Chapter 70: To Prevent Future Trouble

Liu Guanjia sighed, then comforted him: "Lucky Guest Chu is truly a man of deep feeling; if Lucky Guest Shi has a spirit in heaven, he will surely protect you."

"Come, quickly put on this coat. It is cold on the lake at night, do not catch a chill." Having said this, Liu Guanjia took off the fur robe he was wearing and draped it over Yang Xiao.

Following suit, another elderly man in the residence who appeared to have quite a high status also took off his own overcoat and draped it over Kuang Hongyi.

Besides this, a person who looked like a servant held a large tray in their hands, and on the tray was another fur overcoat; this one naturally fell into the hands of Su Tingting.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiao understood clearly: this Liu Guanjia had never expected that three people would return. The Feng Family had only prepared one overcoat for protection against the cold, which was left for Shi Dali—the one on the servant's tray—while Liu Guanjia and the other old man taking off their coats was purely an improvised reaction.

After exchanging a few polite words, Su Tingting made an excuse of feeling dizzy, and the three of them returned to their rooms to rest first. Not long after they sat down, a servant came to deliver medicine, along with some simple food and hot tea.

"Mr. Chu, I will help you change your dressing." Su Tingting unwrapped the hastily bandaged wound on Yang Xiao's left hand, disinfected it with wine, applied medicinal herbs, and then bandaged it again with clean cloth brought by the servant.

Kuang Hongyi waited patiently for Su Tingting to finish bandaging Yang Xiao, then coughed quite deliberately a few times and shook his injured hand, but Su Tingting did not notice at all, as she was busy telling Yang Xiao about the things she had experienced on the boat, becoming more excited as she spoke.

In the end, it was Yang Xiao who noticed; he feigned surprise and stared at Kuang Hongyi's hand, his tone rising: "Brother Kuang, how did your hand get so badly injured?"

"Cough, cough, it's nothing, just a small injury... a small injury." Kuang Hongyi shook his hand nonchalantly, looking completely unconcerned.

"Mr. Chu, listen to me first. Where was I just now? Right, right, that male Paper Person... that male Paper Person was the strangest one, the sword on his back..."

Kuang Hongyi: "... Fine, fine, fine, I shouldn't be in the room, I should be at the bottom of the lake."

In the end, it was only when Yang Xiao took the initiative to bring it up that Su Tingting noticed Kuang Hongyi's injured hand, and then, while chatting away with Yang Xiao, she distracted herself to clean Kuang Hongyi's wound.

The final application of medicine and bandaging was clearly not done with much care; Yang Xiao's left hand wound was tied with a pretty butterfly knot, while when Kuang Hongyi lifted his own left hand, it was simply a rice dumpling.

After speaking for a long time, Su Tingting finally calmed down and began to worry about their current situation: "Although we solved Shi Dali, the Feng Family and Shi Dali are in the same boat; will they... will they retaliate against us?"

Kuang Hongyi gave a cold snort: "No. Shi Dali was merely a chess piece in their hands. In other words, whether Shi Dali survived or we survived, it makes no difference to the Feng Family. You need to ponder what the Feng Family wants."

"They... they just want the Second Young Mistress to survive!" Su Tingting understood instantly.

"Correct, so their goal for tonight was achieved. Shi Dali died in place of the Second Young Mistress, and the Feng Family's last bloodline was preserved. Why would he retaliate against us?" Kuang Hongyi sipped his hot tea with composure; having finished off Shi Dali, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In a good mood, Kuang Hongyi was also willing to offer Su Tingting some guidance: "Now that the investigation is mostly done, tomorrow morning we will rush to the Soul Suppressing Pagoda to bring Chun Jie's belongings to her daughter's side. I think the mission will be over, and we can go home."

"But before that, we must not reveal a single thing to the Feng Family, including Chun Jie's true identity. Let them stay confused; they aren't good things anyway."

"Neither the Feng Family nor the Bai Troupe are good things; this is all retribution," Kuang Hongyi added after thinking for a moment.

"Brother Kuang is right. Before that, we must not let the Feng Family see any flaws. To put it bluntly, the reason we are still alive now is because we are still useful. Master Feng wants to use us to deal with who they think is 'Xi Yao'. Once they are certain the crisis has passed, they will definitely try every means to get rid of the three of us, killing us to silence us and prevent future trouble." Yang Xiao understood the Feng Family's methods too well; they were the type to eat people without spitting out the bones.

The clues were mostly gathered, and there was no point in chatting further, so the three of them seized the time to rest. That night, Yang Xiao slept exceptionally well.

Early the next morning, the three of them used the excuse of looking for clues to leave the residence, took a carriage out of the city, and headed straight toward the Soul Suppressing Pagoda.

But this time was different from before; it wasn't just their one carriage. The Feng Family had arranged another carriage to follow them, under the pretext that there were many refugees nearby and they were protecting their safety.

The people in the other carriage were all burly Martial Masters from the residence; counting the driver, there were four in total. As the carriage moved, there was a clanging sound inside the cabin, clearly indicating they were carrying weapons.

Halfway there, taking advantage of a stop to relieve himself, Yang Xiao strolled over to the vicinity of the carriage behind and struck up a conversation with the lead Martial Master. The Martial Master bent his waist and wore a face full of smiles, his attitude surprisingly good, calling him "Master Lucky" at every turn; one could not imagine how respectful he was.

The more he acted like this, the less confident Yang Xiao felt, and he couldn't help but probe: "By the way, Brother Zhao, look at us Lucky Guests, we've suffered greatly working on this matter. Seven of us came, and now only three are left. This matter cannot just end like this."

The Martial Master who called himself Zhao kept a smiling face: "That is because you, Master Lucky, are blessed with great fortune. As far as I know, my master is very satisfied. Once this matter is finished, he intends to host a banquet for the three of you at the most famous Kuixing Pavilion in the city to properly thank you."

"Heh, a single meal of wine is enough to dismiss us?" Yang Xiao showed dissatisfaction. "Why do we risk our lives doing this work? Isn't it for a bit of silver? I'm telling you, the price previously set won't do. Now it must at least double, otherwise, we'll turn back right now!"

"Done! Doubling it is fine, it's all up to you, as long as the three Masters Lucky get the job done." Martial Master Zhao still had that smiling face, his attitude becoming even more respectful.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but reveal a secret joy after his scheme succeeded; he shook his clothes and returned laughing. But once he was back in the carriage, his expression turned icy cold. The situation was already clear: Master Feng intended to make a move on them.

The silver to hire Lucky Guests was not a small sum. How could a Martial Master dare to promise such a large expenditure on behalf of his master without reason? The only reason Yang Xiao could think of was that no matter the amount, they never intended to pay it anyway. Once the matter was resolved, these Martial Masters would slaughter the three of them; with the people dead, the silver naturally wouldn't need to be paid.

Kuang Hongyi and Su Tingting naturally knew the severity of this; they had thought the Feng Family would make a move on them, but they hadn't expected it to be so urgent.

Less than half an incense stick of time later, the carriage slowed to a stop, and the driver's shout immediately rang out: "Three Masters Lucky, we have arrived!"