After all that commotion, it's already getting dark. Shouldn't we deal with this villain, wash up, and rest?
I probably won't be able to concentrate on memorizing texts or practicing calligraphy before bed tonight, let alone martial arts.
"Brother Quan, can you help me see if this guy is going to die anytime soon?" Hong Xiaoduo kicked the person lying on the ground beside her with her toe.
Quan Jinghuai didn't even need to check before replying, "No."
Upon hearing this, Hong Xiaoduo nodded, took out a small porcelain bottle from the pouch at her waist, removed the stopper, and poured it into the mouth of the person lying down.
"What, what are you going to do?" Lying there, he was weak and powerless. He wanted to dodge but couldn't. Hong Xiaoduo roughly pinched his chin, and the liquid in the porcelain bottle went into his mouth. He didn't want to swallow it, but he had no choice.
The liquid enters the mouth, carrying a rich aroma of wine.
The person lying down understood her intention and was worried that the effects of the medicine in his body would wear off and he would lose his strength.
Quan Jinghuai, Tian Shu, and the others still couldn't guess why she was keeping this villain alive. Was it because she didn't want him to die easily? Or did she want to torture him a little more?
Hong Xiaoduo calmly put the empty porcelain bottle back into her purse, knowing she would need it again later, emphasizing that she wouldn't waste anything.
Feiyan snapped out of her daze, took the lantern, lit it, and hung it up.
With the lantern hanging up, the person lying on the ground became much clearer. His body was covered in footprints, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his nose was deformed because of a broken nasal bone, and there was blood on his mouth and nose. He looked quite pitiful.
But no one felt guilty, sympathetic, or thought their own behavior was too cruel.
Compared to what this person did to the seven of them, it's not even the tip of the iceberg.
"The moon is bright and the wind is gentle tonight, and we're in such a good mood, why go to bed so early? Let me tell you a story." Hong Xiaoduo said with a smile, as she stepped forward, grabbed the collar of the person on the ground, lifted the person up by the waist, hooked a chair behind the person's back, and made him lean back in a sitting position.
Then, he pulled up a chair and sat down opposite the person.
"Great! Time to hear a story!" Yao Guang happily moved her little stool over and sat down next to Hong Xiaoduo, but then asked, puzzled, "Mom, why do we have to let this big bad guy hear the story?"
"Yes, why?" Quan Jinghuai and the other disciples looked at Hong Xiaoduo with the same puzzlement.
Quan Jinghuai, Tian Shu, Tian Xuan, and Tian Ji all knew that Hong Xiaoduo would never do this without a reason, but they just couldn't guess the specific reason.
Equally puzzled was the man with multiple fractures, sitting on the floor leaning against a chair. He struggled to open his swollen eyelids and peered through the cracks at the woman sitting opposite him, wondering what she wanted to do.
"Because it's this big bad guy, it reminds me of a story," Hong Xiaoduo told Yaoguang with a smile.
There is a folk legend that there were once two sworn brothers, one named Xie Bi'an and the other named Fan Wujiu. They were poor but diligent and studious, and they went through many difficult days together.
One day, the two agreed to go out and play together, but the weather turned bad and it suddenly started to rain heavily. Xie Bi'an told Fan Wujiu to wait under the bridge while he went home to get an umbrella.
Because of the rain, the road was difficult to travel on, so by the time Xie Bi'an returned with the umbrella, the river had already risen, and Fan Wujiu had already drowned.
Overwhelmed with grief and self-blame, Xie Bi'an felt responsible for his brother's death and hanged himself on the bridge. Later, the King of Hell learned of their story and, moved by their deep affection, appointed them as underworld officials, bestowing upon them the titles of Black and White Impermanence, to serve together.
Their deaths were unjust and touching, but I felt that they were both stubborn.
Hiding under the bridge, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, the water level is definitely going to rise, why not go ashore and wait? Getting wet won't kill you.
He drowned because he didn't want to break his promise and was afraid that his good brother wouldn't be able to find him when he returned.
In fact, these two people in the legend were good people when they were alive, and after they died, they were two loyal ghost messengers. One was responsible for capturing the souls of evil people, and the other was responsible for guiding the souls of good people.
There's also a folk saying: "Xie Bi'an, if you thank the gods, you will surely be safe! Fan Wujiu, those who break the law are beyond redemption." Unlike the Black and White Impermanence figures in the martial arts world today, who are just two scoundrels.
At this point, Hong Xiaoduo paused, stood up, and slowly walked to the person sitting on the ground. She leaned slightly forward and spoke softly, but her question exploded like a firecracker in everyone's ears: "You are not Black Impermanence. You are just disguised as him, and you have his voice. Then who are you? Let me guess, you are White Impermanence?"
The person who was straining to keep their eyes open immediately had their pupils shrink upon hearing this. How did she know?
"You, you're talking nonsense. I am Hei Wuchang, the one who has been raising them for many years."
Hong Xiaoduo clearly sensed the panic in the other person's words, and raised her eyebrows triumphantly. She hadn't expected herself to be so clever!
"Don't get angry yet. Could you please explain to me why you, as the Black Impermanence, are carrying a white mourning staff? Isn't that a bit illogical?"
Upon hearing her words, Quan Jinghuai and the others hurriedly looked at the object on the ground beside them. It was a white thing that looked like a feather duster that Hong Xiaoduo had removed from the man after he drank the spiked wine. Was this what they called a mourning stick?
I never saw this thing around when I was with a bad person.
The person in front of me looks exactly like the villain, even has the same voice. Isn't that villain?
"I don't understand what you're saying." After saying this, the person sitting on the ground looked away, intending not to look at the person in front of them.
But out of the corner of his eye, he sensed a flash of cold light, which startled him. He looked at her again and saw that she had a dagger in her hand, which she was brandishing near her face.
"Are you going to ask me what I'm doing again? I'll tell you the answer: I'm looking for flaws in your disguise. Oh, here you are." Hong Xiaoduo squinted and found it near the other person's ear.
There was no need for a dagger. With a fingernail, she gently picked at the rough edge, then pinched the raised edge and slowly tore it towards the other side of his face. After the fake skin was torn off, a smooth, somewhat handsome, yet somewhat effeminate face was revealed.
Huh? It really is a fake! Tian Shu and the others were dumbfounded.
Quan Jinghuai was startled; he hadn't even noticed that the man had disguised himself!
"The real Black Impermanence is already dead, right?" Noticing the disappointment on the children's faces after they learned that the person in front of them was not the villain, Hong Xiaoduo quickly got straight to the point.
The woman with the effeminate appearance frowned at Hong Xiaoduo: "You, you found out a long time ago, didn't you? When?" As soon as she heard the woman's original voice, Hong Xiaoduo frowned. Not only did she have an effeminate appearance, but she also spoke in a very effeminate tone.
Hong Xiaoduo nodded: "It's not too early, at least I didn't notice when I first saw you. When exactly was it? Oh, I remember, it was when you picked up the wine jug and started drinking."
"You, then you still called on them to attack me and take revenge...?"
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