Chapter 55

"What else? We don't know if the person in front of us is the Painted Skin Demon or not. Compared to our romantic luck, our lives are of course more important! If we hit the wrong person, we can apologize and compensate. But if we mistake a demon for a human... then our life is over!"

"But no matter what, this isn't Mr. Lan's fault! It's clearly the Banshee's fault!"

"I didn't say it was that Master Lan's fault, but he appeared outside the window in the middle of the night and nothing seemed wrong. This guy..." Wait, why does this Master Lan sound like Master Nan?

"Anyway, I think it's not good to hit the wrong person." Li Hua, the only female student who is stubbornly in love, insisted on standing on the side of Mr. Lan: He is handsome and talented, but is repeatedly misunderstood. It's so miserable. Isn't he waiting for someone like me to save him?

Others were too lazy to argue with the love-brained person: "Whatever, it's not someone else who will be disfigured and die in the end."

If there's one thing the Painted Skin Demon in the novel can barely do, it's that she only harms her intended targets and never harms innocent people. So, when Li Hua thinks this way, the others don't bother to persuade her. They don't respect her or bless her. She can do whatever she wants, as long as she doesn't harm others.

Li Hua raised his hand and touched his face: "I can't die of disfigurement! If I die, no one will save Master Lan! Otherwise, before opening the window, put on a sharp hairpin for self-defense. Or, pretend to be shy and ask to change the date to daytime."

Li Hua suppressed his chaotic thoughts and mustered up the courage to move closer to Pan Wei, wanting to see what the rest of the story would be like. He wanted to see if the Painted Skin Demon would eventually be defeated by good and be captured and destroyed.

"Ah, why? How could something happen in the daytime?" Pan Wei had the scroll in her hand spread out. When Li Hua leaned over, he saw the scene where the Painted Skin Demon killed people in the daytime. His calm mind, which had finally been stabilized, collapsed on the spot: Can't we trust the daytime? In broad daylight, the demon is so rampant!

"I didn't know she was this kind of person before." Wen Yu had slipped over to Ding Rui's side and held her arm tightly. "She looks so frightening when she's gone crazy."

"Just know that she's scary. Try not to agree to her invitations in the future. Who knows if it will be a human or a ghost." Ding Rui patted Wen Yu's hand: "Don't be soft-hearted and protect her just because she always looks pitiful." When it comes to being cunning, Wen Yu is not as cunning as Li Hua.

"Are you calling me stupid?"

"You really are... You're not as smart as you should be." Ding Rui poked Wen Yu's forehead unhappily.

"What happened? What happened?" Hearing the voices in the room, Nan Zheng, who had returned from outside in the wind and rain with other male students wearing straw raincoats, lifted the blanket at the door and walked in. He looked at Li Hua politely and took off his straw raincoat slowly, with every move being graceful.

The other male students who came in behind him looked at each other, shrugged and curled their lips: Here we go again, I don’t know why so many people fall for his tricks, this guy’s actions and words are so fake, but so many girls are fascinated by him, tsk.

"Ah!" Seeing her idol, Young Master Nan, approach her, her mind full of the storyline, Li Hua's first reaction wasn't shyness or flattery. Instead, she exclaimed in surprise, letting go of the storyline and backing away. If Pan Wei hadn't grabbed her in time, she would have collided with the innkeeper carrying a water bottle.

The other girls noticed Li Hua's overreaction and Young Master Nan's embarrassment, but no one was in the mood to lighten the mood. Looking at the storybook in their hands, they wanted to understand one thing: Wen Yu's hometown was not divided into Nan and Lan, so could this "Young Master Lan" be referring to Young Master Nan? Did Wen Yu know something from somewhere, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so she had to secretly remind us through the storybook?

Facing the secretive looks from his female classmates, Nan Gongzi's expression became increasingly stiff: "Huh? What's wrong with everyone?" Why did Li Hua look terrified? And what about the other people? What was going on with their looks? Did they know something?

"Pfft..." The male students who had always disliked Young Master Nan began to hold back their laughter: "Finally hit a wall, huh? Young Master Fake Smile!"

"Brother, you're back." Miao Xin, who wasn't very good at reading the mood, walked around Nan Zheng and came to her brother Miao Su. Seeing that his oilskin was still dripping with raindrops, she quickly took a step back and asked, "Did you gain anything from going up the mountain?"

The boys were from the same school as them, and their twin brothers, Miao Su and Miao Xin, happened to be in the same class. The school had been organizing an outing recently, but the teacher had gotten the wrong map, so the convoy followed the wrong route and ended up driving right into Yuanshan Village.

The conditions in the nearby villages were similar, and if they had to choose one, Yuanshan Village had better sanitation. So their convoy temporarily settled in Yuanshan Village, spending the Ghost Festival there. This morning, a few restless male students, upon learning that the group wouldn't be leaving that morning, hired villagers to try their luck in the mountains.

