Chapter 128 My master's figure-making skills are excellent, I...
Nezha is angry!
Although the other party remained silent, Pingyu sensed it. The Hun Tian Ling was no longer tied to the roof beam, drooping listlessly on the bedside table. Nezha's expression vanished; his face became like a meaningless lump of clay.
Ke Pingyu is really curious! Although Nezha seems very aggressive and carnivorous, as for lotus root...
After Pingyu finished speaking, Nezha climbed onto her bed. Like a cat that insisted on sleeping in the same litter as its owner, he curled up into a ball.
Um?
Pingyu tentatively poked him: "Nezha?"
Nezha ignored everyone, but the blanket stirred.
The boy used his spiritual power to support the blankets and wrap Pingyu up. Pingyu seemed to hear a sigh, and a corner of the blanket transformed into a hand that patted her back, as if to say:
There's nothing to talk about with a little kid, go to sleep.
Pingyu was wrapped up like a rice dumpling. In the silence, Nezha blew a breath from afar, and the small flame on the candlestick was extinguished.
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The next day.
Pingyu didn't sleep well; the fire poison that had faded after her kiss with Nezha yesterday seemed to have returned. When she opened her eyes, she was drenched in sweat. Her body felt as if she had been pulled out of water, and her eyelids were difficult to open.
Half-asleep, she felt as if the door had been pushed open. A red figure placed something on the ground and strode towards her.
The water in the basin sloshed gently, the sound fleeting in Pingyu's ears. As she sat on the bed with Nezha, she felt the cold water touch her skin. Nezha used a soft cloth dampened with ice water to wipe away Pingyu's sweat.
"Are you really not going to the snow mountain?" Nezha asked.
Pingyu couldn't open her mouth, and weakly waved her hand. Using her spiritual energy, she pulled the basin of water from the ground onto the bed. She buried her face in it, using the water to cool it. Only when the water started to get hot did Pingyu lift her head.
"I'm not going!" Water and sweat mingled and slid down her face. Nezha wiped them away for her, and Pingyu said firmly, "I'm fine!"
"You'd better really be better," Nezha said, bracing himself against the bed and staring at her lips, which were burning red. "You don't have to go, but you have to listen to me about the fire poison."
As the distance closed, Pingyu recalled the innocent kiss from yesterday. Ignoring the fire poison, she swallowed, as if anticipating his actions. Nezha chuckled softly and didn't press forward.
Just as Ping Yu was about to say something, a shout suddenly came from outside:
"ah!"
The sound wasn't made by one person.
The voices, a mixture of different genders and ages, sounded chaotic, accompanied by the sounds of a door opening and footsteps. These noises originated from the same floor, suggesting that the tenants had heard the commotion and gone out to investigate.
Nezha glanced at the door, then stood up: "I'll go take a look."
Ping, without waiting for a moment, immediately stood up and said, "I'm going too!"
She had just gotten up when she was pinned down.
Nezha helped her gather her clothes and said in a more serious tone, "Change your clothes first."
She pulled open her clothes because of her fever, revealing skin glistening with water droplets, pale yet flushed, like petals of a crimson begonia. Pingyu quickly pulled the blankets up a bit, his face turning even redder, and murmured to him, "When you go out, please bring me some water..."
She paused, her voice even softer: "I want to take a bath."
Nezha agreed and pushed open the door to go out.
Seeing him leave without a backward glance, Pingyu couldn't tell if he was still angry about yesterday or simply hadn't learned his lesson. She mumbled, her words unintelligible, "Truly a lotus root..."
Before long, the Hun Tian Ling carried a bathtub filled with water upstairs. Nezha looked outside and, although he couldn't tell who had screamed, it was definitely chaos outside the door.
Looking down from above, there was no one in the lobby.
Nezha saw a customer carrying a pancake off to a certain place, so he jumped up and went downstairs.
Almost everyone crowded around the kitchen, blocking the passageway completely. Nezha couldn't push his way through the mortals to see, so he could only strain his ears, trying to extract useful information from the fragmented conversations.
-"What's wrong?"
"I heard that person died, someone died."
"Why are you stammering? How am I supposed to know?"
"Hey, I don't know either! Everyone's just jumping on the bandwagon. Who knows more than anyone else? All I know is that someone died and collapsed in the kitchen!"
Upon hearing this, the waiter outside the door shouted, "Make way, the doctor is here!"
He rushed into the crowd like a gust of wind, pushing and shoving his way through, carving out a long path.
Nezha retreated to the sides with the shouting and screaming crowd, taking the opportunity to blend into a spot near the kitchen entrance. The people he had overheard weren't lying; there really was a person lying on the floor in the kitchen. His skin was pale, his eyes wide open, his pupils unfocused and lifeless, like two drops of ink heavily pressed into their sockets. The white-haired healer, carrying his medicine chest, rushed over, panting, and took the man's pulse.
Pingyu then came down and saw that everyone was gathered in a group. She fished through the seaweed-like tenants and came to Nezha's side.
She lowered her voice: "How is it?"
Nezha gestured for her to look.
Inside the kitchen, the doctor's expression shifted repeatedly, seemingly puzzled by the pulse he felt. He would sometimes take the pulse, sometimes probe the nose of the corpse, his face gradually turning pale with fear. The guests and staff around, holding their breath and waiting, were bewildered and urged him on, "Doctor, why aren't you saying anything? Is this man dead or alive? Give us a straight answer!"
"this……"
The doctor hesitated, stroking his long beard, unsure how to proceed: "I don't know either. His pulse is beating, but he has no breath; he is both dead and alive."
