Chapter 92 The Suspended Soul Silk's Resentment Dissipates
The boy's expression remained unchanged. He already knew who this middle-aged man was, so he wasn't surprised that he could say such things.
Instead, he looked with interest at his stepmother and stepson beside him, waiting to see their reaction.
Soon, the two of them reacted.
They exchanged a glance, seemingly having reached some kind of agreement, their faces filled with determination, and slowly nodded, making their final decision.
The next moment, the two rushed towards the middle-aged man. The stepbrother pounced on him and pinned him to the ground, while the stepmother followed closely behind, helping him subdue the middle-aged man.
"You! What are you doing! Let me go!"
The middle-aged man struggled, but he was too old to break free from their grasp.
Unable to gain his freedom, he immediately felt a sense of foreboding.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his stepmother, quick as a flash, pulled two handkerchiefs from her bosom and stuffed them into his mouth, not letting him speak at all.
"Make your move now!" The stepmother glanced at the middle-aged man, her eyes filled with ruthlessness.
The younger brother glanced at the middle-aged man, gritted his teeth, pulled a dagger from his sleeve, and slashed at the middle-aged man's neck.
"Hehe!"
The middle-aged man felt a chill on his neck, and a bloody taste instantly rose in his throat. Then a warm liquid filled his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe. Before he could react, he stopped moving completely.
"Brother, I killed him to avenge you, but can you spare my mother? She was only following my plan to harm you, please don't touch her!"
The younger brother shielded his stepmother behind him, letting the seemingly frail woman hide behind him. He stared at the boy with some trepidation, hoping to get an answer from him.
But reality ultimately disappointed him. The boy scoffed, "You don't mean that because you did this, I have to let you go?"
The stepson shook his head and said, "No, I know you won't let me go easily, but I don't want to die right now. If you can spare my mother, I'll disfigure myself right now."
The boy was stunned. His face was ruined, and he would never be able to take the imperial examinations again.
Given my stepson's attitude toward the imperial examinations, killing him now would probably be easier than having his appearance ruined and preventing him from taking the exams.
"You unfilial sons! Both of you unfilial sons! Die!"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man was covered in red resentment, which coalesced into a ghost.
He had just transformed into a monster when he began to curse at the boy and his stepson, while simultaneously reaching out to grab the stepson's neck.
"Stop!" The stepmother tried to stop him, but the middle-aged man was no longer human, and she couldn't touch him at all.
The middle-aged man walked over his stepmother, glancing back at her with malice in his eyes.
Right in front of his stepmother, the middle-aged man reached out and grabbed his stepson by the neck, lifting him up with a look of glee in his eyes.
With a snap, the stepson's neck broke.
Upon seeing this, Shao Yanzhe, who was standing outside the door, couldn't help but twitch his brow and subconsciously took a step forward, looking at the boy.
The boy's gaze also turned to him at that moment.
Mind your own business! Dare to come in, or I'll kill you!
Shao Yanzhe raised an eyebrow, understanding the meaning in his eyes.
After inwardly grumbling about the brat, he decided to remain neutral, thinking it was their family matter and he shouldn't interfere.
Upon seeing this, the stepmother's eyes instantly reddened. She lunged forward, but instead passed right through the middle-aged man, unable to touch him at all.
She glared at the middle-aged man with hatred, her bloodshot eyes sweeping over everyone present.
Her gaze swept over the boy, a flicker of fear in her eyes, before turning to the middle-aged man, her eyes filled with hatred. Her gaze then swept over her son, who was being held high in his hand and had already died, and her face twisted in pain.
Finally, her gaze fell on Shao Yanzhe, who was standing outside the door.
"Why didn't you save my son? You stood by and watched him die. I'll remember your face. After I die, I will definitely seek revenge!"
Shao Yanzhe: ? ? ?
Excuse me, what does your son's death have to do with me?
After the stepmother finished speaking, she glared at him one last time and then quickly rammed into the metal incense burner in the room.
With a bang, a large amount of blood splattered onto the incense burner.
The stepmother's body slowly slumped down and she collapsed to the ground, where a pool of blood quickly spread.
Her body twitched, and then she quickly became still and silent.
Faced with this scene, Shao Yanzhe frowned and looked away.
Soon, the stepmother emerged from the corpse, emanating a black aura of resentment.
"This feeling, this feeling of having power, is so wonderful!"
She clenched her fists a few times, feeling the power within her body, and felt an unprecedented expansion.
She turned her head to look at the middle-aged man, her figure suddenly disappeared, and then she swung her claw at him.
"Ah!" The middle-aged man was just a low-level ghost, no match for his stepmother. He was only grabbed once, and his soul instantly dissipated.
The stepson, who was being held by the middle-aged man, was thrown to the ground with a thud. His soul did not become a ghost at all. It is likely that he was sucked into the underworld the moment he died and is probably already in line to drink Meng Po soup and wait to be reincarnated.
