Chapter 34 034 "Last night...you took cold showers all night, didn't you..."
After rushing all the way, I finally arrived home.
As Jiang Ling'er kicked open the door, Granny Yang, hunched over and frail, collapsed. Jiang Ling'er paused, her pupils constricting sharply, and leaped forward to catch Granny Yang before she fell.
"...Aunt Yang! Aunt Yang, how are you?!"
Seeing that Granny Yang's face was pale, and that she was gripping Granny Yang's hand with trembling fingers, her lips quivering and unable to speak for a long time, Jiang Ling'er was startled. She turned around and glared angrily at the little poisoner sitting by the window, who was pouring her tea.
"We were perfectly fine when we left... Did you poison her?!"
The long, slender, jade-like fingers holding the teapot paused, and the tea spilled out.
The little poisoner raised his eyes, and the good mood that had been evident in his eyes and brows vanished instantly, a vein bulging on his forehead. He slammed the teapot down on the table, turned to the side, placed one hand on the table, tapped the surface with his fingertips, and rested his chin on his other hand, staring at her, his beautiful pupils an unfathomable black.
"Auntie, what did you say?"
Jiang Ling'er wasn't intimidated at all. She raised her voice, her almond-shaped eyes practically spitting fire: "Are you trying to poison Aunt Yang to cover up our tracks, so that neither Ji Yunshu nor Di Qing can find us anymore, right?"
"Yes, that's what I've thought about."
Seeing that the little poisoner responded quickly, Jiang Ling'er paused, her anger flaring even higher. The little poisoner, observing her expression, smirked and laughed. It stood up, strode over, knelt on one knee in front of Jiang Ling'er and the other woman, glanced at the pale, trembling, speechless Yang Da Niang in Jiang Ling'er's arms, and scoffed. It stared at Jiang Ling'er for a moment, then narrowed its eyes, its dark eyes filled with mockery, and softly asked her:
"If I really wanted to do this, I could keep it a secret for your entire life, understand?"
Jiang Ling'er paused, her eyes turning red with anger: "...You!"
With a flick of her wrist, the few strands of hair hanging in front of the little poisonous creature moved without wind. Jiang Ling'er was furious and about to strike back when Yang Da Niang's voice rang out:
"Cough...cough You, why are you arguing again? Mother is fine..."
After trembling for a long time, Aunt Yang finally grasped Jiang Ling'er's hand. The air that had been stuck in her throat dissipated, the color returned, and her speech became much clearer.
"You scared me just now. It's alright that you came back, you made such a loud noise... I'm fine, I'll be alright after a while..."
Seeing that Aunt Yang was alright, Jiang Ling'er finally breathed a sigh of relief. Recalling that it was her own recklessness that had caused this, her face stiffened, feeling a chilling, almost tangible gaze piercing through her—
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
"Hey, Anu, Dalang, what were you talking about just now... what 'poison'?"
Jiang Ling'er paused, not answering, but helping Aunt Yang up and whispering:
"Mother, it's getting late, you should go to sleep. Let me take you back to your room to rest."
Jiang Ling'er finally managed to coax Aunt Yang back into the house, and only after watching her fall asleep did she quietly slip out. It wasn't out of guilt, but rather entirely because she wanted to avoid the person outside the door. Jiang Ling'er had never been considerate in her life; she was simply trying to avoid the person outside.
She lingered in Aunt Yang's house for a long time, thinking that Little Poison should have gone back to sleep by now, but she didn't expect him to still be there, sitting by the window. The moonlight shone through the window frame and fell all over Little Poison, while the lamplight reflected on his handsome, refined face. He was fiddling with the wick of the oil lamp, not saying a word, lost in thought, as if he had become one with the boundless night.
Ultimately, she had wronged someone, and she was bound to be mocked by this kid. Jiang Ling'er initially wanted to pretend she hadn't seen it, but after taking a few steps, she couldn't help but turn around and stride up to the little poisoner, finally asking the question that had been lingering in her heart for so long:
"It was wrong of me to misunderstand you, but... but why did you spread the news that Aunt Yang was seriously ill?"
