Chapter 25

If it weren't for the fact that absorbing the yang energy of evil people is less likely to backfire, she wouldn't be so picky about food! Speaking of which, the yang energy on the scholar is the most fragrant!

Unable to resent her, she kicked the green-robed man against the wall. The fox demon rolled up her sleeves and began to search everywhere: "Where is the silver hairpin I saw earlier? This idiotic woman actually pawned the last bit of her dowry to gamble with this villain. This guy is ugly and poor, what did she see in him?"

After searching for a long time and finding nothing, the fox demon walked out of the shabby house angrily and sat down in the empty yard. Pointing at the corpse in the corner, he scolded: "You are a big idiot, an ungrateful wolf! A friend like Pinkie Pie offered to help you, but not only did you refuse, you also wanted to help the villain cheat Pinkie Pie's money. Bah! What a thing! You don't know what's good for you!"

Corpse: "..."

Of course, the corpse could not respond. The soul of the girl in yellow had disappeared long ago, without even a trace of her.

The fox demon, having cursed enough, retracted the barrier, stood up and spat at the corpse: "Forget it, I am a fox and I will take responsibility for my own actions. Although I have only been friends with Pinkie for one day, I have to live up to this friendship and prevent this villain from gossiping and harming Pinkie. I hope..."

I hope Pinkie Pie can understand that that idiotic woman is not a good person.

The fox demon wasn't the original yellow-robed girl; it had simply taken on her appearance since yesterday, waiting in this shabby hut to absorb the green-robed man's yang energy. Instead, the nagging Biqi came to her door and engaged her in a long conversation. If she hadn't quickly cast a barrier over the corpse, she would have been exposed.

The green-robed man she was waiting for did not come back the whole night. After he became the dowry of the yellow-robed girl, he went to the casino. After losing all his money, he went to drink on credit. When he was drunk, he lay down at the door of the tavern and fell asleep. He had no idea that the yellow-robed girl died on the spot not long after being beaten by him.

“How can I tell her that her good friend who eloped to Wutong County has been beaten to death, and the body is here... Forget it, what does the affairs of evil men and women have to do with me, a fox!” The fox demon used magic to turn the green-robed man into a mute, and while he was still unconscious, beat him up again. Finally, he flicked his tail and walked away proudly: Goodbye, scumbags!

I secretly went to see if Biqi was okay at night. I wondered if she would have bruises on her body from the beatings she received today.

Three days later, the green-robed man, depleted of his yang energy and utterly ill, was finally discovered. His neighbor, overcome by the stench of his yard, knocked on the door to complain, only to find it opened on its own. Onlookers flocked to the scene, only to be terrified by the familiar corpse and tumbled back.

The neighbor rushed out, hands trembling, to stop the police on the street, and then, with all his might, reported the matter to the police. Upon hearing the news, the green-clad woman, Biqi, came over and knelt before the body, weeping bitterly. Then, wiping her tears, she stood up, pulled out her purse, and asked someone to help collect the body of the yellow-clad woman.

No one noticed that before standing up, Becky quietly picked up a handful of fox hair from the ground, put it in her arms and hid it carefully. After returning home, she immediately put the fox hair into the stove and burned it.

The green-robed man, who was unable to take care of himself, died on the day he was taken to prison as a suspect. His body was thrown outside the city, and no trace of him was found after one night.

This guy was originally a scoundrel with no house or land. He rented the shabby hut by pawning it off as a pair of earrings for the girl in yellow. Now that the girl is dead, and he is dead too, the shabby hut has been rented out again by the landlord.

Why would anyone think a shabby hut is unlucky? It's probably because the rent isn't low enough. If it's low enough, someone will always live there. Whether it's a prosperous or troubled time, the last thing the world lacks is poor people.

These things happened later. At least for now, Bei Qiao, who had left Wutong County, was unaware of the incident. After driving out of the county gate, Bei Qiao adjusted himself to a comfortable sitting position, holding onto his bamboo hat and yawning. "I really don't like the feeling of rushing at noon. If I let go of my hand now, can Huihui run forward on his own and let me rest for a while?"

Huihui, who was running hard under the sun, said: This is an ominous feeling... run, run!

Bei Qiao encountered no unexpected incidents or encounters with strangers during this trip. Hui Hui, for some reason, kept running faster and faster. When the donkey cart entered Yuanshan Village, it was still bright outside, just after three in the afternoon.

"Hey, you're back," Aunt Ding, who was sitting on a recliner at the entrance of the inn, fanned herself and greeted Bei Qiao. "The caravan has come to our village. It happens to be a festival tomorrow. Do you want to buy something for the occasion? If you want, go quickly. They'll be leaving soon."

"Got it, thank you Aunt Ding!"

"Thank you, Aunt Ding!" Yu Qian poked her head out of the car: "Is Weiwei at the inn?"

"Yes, she just arrived. But if you come back a little later, she won't wait any longer." Aunt Ding replied with a smile.

