Chapter 117: Retirement Day 117: At most, we are just...
After listening to this story of just a few words but spanning a hundred years, Sang Qiqi felt a little sad in her heart, and was amazed that these lords of Fengdu were all invincible cockroaches.
It was surprising enough for her to know that Jintian, who had been chopped into pieces, was still alive. She did not expect that Xuncang, the previous Lord of Fengdu, was not dead either.
After exclaiming in amazement, the attention returned to the two children adopted by Xuncang.
She could easily deduce from the information Duan Sui provided that Duan Sui was the brother who fought his way to Fengdu, and the child who was left behind and entered the reincarnation... Recalling Duan Sui's gentle eyes as he said, "I've waited for this day for a long time," Sang Qiqi swallowed, her throat suddenly tightened, she met Duan Sui's gaze, and suddenly felt that the fingers hanging by her side were trembling.
But she still raised it, pointed at herself, and asked hesitantly, "Me? The child who was sent to reincarnation, couldn't it be me?"
Duan Sui gave an affirmative answer.
so……
Sang Qiqi's hand trembled even more violently as she pointed at herself. She asked tentatively, "Are we brother and sister?"
Duan Sui: “…”
Sometimes Duan Sui really wanted to pry open Sang Qiqi's head to see what was inside.
When he was little, he saw Xuncang bringing back a dirty little girl from Jinji Mountain. Curious, he followed the little girl around like a tail. Xuncang couldn't help laughing when he saw him. He touched his head and said, "This is our new playmate. She's two years younger than you. You can call her your sister."
But the little girl disdains to be called brother or sister.
She never called him brother, she only called him "Duan Sui" in a baby voice.
How hard was it to hear "brother" from Sang Qiqi? Perhaps it was because Sang Qiqi could keep her mouth shut for three days without making a sound. Ghosts don't need food or water anyway. If Duan Sui hadn't begged for mercy first, he thought, Sang Qiqi might have remained a mute ghost for the rest of her life.
Now, after a hundred years, when they learned about their past relationship, the first word that came out of Sang Qiqi's mouth was "brother and sister".
"No." Duan Sui's face darkened as he gave a definitive answer, "At best, we're just childhood sweethearts who grew up together."
The emphasis is on the words 'growing up together' and 'childhood sweethearts'.
"Really?" Sang Qiqi was a little skeptical, but it was undeniable that she felt relieved when she heard Duan Sui's rebuttal... although she didn't know why she felt relieved.
"Really." The man's eyes were filled with helplessness. "Xun Cang picking up children from everywhere is just like Taiwei Sanren picking up Ming Wu and Ming Xin."
"Then you keep saying things like adopted and brother." Sang Qiqi muttered a few words, then asked, "Was I such a loser back then? Why didn't I stay?"
"Of course you are very good, but you and I were only thirteen or fourteen years old back then."
What’s the use of being thirteen or fourteen years old?
In Jintian's eyes, he was probably just a piece of trash that could be killed with one kick.
"If I stay in the underworld, this hatred will continue, and no one will ever forget Jintian's betrayal. And you go to the living world, both for the hope of survival and for revenge," Duan Sui said slowly. "After all, back then, I didn't know if I could survive in Yegui Village and survive under Jintian's watchful eye until I was fully grown."
"If you want your memories back, you can go find the ghost you borrowed from me. If you don't want to, that's fine too. You're fine the way you are now. We can still fight side by side, cut off Jintian's last chance of survival, and then give you a promotion."
When he said the last two words, Sang Qiqi felt that this black-hearted guy really understood her thoughts perfectly.
She had to admit that as a ghost trying to develop the funeral industry into the primary industry in the underworld, the temptation of promotion was simply too great.
But before that, she asked one more question: "Why does that ghost have my memories?"
Duan Sui said: "Because the ghost's name is Xun Cang."
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The incandescent light overhead shone a halo of light before Sang Qiqi's eyes. She had never dreamed that the ghost she borrowed from Duan Sui out of curiosity had such a powerful background. No wonder she had feigned weakness during their fight with Qianxu, only to have the ghost react so violently, ripping his soul from his body with a single blow.
I originally thought that the ghost was simply protecting its master... but now it seems that's not the case at all.
Sang Qiqi sighed softly, then finally climbed up from the carpet. She pulled out a talisman, and ghostly energy flowed into it. Soon, a ghostly hand emerged from the top of the talisman. Still just one hand, it clung to the talisman without moving, until Sang Qiqi probed, "Xun Cang?"
The two clear words rang in my ears again after a hundred years, and the hand hanging in the air seemed to shudder slightly.
After a while, the aura in the room surged wildly, and two arms of exaggerated length climbed out from the talisman paper, followed by the head, shoulders, neck, chest, waist, abdomen and lower limbs.
The evil ghost, surrounded by a thick ghost aura, looked ugly and terrifying. He seemed to cover his face with his hands, and a hoarse, unpleasant and intermittent voice rolled out from his throat: "What is that brat doing?"
We agreed to wait until he recovered... at least he would have a face and we could recognize each other. How come this day came so suddenly?
Sang Qiqi easily understood from Xun Cang's words the specific person the word "stinky boy" referred to. She approached Xun Cang with a familiarity, and together they accused a certain stinky boy: "He has always been unreliable, has a dark heart, and loves to cheat. He is not a good person."
Xun Cang: “…”
It is hard to imagine what happened in the past hundred years that caused Sang Qiqi's impression of Duan Sui to plummet so rapidly.
