"You didn't ask for it!" Jiang Chen said angrily, "If you hadn't caused trouble, we would have brought Mrs. Jia back long ago..."
Chiyang waved his palm to interrupt him, met the eyes of the girl in green clothes, and said seriously: "Thanks to the girl being there, Demon Sword Ding Qing has some scruples, so let us go. You deserve these five hundred taels." of."
The girl in green clothes didn't seem to know what shame was, and immediately went a step further and said: "Since I saved your life, are these five hundred taels a little short? Calculate the worth of you, the number one expert in Xiliao City, two thousand taels. It’s not even enough for me!”
"Hey, don't go too far!" Jiang Chen said angrily.
Chiyang's expression was calm: "If five hundred taels is not enough, then how much do you want?"
"Then I have to make a careful calculation, your life, and Brother Chen's life..." The green-clad girl's eyes drifted to Jiang Chen's face, "If it is measured by silver notes, it seems a bit contemptuous. So, How about I just let Brother Chen accompany me for a few days, wait on me and serve me, serve me tea and pour water, and treat it as repaying the favor of saving my life?"
Jiang Chen said: "Don't even think about it! There's no way!"
"Haha, I knew you would say that. I originally wanted to give you a blessing..." The girl in green clothes shook her head and turned to leave.
"I do not care!"
"You don't know how to cherish the opportunity that comes to me..." With a faint sigh, the girl in green clothes gradually moved away.
Jiang Chen looked at her back, and suddenly remembered the blood marks on his arms, and couldn't help but ask: "The twelve-hour curse doesn't count, right?"
"Curse? Who cursed you? That's really an eye-opener!" The girl in green clothes didn't look back, but Jiang Chen could imagine the mocking smile on her lips.
Jiang Chen asked anxiously: "Isn't it your fault?"
"Of course not. I won't play such low-level and boring tricks. Wouldn't it be more fun to do it yourself?"
Jiang Chen's heart suddenly became awe-inspiring, and a chill ran through his body.
He always thought that the girl in green clothes was the one who caused the bloody mark on his arm, so as long as he watched out for her, he would be fine.
But now the girl in green clothes denied it, and the situation suddenly became weird.
Jiang Chen believed that the "Peach Blossom Assassin" would not lie and deceive him, but if it wasn't her, who would it be?
There isn't much time left before the twelve-hour deadline, right?
Chiyang looked at the figure of the girl in green clothes who was about to disappear at the entrance of the alley, and said solemnly: "I hope the girl will abide by the promise of the bet."
"Don't worry..." The figure of the girl in green clothes was completely invisible, and only two words floated in the wind.
Jiang Chen also looked at the alley for a long time before saying, "Ding Qing won't give up. Do we ignore Mrs. Jia?"
He didn't really care about Mrs. Jia's safety, he just wanted to find a reason to continue to follow Chiyang, hoping to use Chiyang's strong blood to eliminate the curse.
The blood marks on his arms were still aching, and Jiang Chen had a premonition that tonight was destined to be an uneventful night.
——If the Peach Blossom Assassin hadn't lied, the female ghost who was willing to marry in a dark way would probably come to your door tonight!
It's getting late now, the Yang Qi in the world has faded, and it's too late to find trouble with the female ghost. The only way to change positions is to find another way.
If this young hero follows Chi Yang every step of the way, he can't disappear out of nowhere in front of Chi Yang, right?
After waiting for a while, without hearing Chiyang's answer, Jiang Chen turned around and looked. Chiyang's face was dark and silent against the west slanting sunlight, like a solidified stone sculpture.
After a long time, Chi Yang slowly spoke: "Those corpses in the cave were all 'guests' invited by Madam Jia. She killed them cruelly and deserves to be punished."
Jiang Chen's lips moved, wanting to say something, but they closed them again.
Chi Yang was right. Regardless of the household affairs between Mrs. Jia, Fourth Master Jia, and Miss Gan, the dozens of corpses in the cave were real human lives. In terms of ruthlessness and ruthlessness, I am afraid that the Peach Blossom Assassin cannot compare with Mrs. Jia.
This young hero accepted Fourth Master Jia's commission and brought Mrs. Jia back to Jia's house safely. Now that the commission has been completed, as for the grievances between the sisters, Miss Gan and Mrs. Jia, let them settle their grievances slowly.
It's just that I have to think of another excuse to continue to stay by Chiyang's side.
…
The sun is setting.
In the back garden of Jia's house, there are exotic flowers and fragrant fragrance. Although the mistress has been absent recently, the servants still manage the place exquisitely and elegantly.
Mrs. Jia turned her back to the setting sun, looking at the waves of flowers swaying in the evening breeze, and was lost in thought.
