Chapter 57

Li Banfeng slashed the pendulum into Rong Jin'an's head.

Rong Jin'an lay on the ground, his body twitching violently.

Li Banfeng had long known he wasn't dead; although Rong Jin'an acted very realistically, Li Banfeng could sense danger from him.

The reason he brought him back to the Suishenju was to please the house spirit.

It couldn't really be called a house spirit; Li Banfeng still couldn't call out her name.

Let's just call her "lady" for now.

The lady said the food was always not fresh, and Li Banfeng felt very ashamed.

Sss, sss~

The phonograph moved.

Clang, clang~

The phonograph had been waiting for a long time: "Husband~~ you truly cherish your little slave, bringing back such fresh delicacies."

Li Banfeng nodded: "Please enjoy your meal, lady."

"Thank you, husband~"

A burst of steam wrapped around Rong Jin'an, and Rong Jin'an's body shook even more violently.

Slurp~ slurp~

Li Banfeng seemed to hear the sound of slurping noodles; he didn't know what the phonograph was slurping.

Only Rong Jin'an knew.

At this moment, the phonograph was swallowing his soul bit by bit; the feeling was like someone using a knife to cut his skin and flesh one knife at a time.

He wanted to be freed quickly, but he couldn't die for a while.

Amidst extreme pain, Rong Jin'an actually thought of Qin Xiaopang, who wanted to die but couldn't.

While the lady was slurping the soul, Li Banfeng continued to observe Rong Jin'an's wound.

Why isn't the wound bleeding?

After looking for a moment, Li Banfeng understood; the wound was bleeding, but as soon as the blood flowed out, it was swallowed by the pendulum, so he couldn't see the bloodstains.

The pendulum can suck blood.

Using a blood-sucking knife, plus Luo Yuni's pendulum, refined a blood-sucking pendulum.

Li Banfeng looked at the copper lotus: "Why go to so much trouble?"

The copper lotus didn't make a sound.

Li Banfeng pulled the pendulum out of Rong Jin'an's skull.

The pendulum, having sucked its fill of fresh blood, changed from bright silver to copper-red; Li Banfeng touched it and didn't feel anything special.

There was a small screw under the pendulum for adjusting the length of the swing; Li Banfeng saw the screw at the end of the pendulum, seemingly about to fall off at any moment, so he tightened it twice.

With this tightening, golden grease gushed out from the pendulum; most of it sprayed onto the ground, and some sprayed onto the phonograph.

The lady, who was originally slurping the soul, immediately stopped.

She swallowed the remaining half of the soul in one gulp, then beat a slow rhythm and sang softly: "Husband, do you know that this floor full of oil stains is not easy to clean?"

The lyrics were gentle, but carried a hint of murderous intent.

Hearing this, Li Banfeng picked up the mop in the room and began to mop the floor.

The phonograph sang again: "Husband, and may I ask how to clean this filth on my body?"

Hearing this, Li Banfeng used a mop to wipe the phonograph's machine box.

"Husband, is it appropriate to use a mop to clean me?"

The murderous intent in the lyrics was even heavier.

Li Banfeng threw away the mop, brought a handkerchief, and carefully wiped the machine box for the lady.

The phonograph sang: "Husband, that bitch Red Lotus created a weapon for you, but didn't tell you how to use it; this is not taking you, husband, seriously. If you don't teach her a lesson, may I ask where the family rules are?"

Li Banfeng turned his head to look at the copper lotus and shouted angrily: "What you did is wrong!"

The copper lotus opened its petals, looking very ashamed, swallowed Rong Jin'an's corpse, and then closed its petals.

"She knows she was wrong!" Li Banfeng continued to wipe the machine box.

"Husband has worked hard; household chores are trivial, let the little slave handle them." The lady's anger subsided; a burst of steam drifted over, and the oil stains on the ground and the machine box disappeared, falling into a bucket of water along with the steam.

After cleaning up, the phonograph said again: "Husband, bring that weapon here, let the little slave hear what she said."

Said?

Can the pendulum talk?

Li Banfeng placed the pendulum beside the phonograph.

The phonograph and the pendulum seemed to be communicating, but Li Banfeng couldn't hear anything at all.

After a while, a burst of steam burned the pendulum until it was bright red.

The phonograph beat a steady rhythm and sternly reprimanded the pendulum: "Good bitch, when asked a question, answer properly, and you still dare to talk back!"

