Chapter 69

Joy, a completely ordinary emotion, but on Feng Baobao Zhou Shuo felt it strangely beyond compare; this girl—well, perhaps calling her a girl is somewhat inappropriate—her appearance has been like this since twelve years ago, I don't know exactly how many years she's lived, but since I met her her emotions have never fluctuated.

Hmm! The iron hoe stuck in the ground paused slightly; the girl lifted her head a little, through the messy hair on her forehead she gazed somewhat blankly at the guy carrying back the mineral water—happy?

Mm! Zhou Shuo, seeing the somewhat bewildered gaze behind her messy hair, couldn't help but raise his head; this girl seems not to even know what happiness feels like, right?

Perhaps it's because Zhang Chulan is about to come over and find me. The girl lowered her head again, jabbing the iron hoe into the ground, then scooped up a handful of soil and scattered it; although she doesn't know what happiness feels like, she can roughly imagine what it refers to, and also understands why she feels that way.

Your past? Oh, I forgot—you have amnesia. Zhou Shuo watched the girl concentrating on digging the pit, recalling the introduction on Baidu, feeling a bit dazed in his heart; the mystery surrounding this girl seems no less than the Jia Shen Rebellion, perhaps even greater.

How do you know I have amnesia? The girl dug the pit half-shallow, then instead of scooping soil she quickly loosened the soil at the bottom, cutting the whole patch into chunks, then bit by bit chopped them with the hoe.

What are you doing? Hmm, why bring water here? To prevent thirst? Zhou Shuo watched the girl's actions, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly; this is a very neat method of loosening soil in farm work.

This guy, his kung fu is superb—it's Taiji; that kind of force can break free from the dry soil's restraint, so I bury him with water and mud; thus the wet soil can relieve the force on his body, preventing him from escaping, and it should also be very comfortable. The girl pointed at the fallen young Daoist; her serious explanation made Zhou Shuo's brow jump—so bringing water was for this—damn, feels so professional!

You're doing this so Zhang Chulan can smoothly advance to the finals, right? Zhou Shuo didn't question the girl's method; seeing her point at Wang Ye, he suddenly recalled that this guy's next match seems to be against Zhang Chulan, and Zhang Chulan is the one responsible for retrieving her memory; linking the two, Zhang Chulan must become a Celestial Master to help her recover her memory.

No mistake, I'm here to be Zhang Chulan's cleaner; after Xu Shishi passes, Zhang Chulan will be the Celestial Master, and I'll sweep away anyone blocking him. The girl nodded repeatedly, directly admitting Zhou Shuo's guess.

Then this little thing of yours might not be able to hold him. Zhou Shuo saw the girl admit without denial, looking at the pit already filled with fine soil, he slightly raised his eyebrows.

? The girl raised her head in response, her clear, shining eyes looking at Zhou Shuo, her plain face filled with the three characters "why".

He can do more than just Taiji; there are also spells. Zhou Shuo glanced sideways at the Daoist who had fainted on the ground, saliva seemingly dripping from the corner of his mouth, bluntly selling him out; the method of burying someone in wet mud can indeed dispel Taiji force, but this Daoist is not merely a martial artist—he's also a spellcaster.

Spells? The girl's eyes lifted slightly, indicating she didn't understand.

Simple—if you bury him, he might not even need to move a finger; the earth could carry him out to escape, or even stay underground and directly swim away via earth evasion. Zhou Shuo looked at the puzzled girl, gave a vivid description, manipulating the Five Elements is the simplest spell.

Like the Earth-Escape Technique, then what should we do? Feng Baobao could understand; Earth-Escape Technique is a method used by extraordinary persons to travel through soil underground, and spellcasters can achieve this with spells, some innate or acquired extraordinary persons can also do it, to varying degrees.

As for divination, I've just started too—I have no idea! Zhou Shuo spread his hands; I simply lack the ability.

Then we need to think of a way—uh, there is—I just thought of something called the Seal Origin Needle; if we block his Ren and Du meridians, could he still use that spell? A lightbulb lit up on the girl's head, then she asked Zhou Shuo.

Do you have a Seal Origin Needle? Zhou Shuo was slightly surprised—do extraordinary persons even have such a thing? Blocking the Ren and Du meridians, obstructing the flow of qi, theoretically can seal extraordinary persons, but would it work on a spellcaster? Especially since this spellcaster also knows the Wind Lord's Wonder Gate from the Eight Extraordinary Skills; the Eight Extraordinary Skills are definitely beyond ordinary people.

None! The girl directly shook her head.

Then that's nonsense. Zhou Shuo rolled his eyes; without anything, how can we carry it out?

But we have to think of a way! Feng Baobao looked at the Daoist on the ground, tilted her head, her disheveled hair hanging sideways and covering part of her face and eyes.

Or how about this: while he's unconscious, we put him in the pit, then keep watching—if he wakes up, we knock him out; if he wakes up, we knock him out again—until before tomorrow's match ends, we don't let him wake up. Zhou Shuo looked at the girl's steady gaze and tried to offer an idea.

Hmm, sounds good, we can give it a try. Feng Baobao smashed her fist into her palm, eyes glaring to indicate she could try it.

Saying it, doing it—Feng Baobao lowered her head, first checked Wang Ye's condition, made sure he wouldn't wake soon, then picked up the mineral water bottle Zhou Shuo had carried, quickly unscrewed the cap, then glug-glug poured it into the pit she'd dug, and used the iron hoe to stir the water, soil, and mud.