After being a monster for a whole month, he suddenly returned to the human world and became the high-ranking mistress of the Jia family again. It suddenly seemed like a dream...
Mrs. Jia's scattered thoughts were interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps.
She didn't look back, and asked in her usual condescending and cold tone: "Have you found the whereabouts of my sister?"
"No." The person behind him replied.
Mrs. Jia was not surprised. How could she not know about her sister's persistence and forbearance.
She sighed and asked, "How will Qingming Palace respond?"
"I haven't seen anyone from Qingming Palace..."
"Trash! What's going on?" Mrs. Jia turned around angrily and glared at the person behind her. Suddenly she saw the person's face clearly. She took two steps back and said with a change of color, "You, you... why are you here?"
The person standing three steps in front of her at this moment was not the servant she sent out, but the woman in black whom she had met in the jungle at noon - the magic sword Ding Qing!
"How about it? I imitated Xiaohong's tone of voice. Isn't it so similar that even you didn't hear it?" Ding Qing's face under the scarf seemed to be smiling, her eyes slightly narrowed, "Madam, you are indeed very mistress-like. With your majesty, no wonder Xiaohong is so scared of you that she refuses to reveal your secret."
"You...you intercepted Xiaohong?" Mrs. Jia looked around, secretly looking for a way out.
"Yes, otherwise the person waiting for me here now would not be you, madam, but the Archmage of Qingming Palace."
As Ding Qing spoke, her eyes wandered over Mrs. Jia's body, as if looking for a place to start.
"You shouldn't come here!" After a brief surprise, Mrs. Jia's expression returned to calmness, "I have a very good relationship with the Great Master Mo Le from the Qingming Palace in the Western Liao Dynasty. He will definitely meet me when he hears the news that I have returned home. Come to visit, maybe he is already outside the door now."
Ding Qing blinked: "You are reminding me to be clean and leave no traces. Then, let me choose a very ordinary and unremarkable posture for you."
Mrs. Jia took two steps back, her tone more panicked and less majestic: "Uncle Fu is dead. No one will pay you. There is no point in killing me."
"Can't dead people pay?" Ding Qing chuckled a few times, "Mrs. Jia, you don't know anything about your old housekeeper!"
Mrs. Jia's face turned pale and her voice trembled slightly: "How much will Uncle Fu give you? How much nectar will I give you? I will pay three times! No, five times!"
"It's too late." Ding Qing shook his head, "He is already dead, and I can't refund him anymore."
Mrs. Jia stepped back and reached for her arms, but her movements froze midway.
At some point, a red blood spot appeared on her slender, snow-white neck. It was originally just a tiny spot, but as the blood gurgled out, it gradually stained a large area of snow-white skin.
Her body fell down weakly, and there was a roaring sound in her throat. She still couldn't believe that such a noble status and such a beautiful life had come to an abrupt end.
Mingming has just woken up from the nightmare of turning into a monster, and his new life with Mr. Jia is about to start again, but he has to fall into another nightmare...
Will there be time to wake up from the next nightmare?
…
"Lao Chi! Lao Chi!"
There were shouts in the distance, and a tall and thin figure trotted up to Chi Yang.
"I've been looking for you for a long time, but I haven't seen you anywhere!" The young man in black attire gasped, "The head of the regiment is looking for you... It's urgent, Miss Gao wants to see you!"
"Miss Gao?" Chiyang rubbed his chin in confusion, "A new customer?"
"Yes, she is the daughter of Qu Yougao's family. She must meet you before she will officially hire us!"
Chiyang's face moved slightly: "The young lady of the Gao family is a high-ranking figure, with many experts around her, right? What did she hire us for?"
"She wants to go to the Netherworld Forest." The young man in black waved his hand, "You will know the specific situation when we get back. Let's leave quickly. The head of the group coaxed her to stay after having to talk a lot. Don't keep them waiting!"
Just as Chi Yang took a step, he remembered something again and turned to look at Jiang Chen: "Xiao Jiang, are you interested in coming to sit with our Two Wolf Hunting Group?"
"Of course I do!" Jiang Chen wished he could never leave Chi Yang's side.
"Hahaha, feel good!" Chiyang put his palm on his shoulder, "Let's go, my brother will buy you a drink!"
In fact, even if there was no curse, Jiang Chen would still be willing to make friends with this forthright and righteous man.
However, the young man in black, He Wen, was very surprised and had been inquiring about Jiang Chen's origins all the way - after all, although Chiyang had many good relationships, he rarely led people to hunting groups. There must be something extraordinary about this kid if he can be favored by Chiyang.