But Xun Cang was too lazy to explain for Duan Sui.
He asked Sang Qiqi: "Are you looking for me because you want your memory?"
Sang Qiqi sat cross-legged, a troubled expression on her face. She asked Xun Cang, "Duan Sui said I only lived for thirteen years. Did I live well in those thirteen years?"
"I think it should be pretty good."
"oh?"
"You were so arrogant in the underworld that even the chickens on Golden Rooster Mountain were afraid of you. You know, the chickens on Golden Rooster Mountain always peck at everyone they see. Even I suffered many attacks when I picked you up."
The pecks made his usually stable mood become a little irritable, and he began to think of various possibilities such as fried chicken, grilled chicken, smoked chicken, etc.
Sang Qiqi, who had experienced being chased and pecked by the big rooster on Jinji Mountain: "..."
Is she really that powerful? Of course, she was only a few years old back then, and it wasn't like today where bullying a colleague would result in a penalty.
Sang Qiqi was about to take away the memories of those thirteen years. When Xun Cang returned to the talisman paper and everything in the living room fell into darkness again, the memories turned into countless threads and floated into her mind, returning to become a part of her body.
Sang Qiqi saw a little girl stumbling as she walked, wearing dirty clothes and with messy hair, staggering around the Golden Rooster Mountain. Those big roosters were really no good, surrounding the little girl and pecking her one after another. Every time they pecked her, some of the ghost energy on the little girl would dissipate. But the little girl was not made of paper, she found the right opportunity and pounced on a golden rooster, knocking it to the ground. The golden rooster kept cawing, and the little girl pulled out its feathers one by one.
Unfortunately, there are countless chickens on Jinji Mountain. If one is trapped, more golden roosters will swarm over and surround the little girl.
The sharp chicken beak bit into the girl's body, taking away her already weak and frail ghost energy bit by bit. In just a few minutes, the little girl's whole body became transparent, as if a gust of wind could easily blow her away.
At this moment, a big hand pulled her out from the siege of the golden rooster.
The girl raised her head, and the image of the owner of the big hand was imprinted in her dark eyes. He was a very tall and strong man. He was not handsome, but his facial features were clear and there was a short stubble on his chin.
Xun Cang looked at the little girl holding the bald chicken and refused to let go, and couldn't help laughing: "You little devil are quite interesting."
The little girl finally abandoned the half-dead bald chicken and was taken back to Fengdu.
It wasn't a gloomy, dark, or deadly city. On the contrary, Fengdu was bustling with people, surprisingly full of life. The streets were lined with unknown flowers, and the wind carried their fragrance through every corner of the town.
The big ghosts accepted their boss's behavior of picking up children from everywhere. The beautiful female ghost took the girl, bathed and dressed her carefully, and even found a hair tie from the bottom of the box and tied her hair into a bun.
"A Sui, you've been standing here watching for a long time. Have you learned anything?"
The ghost girl's voice was gentle and full of smiles. She looked at the boy in the corner and asked teasingly.
The little girl also looked over.
It’s Duan Sui.
It was the young Duan Sui, dressed in a slim-fitting black robe. He stood straight, his handsome face serious. "I've learned it."
"Really? From now on, Qiqi's hair is yours, okay?"
"Um."
Time is like leaves flowing on the River Styx, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
The little girl who was bullied by the golden rooster has grown up a little. She is very lively. She can climb trees, swim, fight, and even chase the golden rooster on Jinji Mountain.
Brushing off the dust on his face once again, Duan Sui called out helplessly, "Qiqi, let's go home."
"No, I'll find that bald chicken soon!" A clear little girl's voice broke out from the chaotic crowing of chickens. Duan Sui chose a high place to sit down and couldn't help thinking -
That’s what I said yesterday.
I said the same thing the day before yesterday.
I say this every day.
But in reality, Qiqi never found the bald chicken, or perhaps, she didn't even want to. She simply held a grudge, remembering how they had bullied her to the point of nearly losing her soul two years ago.
Duan Sui didn't want to interrupt her, but...
He reminded her loudly, "Luan Lin has returned from the mortal realm. She brought you your favorite toy. Are you really not going back?"
The moment he finished speaking, a head popped up from the flock of chickens, and Sang Qiqi asked, "Really?"
"certainly."
Then, Sang Qiqi threw the golden rooster in her arms into the air. The rooster flapped its wings in panic and cooed. Sang Qiqi then ran to the top of the mountain and stood at the foot of the hill. She urged with her dark eyes, "Then let's go back quickly."
The two figures, one tall and one short, quickly disappeared from the Golden Rooster Mountain. All the golden roosters seemed to have sensed the departure of their natural enemies. They spread their wings, fluttered to the ground, and gasped for breath.
After returning to Fengdu, Luan Linzheng reported the situation in the world of the living to Xun Cang.
From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a girl with a bun peeking out from behind the pillars of the main hall. She smiled with her eyes curved and waved towards Sang Qiqi: "Qiqi, come quickly. Auntie has brought you a toy."
In front of Xun Cang and Duan Sui, facing Sang Qiqi's expectant gaze, Luan Lin pulled out an incredibly large axe from behind his back. The axe was twice as big as Sang Qiqi's. "How is it? I specially asked the most famous local blacksmith to make it. It's very sharp. If anyone bullies you in the future, you can just pick up this axe and chop them down!"
Xun Cang: “…”
Duan Sui: “…”
It's hard to imagine that such a big axe can be called a toy.
It's really a bunch of nonsense.
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