Back in her room, she kept thinking about how interesting the Song residence was, with a strong sense of gloom everywhere.
"Milk, are you done cleaning?"
"Okay! Come on, Grandma will take you to have breakfast." Ma Linghua's face immediately changed. Her eldest granddaughter was the most important thing, and everything else had to take a backseat.
Not only was the yard swept clean, but the weeds were also completely cleared away by the iris.
The two walked out through the back door and onto the street, which was surprisingly lively.
Despite the cold weather, people are constantly trying to make a living.
Upon seeing a sign that read "Food Restaurant," she went inside without hesitation, taking her eldest granddaughter with her.
"Five servings of these meat buns, four bowls of these egg noodles, and this mutton, and this chicken, let's have one too!" Ma Linghua ordered in a flurry.
The waiter noted down the menu items and then kindly offered a suggestion, "Auntie, can you finish all of this? Why don't you order a little at a time, and then order more when you're done? What do you think?"
"No need, just go ahead. We have money, we don't care about this little bit." She was incredibly arrogant.
Ma Lihua: "……………………"
If she remembered correctly, the money was borrowed! And it was planned to last a month. If her grandmother ate like that, she probably wouldn't last even a week, let alone a month.
Watching the shop assistant leave, Ma Lihua whispered, "Grandma, I'm afraid this little bit of money won't be enough for us!" She was a little worried.
"Hey! Don't be afraid. We'll figure out another way if we run out of milk. We absolutely can't let you go hungry." Ma Linghua was as steady as an old dog.
When the food was served, the two of them ate heartily, their bellies round and full. They even packed a dozen or so meat buns to take home for Ma Hehua to eat that evening.
I wonder if the food in the brothel is any good.
Here, at midday, Chen Bian looked around anxiously but didn't see Ma Linghua come to get her lunch. He even specially saved a few slices of meat for her.
Ma Linghua: "…………………………"
What's a few slices of meat? She'd already eaten a big meal; she didn't care about those few slices of meat.
Cao'er didn't see anyone either, thinking that they probably hadn't finished their work. After all, the Buddhist hall in the backyard was quite large, and it would take until noon to finish.
"Hey, what are you looking at?" a waiter serving food asked.
Chen Bian was a little unhappy when no one showed up. He said with a serious face, "What do you care what I'm doing? You don't do your job properly all day, just asking questions all day long. It seems you have too little work to do. Hurry up and wash the vegetables for this afternoon."
The waiter slunk away, while the remaining three waiters didn't dare to breathe loudly, fearing they would be scolded.
The two lay on the bed, leisurely thinking about things. Ma Linghua thought for a moment and said, "Lihua, what do you think of this Buddhist hall?"
"It's not very good. It doesn't look like a Buddhist temple; it's more like a den."
As soon as Ma Lihua finished speaking, Ma Linghua suddenly understood.
"No wonder I was wondering why this wall looked so strange, and the dry well under the pine tree in the backyard was full of human bones, with all the flesh gnawed away."
What he suspected most was Old Mrs. Song. She had a hunched back, but looked quite energetic, and she walked without making a sound.
Chen Bian glanced at the maid in front of him and instructed, "The old lady's meals must not be delayed, and this food box must not be opened."
"knew."
The maid nodded repeatedly. This was the first time she had served the old lady's meals. However, when her name was called, the maids and old women around her looked at her with pitiful eyes.
When Ma Linghua arrived at the Buddhist hall carrying the food box, she happened to come out for a drink of water. After all, she was a servant in the old lady's household, and to show her diligence, she took over the maid's task.
"Oh! Girl, go back! Leave this to your aunt, I'll just take it to the old lady directly."
"Okay, thank you, Aunt Ma."
She figured that since it was someone from the old lady's household, it wouldn't matter if she delivered it herself, and it would also save her time.
Ma Linghua knocked on the door of the Buddhist hall.
"Come in!"
As soon as Madam Song's voice rang out, Ma Linghua quickly went inside.
Inside, it was filled with smoke and a faint smell of urine mixed with sandalwood; the smell was simply indescribable.
Ma Linghua went inside, but to her surprise, the door slammed shut by itself.
"Wow! It's automatic!" she exclaimed in surprise.
As I walked and observed, I noticed that the Buddhist hall was filled with images of Bodhisattvas, and it was quite large.
She walked and looked around, wondering when this would end.
A huge shadow approached her from behind, its sharp claws about to pierce her skull.
"Madam, are you there? I'm lost, come out and meet me!" Ma Linghua cried out, and the shadow behind her immediately disappeared again.
"Is nobody here?"
The area was shrouded in smoke, making it difficult for her to see clearly. Just then, she reached out and touched something, and suddenly, her hand was bitten.
"Click..."
There was a shattering sound. Without saying a word, Ma Linghua unleashed a powerful attack, sending her curved blade flying out instantly, followed by a scream.
"ah!"
Ma Linghua's expression was indifferent. She glanced at her bitten finger and thought, "Good, there's no wound."
Hearing the screams, which sounded somewhat familiar, she used her Ghostly Shadow Steps and instantly appeared in front of Old Madam Song.
Seeing her lying face down on the chair, covering her mouth, with a curved knife stuck in her buttocks, her lips twitched.
"Madam, are you even clean?"
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