Chapter 46 Chapter 46 Jiaojiao, go to sleep. I'll copy some scriptures. ...
Nan Qiong Shuang stood there, feeling like she could hardly breathe, and closed her eyes tightly.
Wu Dao chuckled, but only the sound could be heard, not the person. "This is just a warning."
She trembled slightly, her whole body tense as a string. "I'm not betraying the Wangsheng Sect. It's just that if he dies now, even if I steal the jade token, I won't be able to leave the mountain."
Mist Blade: "Well—you better be."
The answer was ambiguous, but it seemed that she did not agree, and her long eyelashes trembled twice again.
People who don't believe you will never believe you no matter what, not to mention that she really feels guilty about this matter.
Instead of proving yourself, let others prove themselves.
She forced a laugh. "Come to think of it, I haven't even come to terms with you for pushing me into the Hidden Dragon Pond. Even Li Xuanbai didn't see who pushed me, so who else could it be if not you?!"
Wu Dao: "Stop throwing dirty water on me! I said no, it's no, why would I lie to you?!"
She sneered, "Bullshit! You've ruined my plans time and time again. Today you pushed me into a well, tomorrow you sent me on a midnight mission, and the day after tomorrow, you're putting a head on my desk. What's going on? Is the bowl too small? Not enough for your meal? Are you going to use a head to fill it?"
Wu Dao: "Don't you know why I did that? Nan Qiong Shuang—" Her voice was soft, like a thin snake coiling around her neck. "If you have a change of heart, don't put the blame on others."
She sneered, "I think you have a girlfriend, you don't want to take me with you, you want to replace me!"
Wu Dao fell silent and spat on the ground: "Fuck—"
For the instructors in the Paradise Hall, this was a very serious accusation. The Paradise Hall was full of beauties, and in the past, instructors often fell in love with the girls in the hall. If such a thing was discovered in the Paradise Hall, it would be dealt with severely, being treated as a traitor to the sect.
She continued, "The time is not right yet. I just want to keep him for a while so I can find a way down the mountain. What are you doing with your pig-headed guesses?! How should I handle this? Tell me!"
He finally stopped talking.
Nan Qiong Shuang breathed a sigh of relief and shouted angrily, "Get out!"
In my ear, Wu Dao snorted coldly.
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Count to three. One, two!"
Finally, a dark shadow emerged from the bamboo grove outside the window. The bamboo forest swayed, and she lowered her eyes, watching the shadow materialize and reluctantly stand before her.
The tall and strong guy stood in front of her like a mountain, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face and his shoulders crossed.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Bend over."
Mist Blade: “Ah?”
She said nothing, but glared at him with a sneer without any guilt.
Wu Dao finally bent down slowly, stood in front of her and looked at her, grinning: "Are you angry?"
Nan Qiong Shuang opened her five fingers, "——Snap!"
He swung his arm and slapped him in the face, a crisp slap.
The huge, boulder-like head tilted only a few inches to the side, and said with a nonchalant smile, "Alright, I'll hit you once, don't be angry anymore."
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Next time, just hide and watch. Don't meddle in my affairs, you pig-brained fool!"
"Okay, okay," Wu Dao laughed, revealing two rows of small, broken teeth, seeing that she finally stopped making a big deal out of it. "Let's go."
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Stop!"
Wu Dao turned around and looked back at her.
Nan Qiong Shuang: "Take this thing away from you!"
Wu Dao ignored her, turned around, looked her up and down playfully and meaningfully, jumped out of the window and disappeared.
Even the bamboo forest outside the window didn't shake.
Nan Qiong Shuang stood there, her expression changing again and again. She calmed her breath a little and closed the window.
Then, she quietly looked at the human head placed on her desk in the darkness.
She closed her eyes, rested her hands on the table, and took a long, hard breath.
It was just a moment of distraction, and Wu Dao noticed her thoughts, so he did this to warn her.
This time, she was lucky, as she managed to trick Wu Dao into giving her all sorts of tricks. But next time, it might not be so easy.
People like them cannot have even the slightest bit of softness in their hearts. A moment of hesitation will not only harm themselves, but also drag down a group of unrelated people.
Under the moonlight, she quietly watched Asong, whose expression was still filled with fear and shock.
She had just seen him in front of her door, heartbroken and crying because Gu Zhi was injured. He was a man who always knew when to act and was sensible, but he came to her in the middle of the night to beg her.
Goodbye, it was placed on the table.
It's all because of her.
She was almost sweating profusely, holding onto the table, her hands gripping the edge of the table.
Sooner or later, she will kill all the bastards in the Gate of Rebirth one by one without leaving a single one behind.
In the darkness, she looked at the head. Finally, she sighed, sat back on the couch, and poured herself a cup of tea.
what to do?
Fortunately, only the head was in the room; the body wasn't there yet. Wu Dao's usual method was to leave the body where he'd killed the person.
But the head was in her room, how could she get herself out?
Killing people, to her, was part of her job, just like a censor offering advice, a general training his troops, or a scholar writing articles. So, naturally, she knew that if one wanted to get away with killing someone, dismembering and hiding the body was the most common method.
But where is such a big human head hidden?
If one wanted to hide, there was a mountain path next to the Muxue Courtyard, with many dense forests on the roadside. In the middle of the night, one could go out with the head and bury the body with a shovel while no one was noticing. It was not impossible.
But if she did it, she would risk being discovered.
