Chapter 60
Chapter Sixty
Shou Quan stroked his beard, a clear smile in his eyes, and said, "I was mistaken." Zhou Xiuqi glanced at Kong Fusheng, whose eyes were wide with arrogance. When they met each other's gaze, Kong Fusheng seemed a little guilty. Zhou Xiuqi looked away and gently shook his head: "We should thank you for letting us stay the night."
Shouquan shook his head and retorted, "Hey, there's no need to say that. You've come all the way from Lin'an, so I should treat you well. Especially since you're Taoists, you should be treated even better." He smiled and extended a hand, "Please follow me, everyone. There are two empty rooms in my house, which should be enough for you to stay in."
Zhou Xiuqi didn't say much, but a slight smile played on his lips as he gestured, "Lead the way." Shouquanli understood; Taoists usually followed behind others so they could check on them in case of danger. Shouquanli stepped forward with his hands behind his back, and Zhou Xiuqi followed behind him. Xiao Zheyu wanted to get closer to observe Shouquanli, so she quickened her pace to his side. Zhou Xiuqi glanced sideways, and a strand of her hair brushed past his hand. He turned his head and unconsciously touched his hand.
Shou Quan walked with a straight and powerful gait, his stance very stable, clearly indicating he was a martial artist. Xiao Zheyu stared at his feet; ordinary people wouldn't let someone they'd just met walk behind them. It wasn't just a matter of etiquette; he must possess a certain level of martial skill to dare entrust his back to someone so confidently. Xiao Zheyu habitually rubbed the back of his hand, feeling the rough calluses.
Her countless contacts had made this place unstable, yet strangely reassuring. No longer controlled by others, no longer needing their protection—thinking this, her gaze fell on Shouquan's neck. She wondered how many stabs he could withstand.
Each of them had their own thoughts. Shouquanli led them into the same room as where Meng Yingying and the others had stayed before, with no changes to the decorations. Shouquanli turned around, a look of sorrow in his eyes: "This room used to be where my wife lived. I've never let anyone else live here. Those..." His brows furrowed and relaxed, and he stopped speaking.
His expression changed quickly, and he gave a wry smile: "Since you are all Taoists, this room is for you." Mentioning his painful past, he became somewhat dejected and didn't want to talk to them anymore. He waved and left the room. After he left, the group looked around the room, but couldn't see anything amiss.
Xiao Zheyu felt a little dizzy. She rested her hands on the table, rubbed her fingertips together, and blew on them. Dust floated in the air, blurring her vision. Xiao Zheyu closed her eyes, raised her hand to rub them, and Zhou Xiuqi, who had been watching her, reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling it away. Xiao Zheyu squinted at him with one eye: "What are you doing?"
Zhou Xiuqi leaned down and got close to her, a cool breeze blowing around her eyes.
Xiao Zheyu was taken aback by her actions and paused for a moment.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly; it was just dust. Xiao Zheyu didn't understand his actions, but she moved her wrist and pulled it out. Her expression was calm: "It's just a little dust."
Zhou Xiuqi didn't say much, just nodded slightly: "I apologize for the offense."
Xiao Zheyu thought to herself, "Judging from your expression, you don't seem to feel offended at all." She didn't say it aloud; there was no need.
"Senior brother." Meng Yingying's voice came.
The group turned around and saw a familiar face. Kong Fusheng immediately bristled: "You little devil, you've been haunting Senior Meng all this time!" He spoke loudly.
Shang Mang touched his earlobe, making a clinking sound, and raised his eyebrows: "Shout louder, let everyone here know that I am the Ghost Child."
"You don't need to die."
Meng Yingying turned around and glared at him. Shang Mang curled his lip, turned his head away, and said the truth. These people here knew he was a traitor, yet they still dared to attack; he would make them all be utterly destroyed, one by one.
Why was she glaring at him? It was clearly her junior brother who started it.
Kong Fusheng rarely got angry, but when he did, his face would turn bright red, and a surge of anger would rush to his head, making him dizzy. He raised his voice and retorted, "Who's afraid of death? Let them die! We Taoists have never been afraid of death. You're the one who should die!" As soon as he said that, the dizziness in his head disappeared. He stared wide-eyed, panting heavily.
Meng Yingying frowned as she looked at him.
The air grew quiet, save for Kong Fusheng's panting. He backed away, feeling terrified of the place; he would never utter a word. Fear was evident under Meng Yingying's gaze as he shrank deeper and deeper into the corner.
control.
Kong Fusheng has been taken into custody.
An idea flashed through Meng Yingying's mind. She lifted her foot and walked towards Kong Fusheng, but before she could touch him, Shang Mang stepped aside and approached her. Confused by his actions, she could only back away until her back bumped against the door. Shang Mang chuckled softly, and under her suspicious gaze, turned around and walked to stand in front of Kong Fusheng.
Kong Fusheng couldn't control the hatred that welled up in his eyes when he saw him; this hatred didn't originate from his heart, but from his mind. It was a constant, ever-present reminder.
He shook his head and bit his lip tightly.
Shang Mang stretched out his hand, and a wisp of blood mist flowed from his fingertips and seeped into his forehead.
Kong Fusheng cried out in pain and bent over to squat down.
Meng Yingying leaned against the door, not moving. She didn't approach because she wanted to see just how much Shang Mang knew about this world. Seeing the blood mist from his fingertips enter Kong Fusheng's body, she quietly observed Zhou Xiuqi's expression. He remained expressionless and made no move. She withdrew her gaze, unaware that Xiao Zheyu, standing beside her, had seen her expression clearly.
Kong Fusheng squatted down, his head throbbing with pain. At this moment, Zhou Xiuqi walked up to him, squatted down, and placed two fingers on his forehead, channeling his magic power into him. Kong Fusheng gradually relaxed his brow.
To them, this oddity seemed like a mere interlude. Meng Yingying's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, her suspicions growing heavier, weighing heavily on her heart. It made her feel anxious, and she kept scratching the back of her hand.
The grip tightened, and before the stinging pain could reach her, a pair of hands covered hers, preventing her from continuing. She looked up, and Xiao Zheyu looked at her with a complicated expression: "Calm down."
She looked at her very seriously; Xiao Zheyu's eyes were like ice, a piece of ice that was melting.
Meng Yingying stopped scratching, but couldn't control her inner anxiety. She didn't know why her personality had become so irritable since coming here. Xiao Zheyu withdrew his hand, and Meng Yingying grabbed her wrist.
Zhou Xiuqi stood up and said, "The resentment here is heavy; it's easy for it to enter one's body. Let him rest for a while." His gaze casually fell on Meng Yingying, who no longer concealed her curiosity but pressed, "Is it really resentment?"
Zhou Xiuqi replied calmly, "Yes."
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