Thoroughly, definitely thorough. Zhou Shuo watched the girl skillfully handling the good mud, then shoveling it scoop by scoop, couldn't help but his eye twitched.

Clang-clang, the mud was stirred evenly, then scooped out with the iron hoe and piled to one side; Zhou Shuo's eyelids twitched at first, but seeing the girl earnestly mixing and shoveling mud, burying someone meticulously, he couldn't help but feel a bit unaccustomed—does she really trust herself that much?

Hey, Feng Baobao, may I ask you something? Zhou Shuo, seeing the girl fully focused, couldn't help but speak up.

Speak up! Feng Baobao glanced at the scrawny, rough-featured guy, shoveling the dirt from the pit pile by pile.

Zhang Huaiyi, you killed him, right? Zhou Shuo glanced sideways, took a quick look at the underground Wang Ye—his breathing had just paused for a moment.

…… The iron hoe scooping mud paused slightly; the ever-calm girl lifted her head—she was like a wide river, seemingly forever tranquil, yet beneath the surface hidden currents would always flash.

That old man—I killed him; he passed the Old Farmer Skill to me and told me to pass it on to that kid Zhang Chulan. The girl tilted her head, scratching her chin with her index finger.

So he willingly died at your hands—have you told Zhang Chulan about this? Zhou Shuo looked at the girl, his eyes narrowing involuntarily; this girl seemed to have lied, but the thought vanished instantly, for if she were a river with unseen undercurrents, her waters were clear and pure, with no emotional fluctuation, acting on instinct—she shouldn't be the type to lie.

No, the brat didn't allow it, but I've already given the Old Farmer Skill to him. The girl shook her head.

You seem to have no guard against me at all? Zhou Shuo looked at the girl shaking her head while speaking plainly, feeling somewhat unable to accept—how could there be such a person in this world?

On guard? The girl tilted her head, several question marks appearing on her forehead.

It's just why you answer my questions like this. Zhou Shuo looked at the girl with a bewildered face, substituting an easier-to-understand description: this girl sometimes acts in a way that makes adults only able to look up, and sometimes seems like a child, her mind so simple it's hard to meet her gaze.

Isn't it because you're asking me? The girl wore an expression of incomprehension, and gave Zhou Shuo an irrefutable reason: she's merely answering the questions.

…… Zhou Shuo stared straight into the girl's eyes, her clear, shining gaze devoid of fluctuation, yet he somehow found it hard to meet her eyes, averting his gaze—this feeling was like having deceived a child out of their lollipop.

Well then, keep going—the mud's about to set. Zhou Shuo, finding it a bit hard to look her in the eye, casually changed the subject.

Okay. The girl answered with just one word, then went over to the young Daoist lying sideways nearby.

Hey, hey, sis, what are you doing? Bro, you… The young Daoist could no longer pretend, opened his eyes to see the shadow enveloping him, his plea for help to Zhou Shuo unfinished, when he felt a sudden pain in the back of his neck and his consciousness plunged into darkness again.

"You're really direct!" Zhou Shuo looked at him, without hesitation, directly pinched Wang Ye's sister unconscious, and couldn't help but his eyebrow twitched.

"It wasn't you who told me, this kid is formidable, can't let him stay awake!" The girl dragged the person into the pit, spread her hands, and said solemnly, she's just following procedure.

"Efficient." Zhou Shuo looked at the solemn girl, couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth; this girl's mind is terrifyingly simple, and she also has a terrifying intuition, naturally knowing how to avoid misfortune and seek fortune.

In a few quick moves, the knocked-out Daoist was completely smeared with mud in the pit, only his head exposed outside; perhaps because the mud mixed with water is denser, after the last shovelful of mud was filled in, the yellow-faced Daoist buried there immediately woke up, but before he could speak, the girl reached out and pinched his neck, his eyes rolled up and he fainted again.

After knocking out the mud-smeared Daoist in the pit, the girl raised an iron shovel, pat-pat, wildly patted the wet ground, tamping and smoothing the mud, doing it with utmost seriousness; suddenly a buzzing vibration sounded, followed immediately by the prelude of a phone ringtone's suona.

"The sun rises hey yo hey, the heavens and earth are vast hey yo hey, at the foot of the green mountains the water winds and winds, twisting and turning eighteen..." With the suona prelude, a cheerful Sichuan folk song rang out, then abruptly stopped; the girl pressed the answer key and then spoke directly.

"Hey, rest assured, that kid's been dealt with by me—tossed into the pit and filled in."

"Well then, Sister Bao, you've worked hard, you've worked hard!" The voice on the phone was slightly delayed, then a burst of laughter; Zhou Shuo could tell it was Zhang Chulan's voice, hehehaha.

"No problem, then tomorrow before the match, I'll stay here, watching this kid, he's a bit fierce, and also..." The girl blinked, scratched her chin, gaze slightly lowered, lips murmuring, unable to continue, or perhaps unable to speak; Zhou Shuo standing nearby could roughly guess she wanted to ask Zhang Chulan to help her find her memory, but because of a blank past, she didn't know how to start.

"Well then, Sister Bao, what about your match tomorrow?" On the other end of the phone, Zhang Chulan was slightly surprised; he needs to advance to the finals, there's still a semifinal round, and Feng Baobao also has a match tomorrow.

"No problem, tomorrow I'll have my match after yours; when you finish your match, give me a call, I'll rush over." The girl instantly came up with the arrangement.