The pendulum was really talking to the phonograph, but Li Banfeng couldn't hear it.

After a few more minutes, the phonograph sang slowly: "Husband, put this bitch away; from now on, call her 'Blood-Containing'."

Blood-Containing?

Does this name have any special meaning?

"Can she suck blood?" Li Banfeng didn't quite understand, "Then what's the difference from that short blade before?"

Clang, clang~ The phonograph responded: "She can suck blood and spray people; after sucking an oil cultivator's blood, she can spray oil; after sucking a smoke cultivator's blood, she can spray smoke."

"What about sucking a wine cultivator's blood?"

"Can spray wine."

"What about sucking a food cultivator's blood?"

"Can spray blood."

"What's the use of spraying blood?"

"This use is huge; the blood of a food cultivator can heal wounds, the blood of a residential cultivator can remove toxins, the blood of a traveling cultivator can make legs and feet nimble, and the blood of a joy cultivator can let husband gallop wantonly between the sheets~~ Oh my~~"

Li Banfeng suddenly realized that this Blood-Containing pendulum could not only spray others, but also spray himself.

Good weapon, truly a good weapon.

Li Banfeng hurriedly put the pendulum away and wanted to ask more things, but the phonograph's fire extinguished and there was no sound.

Eat and sleep; the lady's life is very regular.

Li Banfeng was also a bit tired and lay on the bed, stretching comfortably.

This trip to the old lady's house was very rewarding!

The only problem is that I don't know what the red elixirs are used for now.

Ask the lady?

The lady is asleep.

Should have asked that word cultivator before; she reads a lot and should have some understanding of elixir knowledge.

What was her name again?

Xiao Yeci and her daughter Lu Chunying stood at the doorway of the He family's old residence, hesitating to enter.

Such a large house, the courtyard was empty, and there wasn't even anyone watching the door.

The western-style building was pitch black, and they didn't know if there was anyone inside. Xiao Yeci said to Lu Chunying: "Daughter, don't be afraid, follow Mom."

Lu Chunying thought for a moment and said: "Mom, I still believe what that person said; we can't go in here."

"If we don't go here, where should we go? We came to Yaowanggou, isn't it to find your sister?

We don't have much money left; if we keep dragging this out, we'll have to sleep on the street!"

The two wandered in front of the door for a while, determined to walk into the house.

"Daughter, follow Mom, don't be afraid; it was your sister who wrote to call us here, what do we have to be afraid of!"

The two had just entered the fence gate when there was some light on the pitch-black western-style building.

The light came from the second floor; it was a candle flame.

Lu Xiaolan, thin as a stick, holding a candle, stood by the window on the second floor, waving at the mother and daughter.

"Come here, come here~"

Lu Xiaolan didn't know who these two were.

She didn't know them, she hadn't written to them, she didn't know why she had a younger sister she had been separated from for many years, she didn't know why this mother and daughter had come to the He family's old residence.

Except for Li Banfeng, she couldn't contact anyone.

But this didn't matter; as long as someone came, it was fine.

As long as someone came to be a substitute, it was fine.

"Come here, come here~" Lu Xiaolan called out anxiously.

Xiao Yeci seemed to hear Lu Xiaolan's voice, but couldn't be sure if it was Lu Xiaolan who made the sound.

"Daughter, is this person your sister?"

Lu Chunying shook her head: "I don't think she looks like her."

Xiao Yeci thought for a moment and asked again: "Didn't you say you've never seen your sister?"

"I haven't seen her," Lu Chunying looked at the thin Lu Xiaolan and shuddered, "but I feel she just doesn't look like her."

Xiao Yeci pursed her lips: "Since she doesn't look like her, let's go; it's so late, it's not good to disturb others."

"Then where are we going?" Lu Chunying was also somewhat lost, "Are we really going to sleep on the street?"

Xiao Yeci thought for a long time: "Isn't there still Steward Qiu? Let's go find him and discuss where to go."

Lu Chunying was in a dilemma: "We don't even know who Steward Qiu is; why would he recognize me?"

Xiao Yeci looked at Lu Xiaolan in the western-style building and swallowed: "You don't know who Lu Xiaolan is either; let's just go find Steward Qiu and try our luck."

As they spoke, Lu Xiaolan tapped the window forcefully, seemingly urging them to hurry in.

"Let's go." Xiao Yeci pulled Lu Chunying's hand and quickly left the He family's old residence.

PS: Dear readers, have a happy weekend!

(End of chapter)