The Corpse Stitcher
Having his thoughts exposed in public, Wei Ming's face turned bright red, and he glared fiercely at Wen Zheng.
"You dare glare at me?" Wen Zheng glared back, her eyes wide.
The two glared at each other like children having a fight.
Mu Qing, who was standing to the side, glanced at Wen Zheng, then turned her gaze to Wei Ming, "You want to destroy my Dao Heart."
The affirmative tone startled Wei Ming. He knew Mu Qing's character well; he was cold and ruthless. He knew that if he wanted to destroy Mu Qing's Dao Heart, he would never let him go.
"No," Wei Ming argued, trying to find an excuse for himself: "I was just angry and said the wrong thing. Don't you believe me?"
"I don't believe you." Wen Zheng rolled her eyes and said to Mu Qing, "Don't listen to his nonsense, just do it."
Seeing Mu Qing pick up the sword, Wei Ming's expression changed, and he struggled violently: "Don't you believe me? Don't you believe this inexplicable woman?"
Wen Zheng was angered by such descriptions and was about to retort when Mu Qing's sword was faster than hers.
The Taiqing Sword swiftly sliced across Wei Ming's fragile neck, and along with the blood, Wei Ming's life vanished.
"Let's go back." Mu Qing sheathed her sword and left without looking back.
Wen Zheng glanced down at Wei Ming's unfocused pupils, then turned and left.
midnight.
In the inn, Wen Zheng came out of her room to boil some water. She had just finished drawing a table full of talismans and was so tired that her mouth was dry. To make matters worse, the water in the room was all gone.
As Wen Zheng passed through the lobby, she saw the waiter transform into a black cloud, half-floating in the air, which startled her awake.
She quickened her pace, boiled water in the kitchen, and as she passed by again, she inadvertently looked up and saw a white figure.
"Mu Qing?"
"Are you sitting here pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Upon seeing the white figure, she thought the waiter had mutated.
Mu Qing glanced at her, picked up the wine glass on the table, and gestured, "Can't sleep? Would you like some?"
Wen Zheng shook her head and refused: "No, drinking too much alcohol can cause dementia. You should drink less too."
Mu Qing gave a soft "hmm" and continued drinking her wine.
Wen Zheng carried the teapot upstairs, and halfway up, a mechanical voice sounded in her mind.
[Host, can't you see how heartbroken the Immortal Venerable is? Go and comfort him.]
"System." Wen Zheng's eyes darkened, a hint of killing intent in them as she asked, "Why haven't you shown up these past few days?"
[The signal was bad a few days ago, and I lost connection. I just reconnected. What happened? Why is the Immortal Venerable so sad?]
"I don't know," Wen Zheng lied through her teeth, carrying the teapot and walking away quickly.
[No, you need to go and comfort the Immortal Venerable right now.] the system urged.
Wen Zheng pretended not to hear, and her footsteps became faster and faster, making the wooden stairs creak.
[Aaaaaah! Host, if you don't go soon, I'm going to throw a tantrum!]
Mu Qing's original intention to drink quietly was disturbed by the footsteps of the system and Wen Zheng. She said, "Come and have a drink with me."
Wen Zheng continued walking back to her room without stopping.
If Mu Qing hadn't noticed Wen Zheng's ears twitching, she probably would have truly believed that she hadn't heard anything.
"Speaking of which, I still have some things left by my master that I was thinking of giving to you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Zheng rushed downstairs with a teapot in hand and sat down opposite him in the blink of an eye.
"Let's chat," she said, pouring water from the teapot and clinking it against Mu Qing's wine glass.
The distinctive crisp sound of porcelain clashing rang out, and Mu Qing exhaled, calming her mind from trying to deal with Wen Zheng.
Forget it, forget it. He's seen what kind of person Wen Zheng is before, there's no need to bother with her.
Mu Qing picked up her wine glass, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say. She asked dryly, "How are things going with your cultivation?"
"It's solved."
"That's good. Are there any other questions?"
"there is none left."
Listening to the human-machine-like dialogue, the system couldn't help but jump out.