"How can a person be both dead and alive?" The waiter blurted out, "Could it be that you're a quack doctor, old man, just putting on a show to scam money from patients?"
"Nonsense!" The doctor was so angry that his beard stood on end. "My family has been doctors for generations. I have been practicing medicine since I was ten years old, and I have never been humiliated like this before. If you don't believe me, you can wait for the coroner to come and examine me after the case is reported to the authorities. Why do you have to slander me and clear my name?"
The shop assistant and the doctor started arguing, while Pingyu and Nezha stood in the crowd, their faces grim.
Ping Yu recognized the person lying on the ground at a glance—it was the stall owner who had sold them coarse flour pancakes yesterday. He probably supplied the inn with breakfast and delivered goods here in the morning. The empty carrying pole lay on either side, and the bamboo basket had rolled into a corner. Nezha whispered a reminder to her, "Le'an, look at the ground."
This person has no shadow.
No wonder the doctor said he was both alive and dead...
The shadow is the soul of a person. When a person dies, the soul and the shadow disappear together and become a ghost, no longer existing in this world.
Only when a person dies can they become a ghost, but the stall owner's physical body is still alive.
Pingyu touched her face with her finger and quietly slipped away from the crowd with Nezha. She pondered, "Did Little Mud steal his shadow?"
The art of stealing images is an evil technique, and it is not tolerated by the righteous path.
Those who know this method are either demons or heretics.
"I don't know." Nezha looked out the door. While the shop assistant and the doctor were arguing, the constables arrived after receiving the report. They came looking impatient, cursing under their breath: "This is the third one to die. What a bad day!"
Pingyu and Nezha remained silent for a moment after hearing this. They were both principled in their dealings, neither blindly exorcising demons nor showing much favoritism towards mortals, believing only in the principle that "those who deserve to die must die." Yesterday's Xue Er and He Niu corresponded to the two men the officials had mentioned who died. They had humiliated Peipei and Xiao Niba, and deserved to die. However, the noodle stall owner in the kitchen didn't deserve to die; Xiao Niba had stolen first, but after Pingyu gave him the gold nugget, he obediently brought all the noodles.
Nezha stated his position: "We must interrogate her."
He looked at Pingyu, afraid she would soften her heart. Pingyu pursed her lips for a moment and said, "It might not be her. It could be the Taoist priest from the back mountain that Xue Er mentioned. We need to interrogate both of them. If it really is made of little mud..."
Telling Jiang Ziya about what happened in town might get him to make an exception and let Wang Tian take care of Peipei in the military camp.
Ping Yu made his own decision: "Then I'll kill her."
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After some discussion, the two decided to go to the back mountain to find the Taoist priest first. To avoid alerting him, they hired a horse-drawn carriage to go up the mountain. If it got late, they were afraid no one would be willing to pull the carriage.
The town's best carriage was less than a third the size of the Lin residence. Pingyu and Nezha were both tall, and once they sat down, there was hardly any space left. The heavy curtains were lowered by the coachman, preventing any light or wind from entering, making the narrow space stuffy and hot. Pingyu started sweating again, and she couldn't breathe. She wanted to pull the curtains open a little.
*Smack*
Unable to move.
Nezha grabbed her wrist and leaned forward. Pingyu was already pressed against the carriage wall, leaving her nowhere to retreat. She watched as the boy completely encircled her in his arms. Nezha's arms braced against the carriage, holding her captive.
Pingyu sensed something was wrong and stumbled, trying to awaken his sense of shame: "Nezha, we're outside."
"Last time was also outside."
Nezha wasn't buying it.
He pressed down, his gaze fixed. Ping Yu felt a sharp pain in his lower lip as the other bit him in retaliation. His hand moved up from Ping Yu's neck, his fingers gripping the other's face, and he laughed, "What are you afraid of? Didn't you listen to me? The other party also knows Taoist magic. We need to suppress the fire poison first, so we don't suffer a hidden loss when the fight starts."
Is that really the reason?
When she looked down, she didn't see Nezha, but only a wolf stalking its prey on a rocky cliff.
The boomerang from the inn finally struck.
The most tasteless man is one who lets his guard down over something like this. It turns out Nezha wasn't angry; he was just thinking about how to prove himself.
After Nezha finished speaking, he didn't give her a chance to say anything more.
Unlike his initial awkwardness, Nezha always learned quickly. This time, his kiss was fierce and urgent, pouring the moist honey into Pingyu's mouth. Two soft tongues chased each other inside, like a cat licking away layers of fish flesh.
Pingyu struggled and tried to run, but Nezha's aggression was only partially revealed, making her feel like a rabbit on a chopping board. She lifted her leg, but Nezha immediately twisted it and pinned her down. The boy's teeth itched, desperately wanting to bite something. But Pingyu's lips were too soft, and the water from her tongue was too sweet, making him unable to stop.
Gradually, my breath dried up.
Pingyu couldn't keep up with Nezha's pace. She was so dizzy and disoriented from the kiss that the saliva she hadn't had time to swallow was immediately greedily licked away by him.
"Le'an".
Nezha lifted the curtain, and the autumn wind rushed in, instantly waking Pingyu up. She looked at the seemingly harmless boy in front of her with trembling fear, like someone who had been tortured and then doused with cold water.
"My master is very skilled at sculpting people, and I have everything I need."
Ah... Oh!
Pingyu covered his face and huddled up in a ball.
The power shifted in the blink of an eye. Nezha, intending to keep Pingyu clear-headed, pecked her lips again and said calmly, "If you want, you can examine her in the next few days."
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