The villagers have little entertainment besides farming, and any news about them spreads like wildfire the next day.
He absolutely did it on purpose.
Upon hearing Jiang Ling'er say, "It was wrong of me to misunderstand you," the little poisoner's thin lips curled into a sarcastic smile. He scoffed lightly but said nothing more, only stating:
"Wait."
Jiang Ling'er paused for a moment, then took a step closer to him:
"Wait for what?"
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that he wasn't toying with the flame of the lamp wick with his fingertips; beneath his fingertips was a silver needle—that was…
The mouth of a green bamboo snake, the stinger of a wasp's tail.
Those were silver needles spat out by the doll. She had thought the little poisoner had thrown them away long ago, but she didn't expect him to still have them.
Little Poison Master once said that "Green Bamboo Snake Mouth" refers to Old Poison Master Gongye Chi, and "Wasp Tail Sting" refers to Huo Wu, one of the eight great assassins of the Demonic Sect.
Jiang Ling'er's long eyelashes trembled, and she exclaimed, "Could it be that you're waiting for...?"
The little poisonous creature narrowed its eyes and suddenly said:
"They're here."
The moment the words left his lips, a silver needle pierced through the lamp wick and flew swiftly, embedding itself in the window frame.
The room was plunged into darkness.
At the same time, Jiang Ling'er's ears twitched. Thanks to her daily practice of imitating Granny Yang by covering her eyes with a cloth strip to train her hearing, she had actually made some progress.
Hearing the noise coming from the roof, Jiang Ling'er used the furniture inside the house to leap onto the roof beam. This old rural house was mostly built with straw and wooden planks, and only a single layer of tiles was laid on the top of the beam. Hearing the noise, Jiang Ling'er reached out from between the tiles and grabbed the person's ankle!
They pulled it right off the roof!
The man even fell headfirst! In the darkness, the two exchanged blows several times, or rather, Jiang Ling'er unilaterally pinned him to the ground and beat him. Unexpectedly, although this man was tall, had long legs, and was quite muscular, and was a young and strong man, he only had brute strength and no skill in his moves. He was not a martial arts expert, and he wasn't even a trained martial artist.
Only after the other party stopped struggling did Jiang Ling'er turn around and tie his hands behind his back. The whole process took only half a breath.
When the lights came on, an unexpectedly youthful face was revealed.
Jiang Ling'er and the little poisoner said in unison:
"Why is it you?"
"It really was you."
The previous sentence was said by Jiang Ling'er, and the next sentence was said by Little Poison.
The person Jiang Ling'er was pinning down was none other than the boy who had helped her in the fields that day!
What was his/her name again?
Was it Yang San'er or Yang Si'er again?
Jiang Ling'er thought for a long time but couldn't remember. Perhaps because his head hit the ground, the boy she had pinned down was covered in blood, looking quite frightening. Seeing that he couldn't break free, he could only laugh and shout at Jiang Ling'er and the little poisoner, his face twisted and terrifying:
"Where's my mother?! What have you done to her?! Murder her to cover your tracks?! Hahahaha, you're finished! Who told you to impersonate me! The Demonic Cult is coming soon! Huo Wu is coming soon, none of you will escape..."
Before the boy could finish speaking, the little poisoner kicked him in the forehead, knocking him unconscious.
Jiang Ling'er said anxiously, "Hey, he didn't even say a word..."
The little poisonous creature, holding an oil lamp in one hand and a bamboo flute in the other, glanced at her sideways:
Do you want to wake up Aunt Yang?
Jiang Ling'er immediately fell silent.
Then she saw the little poisonous creature standing right in front of her, looking down at her. The warm light shining on his face could not dispel the frost between his brows and eyes. In fact, his handsome face was becoming increasingly ugly, with a faint bluish tinge.
Jiang Ling'er looked completely bewildered: "???"
The little poisonous creature sneered, finally uttering its words with haughty arrogance:
"Riding a donkey? How much longer will we have to ride on him?"
Jiang Ling'er paused, stunned.