[Host, you can't talk like that. You need to care about why the Immortal Venerable is sad and offer him comfort.]
"Why should I?" Wen Zheng said. "I'm not his mother. Besides, he's a grown man, can't he regulate his own emotions? Is he a giant baby?"
"Bang--"
The sound of Mu Qing slamming the table startled Wen Zheng and the system, who both looked at him. Wen Zheng frowned and asked, "Are you drunk?"
"No." Mu Qing put down her wine glass and suddenly asked, "What would you do if someone spoke ill of you?"
Wen Zheng: "That depends on that person's cultivation level."
"Lower than you."
"Then get rid of it." Wen Zheng made a gesture across her neck.
Mu Qing paused for a moment, then asked, "What if the other person is a good person?"
"That's impossible."
How do you know?
"What kind of good person would speak ill of another?"
Mu Qing was speechless, looking at Wen Zheng with a complicated expression, "Do you think you're a good person?"
Speaking of this, Wen Zheng said proudly, "Of course, don't I look like it?"
Mu Qing responded with a cold laugh.
After a brief exchange, silence returned between the two.
Wen Zheng waited quietly for a while, but Mu Qing didn't give her anything. She guessed that she had probably been tricked, and angrily picked up the teapot to go back.
The system's noisy voice echoed in Wen Zheng and Mu Qing's minds. Mu Qing, unable to bear it any longer, reached out and pressed down on the teapot, asking, "What do you think about what happened between me and my friend?"
If he doesn't bring it up again, the system won't let him get a good night's sleep tonight.
Wen Zheng pulled hard on the teapot and said, "It's too late, I'm going back to sleep."
Mu Qing sighed and took out ten high-grade spirit stones. "I'll buy your answer."
"Alright." Wen Zheng quickly accepted the spirit stones and sat down next to Mu Qing, saying, "You and your friend might need more communication and interaction..."
"Speak your mind." Mu Qing took out ten more high-grade spirit stones.
Wen Zheng's outstretched hand moved so fast it was almost a blur. "Actually, I think you're really indecisive. You managed to get him to say so much. If it were me, I would have finished him off with a single sword strike long ago."
Mu Qing's eyes turned slightly cold as she looked at Wen Zheng with displeasure, but Wen Zheng was oblivious to her and kept talking.
"The most important thing in life is to be happy. All problems that make people unhappy should be solved as quickly as possible."
"Don't judge yourself, criticize others, and firmly believe that you are right."
Mu Qing's expression grew even colder; in his eyes, Wen Zheng was no different from an evil cultivator.
Most of the thoughts of those who practice evil cultivation overlap with Wen Zheng's words: complaining about others to make themselves happy.
"What is your opinion on my friend's jealousy of me?" Mu Qing's hand, which had been hanging down, had already reached for the Taiqing Sword.
Wen Zheng: "If you're bad at the game, practice more. You can't beat them, but you talk too much."
Mu Qing gave Wen Zheng a deep look before letting her go back.
Wen Zheng smiled and picked up the teapot, quickly running back to her room. After closing the door, she drank a large glass of water to calm herself down.
That was close! If she hadn't felt a chill at her feet and glanced at them, giving a perfectly tactful answer, she probably would have been stabbed to death by Mu Qing on the spot.
But what happened to Mu Qing? Has she gone mad too?
Wen Zheng fell asleep with doubts in her heart.
In the following days, Wen Zheng stayed indoors most of the time, focusing on drawing talismans and reducing her communication with Mu Qing.
That day, Wen Zheng was practicing new talismans in her room when someone kicked the door open. The loud noise startled her so much that her hand trembled, and a talisman that was about to be completed was ruined.
"Who is it?! You come in without knocking!" Wen Zheng glared angrily.
Mu Xinxin appeared before her in a black dress, the fabric of which was completely different from when she first met her, and was very luxurious.
"Have you finished resolving everything?" Wen Zheng put down her pen and brought the person in.
"It's almost resolved. Those disobedient old fogies are all dead, and my cultivation level has increased as well." After saying this, Mu Xinxin looked at the rather shabby house and asked, "Why are you living in such a dilapidated place?"