Miao Su stretched his arms behind him, letting his servant take off his oilskin to help him. He took a dry towel and wiped his face. "We didn't get much. The rain came too quickly. We were driven back just as we reached the foot of the mountain. We didn't catch any prey, and we didn't even get any wild fruits."

"By the way, what are you doing?" If Master Nan wasn't still watching, he would have wanted to say it more bluntly: Why did you suddenly become estranged from Master Nan?

"What do you mean?" Miao Xin didn't understand.

"Don't you usually like it..." Miao Su gestured in a certain direction with his eyes.

"No." Miao Xin looked at Miao Su in confusion. "What are you thinking? We certainly wouldn't be rude to someone who speaks nicely!" If other male students were like Nan Zheng, speaking politely, behaving gracefully, and never offending others, the female students wouldn't be so rude to them. Instead of complaining about being treated differently by female students, why not reflect on yourselves first? You all just play pranks on female students all day long. How childish!

"Oh, now that you mention it, um!" Miao Su gave Miao Xin a look that said, "I'm so relieved." "It's raining heavily outside. Has the teacher returned? Has the departure time been changed?"

"The teacher hasn't come back yet, so I don't know if the changes have been made."

"All right, man! A bowl of ginger soup, please!"

"Hello, guests!"

The rain continued to pour down for a long time without letting up. At noon, the teacher, who had been looking for someone to repair his carriage, returned to the inn in his repaired carriage and told everyone that the carriage had been repaired, but the road outside was slippery and windy, making it difficult to travel, so the departure time would have to be postponed for another day.

"Since I have nothing to do right now, I'll check everyone's memorization! After dinner, everyone will recite the passage they learned last time in order of their student numbers. If you make more than three mistakes or omissions, you'll be punished by copying it five times." The teacher put her straw raincoat on the table and drank the ginger soup Aunt Ding had brought her. "I'll give you half an hour to prepare, eat, and digest. Is that enough time?"

"Ah, no..." Someone couldn't help but wailed in the crowd, and before the teacher pulled him out, he quickly lowered his head and closed his mouth: What happened to Old Mo? Who provoked him?

Seeing that the teacher had no intention of changing his mind, the students had no choice but to rush back to their rooms to get their books. The student numbers in the school were arranged according to the number of strokes in the surname, and Ding Rui's student number was number one.

Although they really wanted to read while eating, and read as much as possible, this behavior was not allowed in front of Teacher Mo, who loved books like his life. All students had to speed up their eating and try to finish their meals early so that they could have more time to memorize the lessons.

Wen Yu could only say that during this meal, just looking at the book beside her made her feel like she was going to have a stomachache. Some people even ate too fast and choked several times, pounding their chests and rolling their eyes.

The students were making intensive preparations in the inn before the random inspection. Aunt Ding was drinking tea nearby, looking at the worried faces of these young people with a cheerful look, and occasionally returning to her room to check the forum.

The rain in Yuanshan Village was getting heavier, and the wind was relentless. Normally, no one would stay in such bad weather, so Aunt Ding told the waiter to lock the door and windows of the inn to block out the wind and rain, and finally to light the lamps to provide light for the students.

Students: Thank you so much! It's a little dark in the room, so if I can't see the words clearly, I might not have to recite them!

Aunt Ding: Stop dreaming and just write it down. The bright light won’t hurt your eyes.

Because of the strong wind and rain outside, not only the escort agency and the inn were closed, but also the shops on the food street. The natives who had gone up the mountain set up some windproof materials for their crops before the wind and rain got stronger and hurried back home.

Without having to open the game, players happily log off and go out to relax. Don't be fooled by the fact that they play games all day and seem to have an easy life. In reality, as long as it involves making money and living, even the most interesting things will eventually become boring.

Hearing the sound of rain getting heavier outside, Bei Qiao, who was practicing martial arts in the house, checked the doors and windows of each room, and went to the basement to check. After confirming that there was no water seepage problem, he moved a few flood-prevention sandbags to block the door to prevent it from being blown open by the wind.

Today, she had nothing to do, so she felt more relaxed, and her internal energy training efficiency also increased significantly. According to the system's progress bar, her current strength was enough to deal with three unknown martial artists at once, and she could also barely fight five, but she would have to pay the price of injury.

In the afternoon, after taking a medicinal bath, Bei Qiao logged off. Lying on the sofa, she relaxed for a rare moment. She grabbed Tangyuan, who was scratching the sofa nearby, and held him in her arms, smoothing his fur expertly. "Tangyuan, do you want to go out for a walk with me?"

"Meow!" Tangyuan put his paw on the back of Beiqiao's hand: I agree!