The Weiwei they were referring to was actually Pang Wei, an editor at a bookstore. To be more precise, she worked as an editor at many bookstores. She made money every month by collecting manuscripts from sedentary players in nearby villages. She then sent them to bookstores in different counties. If her manuscripts weren't accepted, she would try another. She would then take her royalties from the bookstores, deduct her own hard work, and then hand them over to the bank, which would then transfer the money to the players through the system.

The currency traded through the system can be kept in the account, or can be withdrawn from the bank for physical consumption. The currency in the account can be circulated between players, but transactions with natives must be made in physical form, after all, the natives do not have a system.

During the repeated submission process, some writers with excellent writing skills stood out and became Pang Wei's regular manuscript recipients. Yu Qian was one of them. At the end of each month, Pang Wei would arrange a schedule, notifying each writer to prepare their manuscripts in advance, and then she would go to each person's home in order to collect the manuscripts.

Pang Wei would privately chat with the writers every day to urge them to update, and the writers themselves had to pay attention to their time planning. No matter how long the nights were, they had to produce a manuscript with enough words before Pang Wei left. If they missed the deadline set by Pang Wei, the writers would have to find a way to submit the manuscript themselves.

The consequences of missing the deadline are severe: first, you lose your monthly payment; second, to fill the space, a new writer will inevitably take over. If this new writer's article is equally popular, or even more popular than the original, the deadline for the replacement may be extended indefinitely. In other words, you risk not receiving future royalties.

"I'll be right there!" Yu Qian threw the copper coins she had counted in advance into Bei Qiao's arms, and was about to jump under the car. Bei Qiao quickly grabbed her collar and said, "Wait until the car stops before jumping!" Nonsense!

The purse Yu Qian tossed over was a bit heavy. Bei Qiao picked it up to gauge its weight, then, as usual, went to the bank to exchange some of the copper coins for small change to lighten the burden on his waist. It seemed like a simple process, but with a cat on his lap... Bei Qiao could only explain to everyone again and again that he wasn't injured, but something was happening in reality.

Driving back to the escort agency, Bei Qiao got out of the car awkwardly and opened the side door. Dudu, who had stayed at home all day, rushed over enthusiastically, wagging his tail happily.

"Dudu, you've worked hard... Ouch!" Bei Qiao had just rubbed the dog's head when he was kicked by the real Tangyuan.

"Woof" Dudu tilted his head in confusion.

"It's okay." Bei Qiao rubbed his stomach, parked the donkey cart in the yard, and locked the side door: "I'll sit for a while, Dudu, be good." He had to log off quickly, Tangyuan seemed to be waking up.

After exiting the game and taking off his holographic glasses, Bei Qiao calmly stroked the cat's fur on his belly, expertly picked up the hair remover beside him, and with his other hand, he picked up Tangyuan, who was busy in his sleep, and put her in the cat bed: "What kind of cat radar is this? I can get jealous even from across the world. I don't know what it's meowing at, but it's definitely saying bad words this time."

After dealing with the jealous Tangyuan, Bei Qiao came back online and started practicing martial arts alone in the escort agency's training ground.

Although tomorrow is Tanabata, hunting will not change. In another world, hunting is also one of the activities of Tanabata.

This world also has the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but the version is entirely different. This version of the story is about the youngest princess, abducted by the Cowherd and a cow while soaking in a hot spring at a mountain resort. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl then give birth to two children. The Weaver Girl's mother, surnamed Wang, was the current empress. Upon finding the Weaver Girl, she angrily ordered farmers to use their cows' heads to plow a river, creating an isolated island in the center. There, she abandoned the Cowherd and the two children, leaving them with food delivered daily by a guard named Xi Que, just enough to keep the three of them afloat.

On the day the river was opened to water, the cow was worked to death. The Weaver Girl stood on the other side of the river, took a last look at the Cowherd, and then turned and left.

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, the Queen arranged for the Weaver Girl to hold a Magpie Bridge Meeting, in which the Weaver Girl visited the living family of the human trafficker Cowherd and voted on whether the human trafficker should be killed.

Everyone present voted for the death penalty, and Niulang was killed on the spot. As for the two children, because they repeatedly prevented their mother from escaping, they were imprisoned on the island by the Queen and could not leave. They had to work every day in exchange for food, and those who did not work did not get food.

"Why didn't the Queen let the Cowherd do hard labor?" All the children who heard the story had this question.

"If the Cowherd was a hard-working man, do you think he would not be able to find a wife?" The Weaver Girl is more capable than him.

"Then why didn't the Queen kill the Cowherd at the beginning?"

"Because the two children are still alive, someone has to be arranged to take care of them." The two children were not taken away by Zhinu to be raised because they were so bad that they were beyond redemption, just like their human trafficker father.

"So, what does this have to do with hunting?"

"Why not? If you can be the hunter, don't be the prey." The storyteller turned to look at the bows and arrows hanging on the wall: "A gentleman learns the six arts, and a noble lady especially loves riding and shooting, because..."