Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Since transmigrating into the book, Meng Yingying has never felt comfortable. She washed herself with water. Transmigrating into the book has made her live in a strange world, living in unease and fear, but she still has to appear calm. When she learned that she had lived two lives, she even had suicidal thoughts. Living two lives in such a place is just torture for her.
Meng Yingying tilted her head back, covering her eyes with her wet hands, her face instantly becoming hot and wet.
Bang, bang, bang! A knock sounded at the door. Meng Yingying lowered her brows and looked at the door. Aunt Sun's warm voice rang out from outside: "Miss, would you like some hot water?"
Meng Yingying felt the water temperature; it was a bit cold, and she knew she should get up. She said, "No need, Auntie."
Aunt Sun raised her hand and patted the door: "Girl, adding some hot water will make the bath more comfortable."
Meng Yingying suddenly remembered that it was the talisman she had pasted up, which was why the old woman couldn't hear her. She quickly dressed and went to the door. She flung the door open, and a kitchen knife came flying at her. Meng Yingying dodged to the side, and the knife slashed horizontally at her. Aunt Sun smiled warmly, "Girl, you've delivered yourself to our doorstep. We haven't seen a female Taoist priest in so long."
Meng Yingying's cheek was slashed and scarred. She dodged repeatedly, pushed herself into a corner, and summoned Calamity to strike at Aunt Sun's face. Aunt Sun's strength was greater than she had expected. Meng Yingying blocked the cleaver that came down with her hand. Aunt Sun looked at her wooden sword and smiled: "A wooden sword, can you kill someone?"
Meng Yingying pursed her lips. She didn't want to kill anyone. Concentrating her strength, she used her magic to shake Sun off and ran towards the door. Although it wasn't far, Aunt Sun grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Her bun was ripped apart, which was excruciating. Her scalp burned with pain. She swung her sword backhand. Although Aunt Sun was stout, she was very agile and dodged the attack.
Panting, Meng Yingying continued running. This time, Aunt Sun didn't chase after her. She rushed out, and there stood a man by the door, thin and with an unsettling smile on his face, holding a kitchen knife in his hand. She didn't know when he had gotten there. Aunt Sun stood behind her and said, "Girl, don't run."
Meng Yingying's breathing quickened, and she felt physically trapped. She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't force me." Aunt Sun laughed loudly, as if she saw endless wealth rushing towards her.
Suddenly she could no longer speak. The wooden sword pierced her breasts effortlessly. Meng Yingying, clutching the Calamity Sword, her eyes numb, forced the sword in. Her eyes were clear and bright. "My sword never kills. You are not human, are you?" The man saw his wife being killed and slashed at her. Meng Yingying mercilessly used her magic to sever his arm. He knelt on the ground, and Meng Yingying ended his life.
Everything happened so fast; the burning sensation on her face brought her to a clear understanding of what she was doing.
The bloodstains on her face were wiped away by a pair of hands, and a decadent smell enveloped her. The tinkling of bells rang in her ears. Shang Mang leaned down and hugged her tightly: "Do you like it? It's a gift I gave you."
Meng Yingying remained silent.
Shang Mang held her trembling fingertips, and every pore on his body opened up, feeling unparalleled pleasure. Rely on him, and let all these people die.
Meng Yingying pushed him away expressionlessly and said, "Disgusting."
Upon hearing this, Shang Mang trembled repeatedly. She said she hated him, hated him, hated him, hated him, hated him, hated him, hated him, hated him, hated him, hated him—such profound words.
Shang Mang stared at her, his gaze lingering on her: "Hate me as much as I hate you."
Meng Yingying laughed, looking at Shang Mang as if he were a fool: "From the moment you appeared, I've been wondering why you appeared and what you're here for. I've been keeping a close eye on you."
"I stepped into your trap step by step, hoping to get some information from you that I wanted, but you said nothing. I won't hate you. No one hates a stranger." Her voice was trembling, and if you listened carefully, you could hear a trembling laugh, but only she knew how excited she was at that moment.
Shang Mang's disappearance was indeed planned. If she follows through with all of this, the truth about her past life and the way out will come to light.
Shang Mang turned his head away, his heart clenching. He laughed out loud, provoked by the words, "Unrelated people?" Meng Yingying remained silent, staring at him defiantly, her heart pounding with panic. Did he not care at all?
Their eyes met, and Shang Mang wrapped her in blood mist. Her heart was empty and silent, as if rejecting his presence and treating him as a stranger. He unconsciously began to smile. She walked cautiously, her heart pounding, neither frightened by him nor leaving him.
Shang Mang raised his hand and rubbed the skin on her neck, where there was a slight injury. He wiped it away with displeasure and said slowly, "Meng Yuan, do you know what I want to do right now?"
Meng Yingying remained frozen as he touched her: "I just want to know what happened in my past life, and whether or not I can get out of this hellish place."
Shang Mang answered irrelevantly, staring at her: "Meng Yuan, your deception skills are getting more and more sophisticated."
Meng Yingying said to him, "I was just lying to you." She gave him a slap, then a treat; Shang Mang withdrew his hand and unconsciously curled up.
Meng Yingying knew from the beginning that there was only one way to make him obey: to keep him indifferent while making him feel that she cared about him. There was no better way.
Ding-dong.
[Villainous Male Supporting Character's Favorability: 2000%] The system notification sounded, followed by: [Host, would you like to change the mission?]
Meng Yingying clicked "No" without hesitation the moment she pressed the button.
He didn't see the fleeting darkness in Shang Mang's eyes. His hypocritical smile was plastered on his pale face, which looked even more sinister in the candlelight, but he didn't seem to notice. He said, "Is getting out of here that important to you?"
...
The banquet ended, and Zhou Xiuqi and the others were about to leave when someone called them back. When they turned around, they saw a familiar face. Shou Quanli walked up to them with a solemn expression and said, "Are you all Taoists?"
Xiao Zheyu looked apologetic: "I just happened to meet them on the road, but we are not on the same path."
The two struck up a conversation. Zhou Xiuqi glanced at Xiao Zheyu, nodded in agreement, and then asked, "Does the village chief need my help?"
Shou Quanli raised his hand and said, "No rush. May I ask which Taoist temple you come from?"
Zhou Xiuqi said, "Qingyou Temple."
Shou Quanli's eyes widened in surprise: "They're actually disciples of Qingyou Temple."
Kong Fusheng rolled his eyes and said, "You're ignorant. My senior brother's demeanor is clearly that of someone from Qingyou Temple. No other minor sect or sect has such a demeanor as my senior brother."
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