The most suitable person for this task was the Mist Blade.
But - before Wu Dao left, he turned around and gave her a look with a half-smile, and she saw it clearly.
Although the vicious dog was forced to be obedient after being bitten back by her, it actually still did not completely believe her.
I deliberately left this hot potato here to warn and scare her.
She sneered and cursed in her heart, "You bastard."
He held his forehead, looked around the room, and sighed again.
There was only a washstand, a wardrobe, a table and chairs, a bookshelf with sparse books, and a bed in her room.
If there is anything that can hide your head, there is really nothing.
unless--
Her eyes fell on a pot of spider plant on the bookshelf.
The spider plant grew luxuriantly, as if it was well cared for by the people in the yard. It was placed on the top shelf of the bookshelf, with long and thick stems and leaves hanging down to the ground, and blooming with elegant and beautiful flowers.
She drummed her fingers on the table.
That flower pot might be a good place to hide.
--but.
Hiding a dead person's head in a flowerpot and staring at it day and night, wouldn't it be too unlucky for her to no longer be afraid of the dead?
She held her forehead and sighed again, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples in frustration.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind like a spark on a lit fuse.
She suddenly stopped rubbing her temples, and her eyes quietly opened, clear and calm.
After a moment, tears welled up in her eyes and she screamed, "Master, Master, save me—"
*
Gu Zhifang untied the bed curtain, wiped the cold sweat off his face, and was about to go to bed to rest when he suddenly heard a miserable scream from the yard.
His heart suddenly tightened, the direction of the scream was exactly her room.
So he hurriedly opened the door and asked, "What's wrong?"
Before he could see clearly, a figure like a white butterfly came flying in front of him, running towards him quickly with her skirt lifted up, her sleeves fluttering in the air. Without waiting for his reaction, she threw herself into his arms and sobbed on his chest.
He was startled and hugged her back like a child, rubbing her shoulders soothingly. "What's wrong, Jiaojiao?"
"In my room..." The person in his arms raised his head, tears already streaking down his face. "In my room there is..."
"What's in the room?"
She was so frightened that she couldn't speak. She tried to speak several times with trembling lips, but she could only raise her face and look at him crying, her body shaking like a dead leaf caught in a storm.
His heart suddenly tightened, and he hugged her again, tightening his arms around her slightly, holding her face, and resting his head against hers with heartache.
"Okay, don't cry, I'll go take a look."
"Sir..." Her tears almost burst out, she grabbed his arm and refused to let go, "Please don't...please don't leave me here alone..."
"I'm not going to leave you here alone..." He laughed dumbly, holding her face and carefully wiping away some tears with his thumb. "I have to go and see what else I can do. Wait here for me for a moment, be obedient."
She didn't say anything, nor did she let go. She just trembled aggrievedly and bit her lips.
He sighed and scratched her cheek with his index finger again. Suddenly he realized what he was doing, froze in an instant, and withdrew his hand.
She just wouldn't give in, staring at him with her sparkling eyes, holding on to his arm stubbornly, refusing to let go.
He smiled helplessly and said, "It's okay, I'll go take a look. Jiaojiao, follow me. If you're still scared, just close your eyes."
After saying that, he took her hand, protected her behind his back, and walked to the door of her room.
He took just one look inside and froze.
He turned around and hugged her, his warm palms covering her tearful eyes. Then, in a calm and steady tone, he gave a solemn order to the servants who had heard the noise, "Seal off the courtyard and search the entire place. Bring out that thing."
Then he said to her gently, "Jiaojiao, don't be afraid. I'll go to the side room. Sleep on my couch tonight."
"No, sir..." Two more tears rolled down her cheeks under his palm, "No, sir, don't leave me alone..."
She was shaking so violently that he could hardly bear it.
He looked at the tears on her eyelashes with embarrassment for a long time, and finally sighed, hugged her in his arms, rested his chin on her head, and stroked her arm.
Today, he had just received seventy lashes and now seemed to have started to have a fever and was feeling dizzy.
He managed to stay awake and said, "Okay then. Jiaojiao, go to sleep. I'll copy the scriptures."
*
Someone was killed in the yard. The uncle heard about this the next day, but Gu Zhi was not surprised.
But what surprised him was that Huide actually left the Bodhi Pavilion the next day, which he had not visited for several months, and brought Song Yaojie with him to his courtyard to inquire about the matter in person.
Under the flower trees in the courtyard, the servants knelt respectfully on the ground, Gu Zhi and Song Yaojie bowed their heads and served at the side. Huide sat on a stone bench next to the stone table, took the tea offered by Song Yaojie who was half-kneeling on the ground, and took a sip casually.
"Where was Asong's head found?"
Gu Zhi: "It was found in Miss Chu's room."
Song Yaojie gave him a suspicious look, and Huide asked, "Chu Jiaojiao?"
Gu Zhi lowered his head in silence.
"She's really an old acquaintance." Huide sighed, "Then bring her back to me."
Gu Zhi leaned over and ordered, "Aliang, go get Miss Chu." Then he said to Huide, "Miss Chu is packing her luggage right now."
Huide raised his eyelids and asked, "Pack your luggage?"
Song Yaojie suddenly turned her head to look at him with a mixture of surprise and joy. Gu Zhi remained calm and nodded, saying, "I have ordered her to move to Junior Brother Xuanbai's Lingjue Pavilion in a few days."
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