Wen Zheng refused to discuss the reason for her improved cultivation level, poured her a cup of tea, and said, "Since it doesn't cost me any money, is there any news about the corpse-stitching craftsman I requested?"
"That's what I was about to tell you." Mu Xinxin took out a piece of paper and said, "My grandmother is the best corpse-stitching craftswoman in the entire ghost clan. I've already told her. You can go find her later."
The piece of paper she took out was a map, showing the location of the mortician. "I have something to do later, so you'll have to go by yourself."
Wen Zheng took the paper, hesitated, and said, "Your grandmother wouldn't... "
"Don't worry about that. My grandma is the best to me. She would never do anything wrong to my friend."
The assurances given by Mu Xinxin did not dispel Wen Zheng's doubts. After personally seeing Mu Xinxin off from the inn, Wen Zheng turned to look at Mu Qing's room.
We need to find a strong external help.
She knocked on Mu Qing's door and asked softly, "Senior Brother, are you free?"
Mu Qing was meditating on the bed when she opened her eyes and saw Wen Zheng standing outside the door, asking questions with great tact.
He nodded in satisfaction, finally understanding some of the rules.
Fearing that Mu Qing might suddenly stab her, Wen Zheng continued from a distance, "Mu Xinxin gave me the address of the corpse-stitching craftsman. You know my cultivation level is low, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get there. Senior brother, you'll help me, right?"
The coquettish tone made both of them feel nauseous. Mu Qing glanced coldly at Wen Zheng and agreed.
Before leaving, to prevent Mu Qing from killing her on the way, Wen Zheng greeted the senior brothers and sisters staying at the inn before following Mu Qing with peace of mind.
Along the way, Mu Qing glanced at Wen Zheng several times, then suddenly asked, "Have you been avoiding me lately?"
Wen Zheng didn't stop walking, and said with an innocent look, "Oh? Really? I've been practicing talismans lately, and I haven't gone out for a few days."
“You do,” Mu Qing affirmed. “You saw me take out the Taiqing Sword that night, right?”
"What did you say, senior brother? I don't understand." Wen Zheng asked, her face full of confusion.
Mu Qing snorted coldly at Wen Zheng's feigned ignorance and remained silent.
Wen Zheng stood still, only breathing a sigh of relief after Mu Qing walked ahead.
Mu Qingzhen has gone mad; I'd better not walk in front of him, lest he attack me.
The two arrived at the mortician's house one after the other.
An elderly woman with gray hair was resting on a piece of dead wood. Wen Zheng looked around and went up to her, asking, "Grandma, do you know where Mu Xinxin's maternal grandmother is?"
"That's me." The old woman's voice was hoarse as she looked up at Wen Zheng with empty eyes: "You're the friend Xin Xin mentioned?"
Wen Zheng was startled by the old woman's empty eyes and asked uncertainly, "I am, but Xin Xin said her grandmother was the best mortician. Are your eyes alright?"
Can someone still be a mortician even without eyes?
The old woman chuckled twice after hearing this and said, "A mortician doesn't sew with his eyes, he sews with his heart. Little girl, do you want me to sew?"
Wen Zheng glanced back at Mu Qing and whispered, "Yes, Mother-in-law, I want to sew."
Mu Qing sneered at her unnecessary actions and said, "Her meridians are damaged and need you to repair them. Can you do that?"
Wen Zheng turned her head in surprise and looked at him warily.
"Meridians? Yes, that's possible, but you probably won't be able to bear the pain of repairing them."
"Can't we use anesthetic powder?" Wen Zheng asked.
The old woman shook her head. "When I'm mending your meridians, you need to stay awake. I'll use scissors to cut open your flesh, mend your damaged meridians, and then sew up the flesh. Can you bear that?"
Hearing such horrifying words, Mu Qing looked at Wen Zheng with a cruel smile on his lips. He also wanted to know if Wen Zheng could endure it.
Wen Zheng, who was being stared at by both of them, swallowed hard. "I... I think it should be okay."
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