Chapter 35: Progress Bar for Official Promotion 11/100
Su Zhenzhen asked Hensheng to help dig up Duan Fuling's remains and to help with the burial.
To everyone's surprise, Jiang Sijin was the first to object, saying, "Who is she? Does she even deserve to have a crown prince collect her corpse?"
Hey, you didn't say that when you were collecting the corpses of those eight ghosts.
Su Zhenzhen found Jiang Sijin to be a bit strange; in 906-century terms, he was a womanizer.
General Huo guarded the border prefecture, and eight ghosts died defending the mountain county. They deserved to have their corpses collected by the crown prince himself. Why can't you accept the loyalty of the people of Xijun after you've abandoned them? They were also people of your Jiang family dynasty.
[I initially quite liked Jiang Sijin, the NPC; the poisoned princess was so captivating. But what she said was disgusting. If she hadn't escaped, she probably would have ended up like the female ghost, or maybe even worse.]
[You're hypocritical and hypocritical! Wasn't the female ghost's father the only one who didn't flee immediately because of the people? Everyone was serving their country loyally, so why are you making such a distinction between different classes?]
The barrage of insults in the comments was intense, but Su Zhenzhen found it amusing and wished she could replay those words in Jiang Sijin's ears.
Thinking this way, I impulsively did it.
The moment the audio from the live chat was played aloud, Su Zhenzhen was taken aback. This thing was supposed to only produce sound in her head, right? When did it get an external speaker function?
All sorts of voices came from Su Zhenzhen's mind, some sarcastic and some full of profanity, all targeting Jiang Sijin.
Hensheng and the others looked around in surprise, and finally determined that the voices were coming from Su Zhenzhen's head.
Huo Yi and Ba looked on with admiration, "Are these immortals speaking?"
Jiang Sijin initially clenched her fists and retorted, but gradually lost her temper and could only listen to the voices cursing her with a livid expression.
But she was a woman of principle and didn't ask Su Zhenzhen to turn off the sound.
The viewers in the live stream, who were originally going to sleep, stayed up all night because of Jiang Sijin.
The most poisonous thing in the world is not poison that burns through the intestines, but the mouth.
Su Zhenzhen understood this principle, so she never talked back when the comments section was full of insults at her. After all, it wouldn't hurt her, and she could even find it entertaining.
However, Jiang Sijin didn't understand. Being strong-willed by nature, she listened to the verbal bullying from the unfamiliar time and space without missing a single word, and finally fainted from anger.
Hensheng was somewhat worried, after all, they were blood relatives and, according to seniority, he was still his elder.
"Miss Su, is your aunt alright?"
"Little aunt? That's quite a nice title." Su Zhenzhen's lips twitched slightly; she regretted giving birth to such an honest child.
If you genuinely treat someone like family, they might just treat you like a blood donation bag.
"Of course she's fine. I might not even be able to beat an old monster like her, so how could she be hurt by a few words? Don't meddle when you have nothing better to do. Hurry up and come with me to dig up the bones. We still need to make another coffin later, and you really need to do that yourself."
Hensheng wanted to say more than just a few words; he had never heard so many people talking at once in his twenty years of life. Each and every word was crystal clear, and every sentence felt like a steel needle, causing even an observer to feel a sharp pain.
But once Su Zhenzhen spoke, Hensheng disregarded Jiang Sijin and went to dig out Duan Fuling's remains.
After all that commotion, it was already dawn, and Old Man Bai and Li Da were starting to feel the strain.
Jiang Sijin was brought back by Hensheng and is still not awake.
Su Zhenzhen was also exhausted. When the barrage of criticism against Jiang Sijin was going on, it felt like there was a surround sound system in her head.
Since we have prior experience, we'll leave this coffin entirely to Hensheng's care.
Hateful of Sheng's work, Su Zhenzhen put all ten ghosts into the storage compartment and sat down to meditate by his side.
Old Bai and Li Da rested in their respective corners, while Jiang Sijin lay casually on the ground unattended.
Looking at this scene alone, the handsome man and beautiful woman seem to be living a peaceful and idyllic life.
It wasn't until dark that Hensheng finished making the coffin, and Jiang Sijin still hadn't woken up.
Su Zhenzhen simply had Old Man Bai and Li Da watch over Jiang Sijin, while letting Duan Fuling go out to collect her body together.
The bones were laid out one by one into the coffin, and the soil was gradually filled in. Duan Fuling looked at the imperial bloodline personally erecting a monument for her, her feelings were very complicated, and in the end she still whispered a thank you.
Su Zhenzhen opened the Cycle of Reincarnation. Duan Fuling glanced back and saw the inscription on the tombstone: "Tomb of Fuling, daughter of Duan Du'an, Prefect of Xijun." Finally, she stepped into the Cycle of Reincarnation without any regrets.
The moon is fullest on the 16th of the lunar month, and before we knew it, Su Zhenzhen had been here for half a month. Her performance progress was 11/100. At this rate, her promotion to a permanent position is just around the corner.
Su Zhenzhen searched her mind and found that the progress bar had changed color. It was gray before, but now it was brighter. She couldn't help but wonder if this was the reason why the audio of the comments could be played aloud.
Seeing that Su Zhenzhen was absent-minded and not walking in a straight line, Hensheng kindly blocked her way.
"Miss Su, is something on your mind?"
Without a second thought, Su Zhenzhen said, "I can go home in a few months."
"Go home? Go home which home? Is it in heaven?" Hensheng himself didn't realize that a sense of panic welled up in his heart as he asked the question.
Su Zhenzhen didn't expect Hensheng to react so strongly, but she could understand it. Apart from Old Man Bai, she was probably the most trustworthy person to him. Moreover, apart from being a bit of a saint, he was practically the best man of the 906 century—good-looking and obedient.
If someone is good-looking, they can eat two more bowls of rice; if they are obedient, they can be sent out to work.
Su Zhenzhen patted Hensheng on the shoulder like a brother, "Don't worry, there are still a few months left. And if I really finish converting 100 wronged souls first, I will stay here to help you overthrow the country before I leave."
Hensheng looked at the hand resting on his shoulder. The hand was rough, but it was very strong when it touched him, making his heart sink.
Neither of them spoke again, and they returned to the coffin shop under the moonlight.
The next morning, Su Zhenzhen only remembered Jiang Sijin after finishing the porridge cooked by Old Man Bai. That guy still hadn't woken up.
That shouldn't be the case. How can someone have such a weak mental fortitude?
General Huo was released to teach Hensheng martial arts, but he refused to lend out his flashlight again. Hensheng used the leftover wood from the coffin as a spear.
Su Zhenzhen began to study Jiang Sijin.
I touched my hands; they were still warm, and I could feel air coming from my nose.
Su Zhenzhen turned Jiang Sijin over, but she still didn't wake up.
"Old Bai, come and help Jiang Sijin take off her clothes. We'll give her a bath later. You must have experience with taking care of children. She was lying on the ground like this last night, so dirty."
Old Bai came over as instructed, but before his hand could even touch Jiang Sijin's clothes, a strand of hair flew towards him.
Su Zhenzhen had been waiting for a while, and immediately lit the lighter she had bought with points the night before.
"Is pretending to be asleep fun, little princess?"
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