Chapter 310: Hundred Days Fragrance
"Who is Qiu Wuji to you?"
Shi Yan's voice seemed to have suddenly become that of a different person, so cold that it made people feel terrified.
He Fang was originally thinking of teasing her, but was startled by her gaze and tone. He said blankly, "Qiu Wuji?"
His face gradually showed confusion and bewilderment, as if he had never heard of this name.
Shi Yan took a step closer, not even caring about the difference between men and women. He grabbed He Fang's wrist and held it in front of him, moving his nose to make sure that he had not smelled it wrong.
The pair of eyes revealed beyond the veil were already filled with overwhelming hatred.
"If you don't know Qiu Wuji, how come your hands smell like lily of the valley?"
He Fang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pulled his hand back as if he was bitten by a snake. He took a few steps back and said with wide eyes, "What, what is Hundred Days Fragrant? I have never heard of it!"
He glanced around in panic, backing up towards the cabin door, "You crazy woman, you are talking nonsense, I want to get off the boat!"
As soon as Shi Yan raised his hand, the hatch behind He Fang was slammed shut. The sound startled He Fang so much that he almost jumped up on the spot, and he became even more panicked.
Zhu Lan narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he didn't know why Shi Yan, who had been speaking softly just now, suddenly changed his expression, He Fang's reaction was obviously even more wrong.
This expression clearly shows that he is feeling guilty.
Shi Yan's eyes were cold. He slowly raised his hand behind his ear and removed the veil he had been wearing, revealing his true face.
Including Zhu Lan, everyone took a deep breath.
No one could have imagined that beneath those beautiful eyes, there was such a face——
The left side of Shi Yan's face, from cheek to jaw, was covered with large patches of red spots of varying depths. Even the surface of the skin was bumpy, as if the skin had grown back after being burned by fire.
Chu Xin was so frightened that he hid behind Zhu Lan.
"Ghost...ghost...!" He Fang was so scared when he saw that face that he fell to the ground, and moved backwards with his legs. His pants soon became wet.
Shi Yan's eyes were gloomy, and the flickering candlelight reflected on her extremely terrifying face, making her look like an evil ghost from Asura Hell.
"Qiu Wuji, where is he?"
Shi Yan walked towards He Fang step by step, and unexpectedly, a dagger appeared in his hand, flashing the same cold light as in her eyes.
The overwhelming hatred in her eyes made He Fang have no doubt that if he said something wrong, she would kill him with a knife.
“Qiu Wuji…Qiu Wuji…” He Fang’s face was already pale. He stared with eyes wide open in fear and tried hard to think. Suddenly he looked up and shouted, “I know, you are talking about Ji Wuqiu! He was the one who gave me the Hundred Days Fragrance!”
The dagger in Shi Yan's hand stopped in mid-air, and he muttered to himself.
"Qiu Wuji...Ji Wuqiu..."
"Yes, yes, yes, he must have told me the name backwards!"
Shi Yan's eyes turned cold, "Where is he?"
I didn't expect that the enemy I had been looking for for so many years would actually find the clue here by accident.
He Fang stared at the dagger in her hand and said fearfully: "He, he was already dead!"
Shi Yan's eyes widened, seemingly in disbelief, "He...he's dead!? How did you know?"
He Fang quickly explained that he had met an old beggar with abscesses all over his body outside a few years ago. The beggar was dying at the time, and He Fang saw that he was dying, so he gave him a bowl of porridge as a good meal for him before he died.
The old beggar drank the porridge and asked He Fang to bury him properly. He Fang asked his name, and the old beggar called himself Ji Wu Qiu, and gave He Fang a small bottle of medicine as a reward, which was the Hundred Days Fragrance.
"This evil villain actually...didn't die in my hands. It was too easy for him." Shi Yan gritted his teeth and asked He Fang, "Did he die painfully?"
He Fang recalled the old beggar's death with his body festering and nodded with some horror.
Shi Yan laughed happily, "That old villain used the Hundred Days Fragrance to harm me into this state back then. God is indeed watching over me. When he made those medicines, I knew that he would suffer a backlash sooner or later, hahahaha..."
She slowly squatted on the ground, covering her face, and the sound she made sounded like crying, but also like laughing.
Chu Xin suddenly tugged at Zhu Lan's sleeve, causing her to bend over, and whispered something in her ear.
Zhu Lan's eyes widened little by little, and his expression became solemn.
Shi Yan finally cried and laughed enough, then he slowly stood up from the ground and put on his veil again.
She walked to the cabin door and opened it. The late night lake breeze blew in, as cold as the beginning of autumn.
Shi Yan's voice was indifferent:
"Today's poetry gathering on the lake has ended. Please do as you please."
"Wait a minute!" The person who spoke was Zhu Lan.
Zhu Lan came in front of Shi Yan and spoke after a moment's hesitation:
"Miss Shi Yan, I have no intention of asking about your past. But today's matter involves human life. Could you please answer a few questions for me?"
"Human life is at stake?" Shi Yan glanced at her and said, "If it weren't for you guys today, I wouldn't have known that the bastard was dead. You guys have helped me. Go ahead and ask."
Zhu Lan hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Miss... the scar on your face, is it caused by the 'Hundred Days Fragrance' you mentioned just now?"
Shi Yan's eyes dimmed and he nodded.
"I am originally from the Jianghu. Qiu Wuji and my master are from the same sect, and the two have had a long-standing grudge. Qiu Wuji refined the poison of 'Hundred Days Fragrance', the smell of which is very similar to that of agarwood, and it will dissipate when exposed to heat. If someone uses it for years, their skin will slowly ulcerate, just like me.
In order to harm my master, that bastard mixed the incense sticks into the incense burner that my master used every day. It happened that my master was away for some reason and didn't find the drug. As a result... it took effect on me, who was only eight years old."
When Shi Yan said this, he clenched his fists tightly, and even his knuckles turned slightly white.
"Miss, do you have any way to identify this medicine?" Zhu Lan asked.
Shi Yan frowned and nodded slightly.
Zhu Lan thought for a moment, then bowed to Shi Yan and said solemnly:
"Miss Shi Yan, this matter may be related to a serious case."
Zhu Lan glanced at He Fang as he spoke. There were many people around here who knew He Fang, and there was no guarantee that he didn't have a confidant waiting on the shore. It would be bad if the news leaked out.
"Can you please not dock the boat first, and then ask Miss to send someone to take a small boat ashore and go to Jingzhao Prefecture immediately--"
She suddenly thought of the relationship between Jingzhao Prefecture and Prince Qi, and changed her words:
"No, go directly to the Dali Temple to report the case."
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