Chapter 124: How Could This Be?
Yu Weiyong didn't indulge him at all and directly brushed his hair aside.
The next second, a rotting face appeared before everyone's eyes.
His once handsome face was now covered in rotten flesh, with several tiny worms wriggling around it, and a foul stench permeated the air.
When the shopkeeper's wife saw him, she staggered forward, her hand trembling as she reached out to touch his face, but then she couldn't help feeling disgusted and took a few steps back.
"How could this happen? How did your face become like this?"
Ning Yi was on the verge of a breakdown, hastily covering her face with her hair.
He didn't know why, but after he hurriedly fled, he found that he couldn't escape the inn at all, so he found the woodshed and hid there.
After a while, he noticed his face started to itch. When he reached out to scratch, he found that he had pulled off two pieces of flesh from his hand, which was covered in blood. He was quite frightened.
Ning panicked and ran outside. Looking at the well water, she realized that her face had begun to rot.
He wanted to run out to find medicine, but just then he discovered that guards had arrived, so he could only hurriedly hide back inside.
Despite Ning Yi's constant fear, he was still caught, and his rotting face was finally exposed to his sister.
"I don't know why, it suddenly rotted like this. Sister, don't look."
The shopkeeper's wife felt extremely distressed and, suppressing her nausea, stepped forward to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, I'll find you a doctor. I'm sure I can cure you."
Ding Xuan was so angry at the sight of the siblings being so affectionate that her head was throbbing. She was about to say something when she was interrupted by the person in front of her.
"The doctor can't cure him." Jingwu looked at the two of them and said calmly, "This is his just deserts, he deserves what he got. He was jealous of innocent people, so he peeled off their skin and wore it on his face, which was bound to rot. The reason there was no reaction before was because a sorcerer cast a spell on you. Now that sorcerer is dead, your face will rot rapidly, starting from your face and spreading to your entire body until you die. This is your retribution."
"No!" Ning Yi felt goosebumps all over her body. She struggled violently and roared, "Impossible! Master Jiang is so powerful, how could he possibly die! You're lying to me, you little girl, you're lying to me!"
Jingwu twitched the corner of his mouth. Seeing such rudeness, he didn't say anything more. Anyway, he wouldn't live for more than a few days.
Then, she turned to Yu Weiyong and said, "One murderer, two accomplices, and the physical evidence—human skin—is hanging on the wall. Sir, can we close the case now?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Weiyong immediately nodded: "Of course. As long as we take them back for interrogation and get their confessions, we can close the case."
As he said this, he immediately ordered his guards to take the three of them away.
Upon seeing this, Yue Huai immediately waved his hand, and the barrier was dispelled.
After watching Yu Weiyong lead the guards and prisoners out, everyone immediately followed behind, rushing out like a swarm of bees.
They didn't care whether it was daylight or not; all they wanted to do was run away and leave this shady establishment.
Jingwu stood still, took out the wooden box, opened it, and found a small cauldron inside.
She looked at it closely and found that it was engraved with many runes that she couldn't understand.
Just as he was about to open it, his finger was burned by the magic.
Jingwu was very surprised. Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. Jiang Chu is dead, and all the spells he left behind should disappear with him.
She frowned, unable to come up with a solution.
Seeing her staring blankly at the wooden box, Yue Huai walked over. When he saw the cauldron inside, he blurted out, "A refining cauldron?"
"You recognize this?"
Yue Huai nodded: "This thing used to be in the Xuanmen's library, but it was stolen by someone who betrayed the Xuanmen."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu asked, "What are the effects of this cauldron?"
"There is an evil technique that can refine souls into elixirs, greatly increasing one's cultivation level. This cauldron can be used to make it."
Jingwu looked at the boy, a hint of surprise on his face: "Refining the soul?"
Yue Huai nodded: "There is no trace left on the cauldron, only a spell, but it has been concealed, so it cannot be used to track the person behind it."
Jingwu frowned, unable to discern anything, which meant that the cauldron had very likely already refined a soul.
The souls of those three people whose skins were peeled off were very likely refined into elixirs.
However, my master once said that refining a soul into an elixir requires extremely strict conditions regarding birth date; only those with a completely Yin destiny can do it.
Upon realizing this, Jingwu immediately made a hand seal, breaking the spell on the cauldron.
The next second, in a temple on a mountain, an old man with a white beard who was in seclusion suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He sensed something was wrong and immediately performed some calculations, only to discover that his beloved disciple, Jiang Chu, was already dead.
A flash of hatred crossed the old man's eyes, and he silently made a note of it.
The inn was no longer open to guests, so Jingwu and his companions had no choice but to stay at one of Yue Huai's uncle's villas.
The butler was very hospitable and settled all four of them into a side room in the backyard.
After washing up, Jingwu began chatting with the maidservant who was serving him.
Do you know how much this house costs?
Although the maid didn't know why she asked that, she still answered honestly: "This servant doesn't know either, but in this area, they basically all cost more than a thousand taels."
When Jingwu heard the number, his heart skipped a beat; it was so expensive!
It seems that if she wants a house like this, she'll need to set up a few more stalls and make some money.
Jingwu stroked his chin, carefully considering the matter.
A maidservant beside her took a clean silk cloth and helped her dry her hair. Seeing the worried look on her face, she guessed what was going on.
"Why worry, young lady? Young Master Yue owns several villas like these. If you like them, you can mention it to him after you get married and live in one of them."
Upon hearing this, Jingwu was about to speak, but after thinking about it, he realized something was amiss.
This maid is trying to trick her into revealing information.
She looked at the person in front of her with a half-smile and said, "Young Master Yue and I are good friends. If his future wife heard what you said, wouldn't it cause a lot of trouble?"
Hearing her words, the maid smiled without changing her expression: "This servant thought you were the future madam. After all, this is the first time the young master has brought a lady to this villa."
Jingwu glanced at her in the mirror and didn't say anything more.
After all, it was impossible for the maid to have taken the initiative to try to get information out of her; it was only possible that the master had given the order. So, once the relationship was made clear, there was no need to say anything more.
The maid was very tactful; after drying her hair and making the bed, she bowed and took her leave.
Jingwu lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in no time.
After all, tonight's battle had taken a lot of her energy.
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