Looking at the limp boy beneath her, and then at her own clothes, disheveled from the struggle, for some reason, everything from the haystack last night... rushed into her mind.
Seeing the man frozen in place, still straddling the boy, the little poisoner frowned, a fierce glint flashing across his face. He threw the oil lamp on the ground, extinguishing the flame and plunging the room back into darkness in an instant.
Fortunately, the clouds passed quickly, and the silvery moonlight shone through the window frame, casting a soft glow on the ground.
The little poisoner grabbed her wrist roughly, as if she were a chick, and pulled it up.
"……pain."
Hearing the person in front of him let out a soft cry of pain, the little poisonous creature paused almost imperceptibly, then let go of her hand as if discarding something dirty. It even pulled out a handkerchief from its sleeve and wiping the fingers that had just touched her wrist with a reserved yet disgusted air.
That filthy lump on the ground is dirty and smelly. If you touch that filthy lump, then you will also become dirty and smelly.
Thinking about it this way, her already bad mood worsened. The little poisonous creature rubbed its fingertips viciously, while its eyes were fixed on Jiang Ling'er, who was constantly rubbing her wrist on the other side.
He glanced at his hand; the strength was immense, and there were prominent blue veins on the back of his hand.
He actually lost control again.
The large hand slowly tightened and was placed behind his back.
He raised his eyes and stared straight at the person in front of him, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows eyeing its prey, and remained silent for a long time.
He had a bad temper, and she wasn't much better.
We should be scolding him right now, why are we remaining silent?
Were you cursing him in your heart?
"What, you're blaming me for secretly devising a plan to lure the enemy without your knowledge? You're nothing but a self-serving slave; why would I need to tell you?"
He spoke aggressively, deliberately trying to provoke her, but she remained completely unperturbed.
In the darkness, the little poisonous creature gritted its teeth, its hands clenched into fists behind its back.
Jiang Ling'er remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked him:
Will you... ever lie to me again?
The little poisoner paused, and its hands, which were behind its back, clenched tightly in an instant.
He stared intently at Jiang Ling'er, who was also hiding in the shadows, his lips pressed tightly together, and he did not answer.
He could have answered.
But when he thought about how she doubted him time and time again, did it matter what he said?
Why ask such a question?
The evil fire that had been dormant suddenly reignited, and the little poisoner steeled its heart and fell completely silent.
This is tantamount to tacit agreement.
That's just the kind of person he is. He's not like those so-called upright people who have all those bullshit "three prohibitions." He told her on the very first day that he had no taboos in his actions. Didn't she know that?
The room was deathly silent.
After waiting for a long time, Jiang Ling'er, who had been standing silently, finally moved.
She took two steps and stood right in front of the window, in front of him.
The silver moonlight bathed her.
She tilted her head and stared at the little poison creature, her brows furrowed, as if she were pondering something. For some reason, the little poison creature became somewhat nervous.
He made it so clear that she should be giving him the silent treatment.
It's not like it's the first time.
Seeing that she was still staring at him without speaking, the little poisoner finally became impatient. He stared at her, his already dark eyes becoming even more unusually dark, and his tone was fierce:
"What, is there still a problem?"
Jiang Ling'er paused, cleared her throat, and then said:
"I...I want to ask you..."
Seeing the little poisoner's handsome face as black as the bottom of a pot, and fearing he might get impatient and leave, she quickly spread her arms, stepped forward to block his path, and looked up at him, asking each word with firm conviction:
"Do you like me a little?"
The little poisonous creature was immediately taken aback and even froze, wondering if it had misheard:
"……What?"
With his hands behind his back, his fingernails dug into his flesh in an instant.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.
He laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. His deep, magnetic voice, still carrying the naivety of youth, echoed in the dark night, sounding particularly jarring.
"...Who? You're saying who likes you? I like you? How could I like you? Ha, I think you're..."
Jiang Ling'er ignored his sarcasm, stared straight into his eyes, and interrupted him:
"Last night...you took a cold shower all night, didn't you?"
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Author's Note: Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 00:37:09 on August 15, 2023 and 23:35:52 on August 21, 2023!
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