Chapter 183: Alive Burial
Xiao Huan sincerely felt grateful from the bottom of her heart to the lonely wild ghost in front of her and truly regarded the current Shang Wan as her older sister.
Countless fragments of getting along with Xiao Huan flashed through Shang Wan’s mind. She thought to herself that Xiao Huan had always been covering for her. Could it be that she was afraid Shang Wan would be exposed for her true identity?
With that thought, she asked exactly that.
Xiao Huan kept a straight face and nodded very seriously. “The storyteller I heard said that after a ghost or spirit possesses a person’s body, the first month is unstable. If the identity is exposed, it will immediately soul fly and scatter. After a month, the condition stabilizes, and even if exposed, it will be fine.”
She had previously helped Shang Wan cover up and not let Shi Tou speak carelessly because she was afraid Shi Tou would discover something and cause Shang Wan to soul fly and scatter.
Shang Wan: “…”
Storytellers and such sound fake at first listen. Why does she believe it so deeply!
Xiao Huan looked at her worriedly. “Older sister, I just said it out loud. Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? How about I burn some spirit money and incense for you to increase your magical power?”
Her eyes showed eager anticipation.
Shang Wan: “…”
Young girl, superstition is no good!
She raised her hand and rubbed her brow. “No need.”
“Older sister, do you have a headache?” Xiao Huan looked panicked, reaching out to touch Shang Wan but not daring to, her voice full of self-blame. “It’s been over a month, it should be stable. I, I shouldn’t have said it.”
Her tone was full of regret, and tears were scared out of her eyes.
Seeing that Xiao Huan was about to scare herself to death, Shang Wan helplessly spoke up. “I’m fine.”
Fine, believe it if she wants to. It’s just a hobby, right?
Seeing Shang Wan’s complexion normal, not looking like she had soul scattered and disappeared, Xiao Huan immediately let out a long sigh of relief and embarrassedly raised her hand to wipe the teardrops from her face.
Shang Wan poured her a cup of herbal tea and only asked once her emotions had calmed: “Who is that man with the red mole on his left earlobe?”
“It’s that bastard Zhong Chenghong who deceived the young madam!” Xiao Huan said indignantly. “He has a relationship with the young madam, and the man with the red mole on his left earlobe must be him!”
Even if Xiao Huan didn’t particularly like the original young madam, being deceived by a scumbag was something that would anger any woman.
It was actually him.
A face quickly flashed through Shang Wan’s mind. She suddenly remembered the letters Zhong Chenghong wrote to the original host. Could that guy have really kept his promise and come to take the original host away to a faraway place?
She had no faith at all in a scumbag’s character.
She raised her hand and rubbed her chin, her intuition telling her there was something fishy about this.
“Older sister, you absolutely must not believe that bastard.” Xiao Huan worried that Shang Wan would also be sweet-talked by Zhong Chenghong’s mouth and said nervously, “He’s far inferior to brother-in-law, not only lacking brother-in-law’s knowledge but also ugly. He even deceived the young madam’s dowry. He’s not a good person!”
She spared no effort in badmouthing Zhong Chenghong.
“Older sister, believe me. Zhong Chenghong is just a petty villain who only knows flowery words, a good-for-nothing who lives off a woman. If he suddenly shows up, nothing good will come of it.”
Shang Wan agreed with this.
—A weasel paying New Year’s greetings to a chicken—what good intentions could there be?
Xiao Huan was very good at picking key points and adding insult to injury. “Older sister, Zhong Chenghong is really very ugly, not even comparable to a single hair of brother-in-law.”
Shang Wan was speechless. “Am I the kind of person who only looks at faces?”
Xiao Huan didn’t dare answer, but her two eyes clearly displayed three big characters: You are!
Shang Wan: “…”
Xiao Huan emphasized again. “Older sister, that Zhong Chenghong is really very ugly, uglier than the old beggar with a face full of pockmarks in the city.”