The stepmother was surrounded by wisps of red mist. She was filled with grief and then flashed towards the boy.
But she was no match for the boy.
With a mere flick of his wrist, the boy sent his stepmother flying.
The stepmother looked at the boy with fear in her eyes, and then her gaze suddenly turned to Shao Yanzhe.
She flashed again and appeared in front of Shao Yanzhe, then reached for his neck with her hand covered in sharp nails.
Shao Yanzhe was prepared. He pointed the jade hairpin pen in his hand at her palm, and a powerful literary aura suddenly erupted.
The clash between literary energy and resentment sent the stepmother flying, heading straight for the boy.
The boy neither dodged nor avoided her; his resentment enveloped his stepmother, completely suppressing her.
He looked up at Shao Yanzhe opposite him, his eyes dark and devoid of any emotion.
“I’m taking her to the underworld. Could you please tell Aya that she must find me in the next life and that I want to be her friend?”
After the boy finished speaking, he grabbed his stepmother and turned into black mist, disappearing underground.
Shao Yanzhe glanced at the three lifeless corpses on the ground but ignored them. He figured the servants would report it to the authorities once they woke up and saw the bodies.
Now that the boy had left, there was no need for him to stay any longer, so he mounted his horse again and rode back to the dilapidated temple.
He entered the dilapidated temple and first looked at Zhou Jiming and the others. Seeing that they were still breathing steadily and asleep, he felt relieved. Then he looked around and saw Xuan Yao squatting in front of the broken window.
Shao Yanzhe paused, inexplicably sensing Xuan Yao's current emotions from him.
Is he angry?
Why?
He glanced around and then realized that the white silk ribbon that had been tied into a ball was gone.
He walked over and gently patted Xuan Yao's head: "It's getting late, go to sleep."
Xuan Yao's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.
"Meow."
He cried out, his voice filled with frustration.
"The white silk has escaped!"
"It's okay, let him run away. We can catch him when he reappears."
"Meow!"
After a chaotic night, Shao Yanzhe was really tired. He used his spiritual energy to envelop them all and then lay down to sleep.
He can wake up immediately as long as something touches his spiritual energy.
Nothing happened in the latter half of the night. The dazzling sunlight shone through the dilapidated temple and moved slowly as time passed.
When a spot of light the size of a fingernail moved to the corner of Shao Yanzhe's eye, he slowly opened his eyes and saw tiny particles dancing in the sunlight.
"Ouch!" With a startled cry, Liu Mingyuan sat up, clutching the back of his head.
He rubbed the back of his head and looked around blankly.
His scream startled everyone else, and they all came to their senses.
They exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away.
"Huh? It's already dawn! Brother Shao, why didn't you wake me up?" Zhou Jiming asked, looking annoyed.
"What! Brother Shao actually kept watch all night?"
"Brother Shao, would you like to rest for a while now?"
The group looked at Shao Yanzhe with concern in their eyes.
"No need, we can rest later once we're on the road. It's getting late, let's keep going!"
"Oh well!"
The group quickly packed up and continued walking forward.
As for what happened last night, they tacitly agreed not to mention it.
The journey was very quiet. Shao Yanzhe closed his eyes to rest, while the others were reading books. However, they didn't turn the pages for a long time, and they didn't even notice that Zhou Jiming was holding his book upside down.
Everyone seemed a little distracted.
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage came to a stop.
Shao Yanzhe was the first to open his eyes. He glanced around and saw several people who were either lost in thought or in a daze. Without making a sound, he lifted the carriage curtain and got out.
"What's wrong?" he asked the driver.
The driver was wearing a large straw hat, but sweat was still streaming down his face.
The coachman wiped his sweat, his face full of trouble, and said, "Sir, all the post stations along the way have closed. It's getting late, and if we can't find a place to rest soon, we'll probably have to sleep in the open tonight."
Shao Yanzhe glanced at the post station next to him. This post station was better than the one he had seen before. At least three walls were intact, but the roof was gone.
He recalled the map, compared the locations in his mind, and remembered that there was a village not far from this post station.
"Go to Lijia Village and find a villager to stay with for the night."
Upon hearing this, the driver's face lit up with joy: "Alright, sir, please sit tight, we'll set off now."
The group soon arrived at the entrance of Lijia Village. By then, it was already dark, and they could see a few scattered lights in the distance.
Upon arriving at the village entrance, Shao Yanzhe and his group had just disembarked from the carriage when several villagers emerged from the village.
"Who goes there?" a villager asked warily, looking at the group.
Shao Yanzhe quickly stepped forward to explain, "We are scholars on our way to the capital to take the imperial examinations. It's getting late, and we would like to ask for lodging for the night."
The man glanced at the group, and seeing their clothes and demeanor, he believed his explanation, and his attitude softened at a visible speed.
"So that's how it is! We thought they were thieves!"
The men relaxed and revealed the machetes in their hands.
Shao Yanzhe glanced at it and thought to himself, "You guys are relieved, but I'm a little worried."
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