Chapter 19 Help

It turned out to be in the house.

Wen Rusheng felt something was wrong, but his brain was a little slow and he pushed open the door before he could react.

He stepped in and the door behind him creaked shut.

Wen Rusheng turned around suddenly and rushed over to open the door.

"Uncle Ba." A soft voice came from behind.

Wen Rusheng turned around abruptly, and what caught his eyes was the girl's beautiful smile.

"You, don't come over here!" Wen Rusheng's back was against the door, with nowhere to retreat, his face pale with fear.

"Why is Uncle Ba so scared?" Wen asked with a smile.

Wen Rusheng's teeth chattered as he managed to speak, "I... I'm not scared, I just feel a little uncomfortable... Why is Ah Hao in Feng'er's room?"

He couldn't show that he knew she was a monster, otherwise the monster would reveal its true form and eat him!

Wen Hao smiled and said, "Uncle Ba asked me why I'm here. I'm running out of the food I like, so I came to take a look."

Wen Rusheng's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground. He tried desperately to pull the door.

The door didn't budge.

"Let me out, let me out quickly--" Wen Rusheng completely collapsed and shouted at the top of his lungs.

A slightly cool hand patted his shoulder.

"If you yell again, I'll eat you up."

Wen Rusheng's crying stopped abruptly, and he stared at the girl in white who was approaching.

"You, you, you...are you really a monster?"

Wen Hao shook his head slightly: "Uncle Ba, you're joking. There's no monster as good-looking as me."

Wen Rusheng sat down on the ground.

It’s confirmed, she is a monster!

It is rumored that monsters love to possess beautiful girls so that they can possess a beautiful appearance and bewitch people.

Seeing Wen Rusheng so scared, Wen Hao felt complicated.

The strangeness that she hated in her previous life has become her greatest help in this life.

Her cousin is particularly timid and afraid of ghosts.

One evening in her previous life, she met her cousin who was a little drunk in the garden. She heard a sentence from his heart: Could there be ghosts in this big garden?

She was stunned at the time.

She had heard countless malicious and kind thoughts from those people, but this was the first time she heard such words.

Therefore, she was deeply impressed by her cousin's cowardice and fear of ghosts.

"Uncle Ba, let's go into the west room and talk. The floor is cold."

The west room is arranged as a study, where Wen Feng usually reviews his lessons.

Wen Rusheng sat on the ground and stared at Wen Hao as he walked into the west room, then rushed over and opened the door.

The door was opened unexpectedly, and a pale face appeared before his eyes.

Wen Rusheng was so frightened that his voice got stuck in his throat and he stumbled into the west room.

Wen Hao sat on the rose chair and pointed to the low couch on the side: "Eighth uncle, please sit down."

Wen Rusheng sat down tremblingly, holding onto the edge of the couch, not daring to look at Wen Hao's face.

"Uncle Ba is really afraid of me."

Wen Rusheng glanced at Wen Hao, then quickly averted his gaze as if pricked by a needle, crying, "Ah Hao, what do you want?"

If you want to eat him, you would open your bloody mouth by now. Why are you still letting him sit?

"As the saying goes, if you've done nothing wrong, you're not afraid of ghosts knocking on your door." Wen Hao rested his hands on the armrests of his chair, looking relaxed. "What bad things has Uncle Ba done to make you so afraid of me?"

The day after tomorrow is the day my father will take action, and he must have already informed my uncle by now.

"I, I--" Wen Rusheng opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"Uncle Ba looked at me and said."

Wen Rusheng lowered his head and didn't dare to look.

Wen Hao slammed the table.

Wen Rusheng was frightened and looked over attentively.

The candlelight blurred the girl's expression, making her seem even less worldly.

"Uncle Ba wants to kill my mother." The girl fiddled with her fingers, her tone firm.

Her fingers were slender and long, and her bright red nails seemed to gleam with blood under the light.

Wen Rusheng's pupils shrank as he thought of the scene last night when the girl was sitting on the tree and chewing her fingers in the moonlight.

He fell off the couch and knelt on the ground.

"I, I didn't..."

"Really?" Wen Hao stood up and walked in front of him.

Wen Rusheng stared at the ground, his sight filled with the snow-white skirt and bright red embroidered shoes.

He seemed to be under a spell, frozen in place and unable to move.

"But I heard it from Uncle Ba's heart." Wen Hao said word by word.

Wen Rusheng suddenly looked up with an expression of horror.

Wen Hao laughed at himself.

In her previous life, even though she couldn't speak, she carefully concealed this secret, for fear that others would discover her strangeness.

Now that I have lost this ability, I can easily say it to bluff people.

"What does Uncle Ba plan to do?" Wen Hao asked in a soft voice.

Wen Rusheng's hair stood on end, and he stammered, "Ah, Ah Hao, what do you want me to do?"

Wen Hao squatted down, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and said word by word: "As long as Uncle Ba tells the truth, that's enough."

How simple, yet ridiculous.

If these people had told the truth, my grandmother would not have been angry to death and my mother would not have gone crazy.

But no one told the truth.

Thinking of this, Wen Hao's expression became cold, and he looked at Wen Rusheng as if he were looking at a dead person.

"I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth!" Wen Rusheng was frightened by Wen Hao's eyes and nodded rapidly.

Wen Hao sat down again, and asked with a half-smile, "Is Uncle Ba going to complain to my father, saying that I'm a man-eating monster?"

Wen Rusheng's expression froze, and he became more and more frightened as he looked at the smiling girl.

She knows!

"Uncle Ba doesn't understand my father." The girl played with the black hair that fell on her cheek. "He doesn't believe this."

Wen Rusheng almost cried out of grievance.

Yes, my cousin doesn’t believe it!

"So Uncle Ba, don't think about these useless things. If you don't harm my mother, I will naturally not look for you."

Wen Rusheng nodded desperately.

"Then Uncle Ba, go back and have some rest."

Wen Rusheng felt as if he had been pardoned. He stood up and ran out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked cautiously, "Ah Hao...Where's Feng'er?"

Wen Hao was speechless for a moment.

It’s really not easy to think of my son so soon.

"Uncle Eight, don't worry about Brother Eleven. He's fine."

"Please let Feng'er go, his skin is too rough and not tasty..."

Wen Hao smiled: "I'm not picky about food."

Wen Rusheng closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Then let me change Feng'er. Feng'er hasn't married yet."

"Don't worry, Uncle Eight. As long as you don't harm my mother, Brother Eleven will be able to participate in the Spring Examination on time."

Wen Rusheng's courage, which had just burst forth for his son, had mostly dissipated. "The Spring Examination will begin in five days—"

"If Uncle Eight doesn't harm my mother within five days, you and your son will be safe and sound." A flicker of sarcasm flashed across Wen Hao's lips. "When Eleventh Brother passes the imperial examination, his fortune might even be greater than my father's. By then, Uncle Eight will be a pampered old man."

Wen Rusheng looked dazed and walked out with unsteady steps.

The door opened without wind, revealing endless darkness.

Wen Hao stood in the quiet room for a moment, then returned to Luoyingju quietly.

Immersed in the steaming wooden barrel, she finally relaxed completely.

"Miss, have you hidden Wen Feng?" Baozhu, who was scooping water for Wen Hao to rinse her hair, asked curiously.