Shang Wan felt complicated. “Younger sister, that kind of talk is enough said once. Reiterating it three times will only make you seem guilty.”
A scumbag living off a woman still needs some skill. The original host was so bewitched that she willingly spent money on the scumbag—how could that scumbag possibly be extremely ugly?
Xiao Huan didn’t care about seeming guilty or not. In her eyes, compared to Zhong Chenghong, even a dung beetle seemed exceptionally handsome.
“Since he inquired about my whereabouts, he will surely come to the door himself.” Shang Wan decided to wait idly for him and respond accordingly.
Xiao Huan was eager and ready. As long as Zhong Chenghong dared to come, she would beat him until even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.
The silver moon hung high, and all sounds were silent.
Amid the chirping of insects, everyone fell into deep sleep.
Two black shadows arrived quietly, flipping over the courtyard wall and landing in the small courtyard.
“Where?”
“Backyard.”
“Let’s go—ow!”
A miserable scream rang out in the courtyard, echoing through the night sky.
Green beast eyes flashed by in the silent darkness, and Xiao Hui viciously bit the uninvited guest, its sharp wolf teeth “rip” tearing off a piece of flesh.
“Ah!!”
Another miserable scream, even shriller than before.
Black-clothed Man Number One held his leg, which was gushing blood, and rolled on the ground in pain.
“Why is there a wolf here?” Black-clothed Man Number Two’s eyes burst with killing intent. He spun the dagger between his fingers and hurled it swiftly at the wary gray wolf in the courtyard.
The gray wolf did not dodge, its glowing beast eyes coldly staring at the two uninvited guests.
“Clang—”
Shi Tou collided with the dagger. The huge force deflected the dagger, and both fell to the ground.
“Trespassing without invitation and bullying my wolf—how do you want to die?” A lazy, pleasant female voice came from the rooftop. The woman propped her cheek with one hand, her fair skin glowing with a pearly sheen under the moonlight, her ink-black hair scattered and swaying in the wind.
Shang Wan looked down coldly at the two black-clothed men in the courtyard, her baleful aura substantial like viscous darkness. The icy killing intent enveloped the two black-clothed men layer by layer, scaring them into immobility.
Any movement would cost a life.
Black-clothed Man Number Two supported Number One, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he arduously swallowed. “Who might you be?”
Why would a mere rural courtyard have such an expert guarding it?
“Me?” Shang Wan stood up and leaped down from the rooftop, her clothes fluttering like a fairy in the moon, but her gaze cold as hard ice. “I’m the one you want to kill.”
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Candlelight flickered, together with the clear cold moonlight spilling in from the window, illuminating the dim room.
Xiao Huan had tied up the two black-clothed men securely and yawned widely.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at Shang Wan standing by the window. “Older sister, where do we bury them after killing?”
Black-clothed men: “…”
Murder and burial—do they have to be so proficient! They are the killers!
“Older sister, these guys don’t even have a single copper coin on them.” Shi Tou searched them and found nothing, disdainfully pursing his lips. “Not as good as the previous batch of assassins.”
At least they had some silver fragments, and their weapons were useful.
The two bruised and swollen black-clothed men looked at each other in surprise. Besides them, there were assassins too?
Lu Chengjing covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, looking at the two black-clothed men. He asked, “Where is Zhong Chenghong?”
The two black-clothed men didn’t know where they had slipped up. Facing the question, they unanimously kept silent, prepared to face the impending torture.
“If they won’t talk, drag them out and bury them.” Shang Wan had no interest in interrogation and simply waved her hand.
Shi Tou immediately agreed, grabbing one with each hand and dragging them away, his movements exceptionally swift. The two black-clothed men didn’t even react.
The two black-clothed men were tall and sturdy, but Shi Tou dragged them effortlessly, which surprised them greatly.
Could this youth also be a martial artist?
Soon they had no time for surprise, because Shi Tou really dug a pit and prepared to alive burial them.
