out two words from between his teeth, agreeing almost without a second thought.

Qiao Mu nodded, looking at the old man with a faint, knowing smile. "Go do it. If you do it well, you'll naturally get a huge benefit."

"I'm a person who never lies or cheats. If you don't believe me, you can ask them. Lying scoundrels." Qiao Mu pointed at Fan Meng and the others standing beside her.

Fan Meng, Red-clothed, Green-clothed, Blue-shadow: …

The old man let out a cold laugh. "I assume you wouldn't dare to deceive this old man." With that, he actually turned and left with lightning speed.

The matter proceeded so smoothly it was almost unexpected. A cold sneer emerged in Qiao Mu's heart: This Hall Master Mu doesn't believe in fate, but she insists on making this person understand. What's meant to be, will be; what's not, don't force it.

Bang, bang, bang, bang. After several loud thuds.

Something fell from overhead, stirring up clouds of dust as it crashed down towards the Little Stoic.