Chapter 1135: Ancient Academy Records, Lots of Fun 22

The two thieves had only been suspicious just now, but Si Ning's words amounted to directly sentencing them to death.

The little thief knelt on the ground, almost bowing his head to his own grave.

"We're already dead..."

Si Ning slowly poured a cup of tea, was about to drink when she noticed something odd inside, turned her wrist and put it back on the table, gesturing for the big thief to sit down.

The big thief dared not move, even though he suspected he had become a ghost, he still instinctively felt afraid.

Si Ning curled her lips, "In life a good-for-nothing, in death still a useless ghost, hopeless."

"What did you say! I'm no good-for-nothing!"

The big thief was provoked by those words, raised the porcelain cup and gulped it down, not forgetting to grab the little thief to drink together.

After drinking the tea, the two calmed down considerably, gazing at the female ghost before them, wanting to cry but no tears; no wonder they saw ghosts in daytime—it turns out they were dead.

It's also unclear which is more despairing.

Si Ning continued to provoke, "If you don't remember the cause of death... when the underworld officials come looking for people, you won't be able to reincarnate."

"You can only spend your lifetime trapped here, keeping each other company with your lonely graves."

Her voice was cold and secluded, her tone light, yet it inexplicably inspired fear.

"Cause of death... what is our cause of death?"

The two thieves could only start from the beginning to figure it out.

Little thief: "Boss, when we went to the North Wind Kingdom, weren't we captured by the Eldest Prince... Could it be that we were already dead then?"

Having accepted that he had become a ghost, the little thief calmed down entirely, still seeking the cause: "It must be like this... otherwise, otherwise how could the Eldest Prince later treat us so well and give us so much money, all for the sake of Jin Chen's whereabouts?"

Si Ning lowered her gaze slightly and continued, "Who is this person, and why are they pursuing the whereabouts?"

The little thief sighed deeply, "The Young Master of the Divine Pavilion... also, one look and you're clearly a lady from the inner chambers; it's normal not to know him."

"The Eldest Prince said it, the Young Master of the Divine Pavilion poses a great threat to the competition; if he truly helps the Heavenly Mystery Kingdom, he must be killed to eliminate future trouble!"

In the cramped space behind the rear gate, Xie Yuancheng frowned angrily and muttered, "The North Wind Eldest Prince has no brains."

"If he had brains, he surely wouldn't kill you but would try to win you over."

Jin Chen: "He knows I harbor hatred, won't be swayed; killing is the most direct method."

Outside, the little thief continued to chatter like spilling beans, "I was wondering earlier—he's actually the Young Master of the Divine Pavilion; even if the Eldest Prince said he was seriously injured, we couldn't kill him! Turns out everything was just a dream, sigh."

Xie Yuancheng startled, immediately turned to look at Jin Chen, his voice low but still unable to hide his nervousness.

"You're seriously injured? When did that happen."

Jin Chen instinctively touched his chest, then lightly placed his hand on Xie Yuancheng's shoulder, "It's fine, already much better."

I had wanted to play up my misery, but seeing the little Crown Prince's worried, tense expression, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

"Rest assured, I will definitely help you get revenge in this competition!" Xie Yuancheng patted his chest in assurance, his delicate face tense and solemn, "I haven't even bullied you yet—how could I let others bully you."

The protective little Crown Prince is adorable no matter how you look at him.

Jin Chen's eyes brimmed with smiles as he embraced him from behind, a soft voice sounded near Xie Yuancheng's ear, "Yuancheng actually cares about me this much."

Hearing his tone of startled favor, Xie Yuancheng replied awkwardly, "Anyway, you're not allowed to die; I am the Crown Prince, you must obey me."

"As you command." Jin Chen rested his chin on his shoulder and replied softly.

Xie Yuancheng thought he was a bit sad, lowered his eyes to look at the hand resting on his waist, and lightly patted it.

This person... isn't as carefree as he appears on the surface.

It makes one's heart ache.

{Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 40! }

"What kind of injury did you suffer? How much better is 'much better'?"

Xie Yuancheng leaned back to look at him, still uneasy, he pursed his lips and said, "Otherwise I could secretly have the dark guards bring an imperial physician; the imperial physicians in the palace are very capable."

"No need."

Jin Chen held him and gently swayed, his tone cheerful, "I've already recovered, just... the scar looks a bit ugly."

It's truly ugly.

Only then did Xie Yuancheng relax, humming twice, "Alright."

At this moment outside, Si Ning's idle chatter was nearly over, and the drug's effect should be taking hold.

She Youyou left, the two thieves did want to ask where she was going, but dared not speak due to the overly strange atmosphere.

Moreover, they didn't realize that at least six or seven people were staring at them inside the room at that moment.

Having witnessed the drug's effect firsthand, Jin Chen finally understood just how potent the so-called 'Heaven and earth both bloom, Grinning vomit powder' really was.

The two thieves vomited and defecated at the same time, occasionally pulling out their bodies to laugh twice, their nails incessantly scratching their bodies, digging out blood without stopping, as if they wanted to dig out two chunks of flesh to be satisfied.

The crowd witnessing this scene: "... Eek!"

Jin Chen had observed enough; his sleeve dagger shot out and pierced straight through the body.

The two thieves, after enduring endless torment, finally were able to die.

Finally, the one responsible for cleanup, Wan Zhou, emerged from behind the door panel, pinched his nose, and scraped with an iron shovel, mixing the two thieves and the soil together, then dumped them into the cart used for transporting firewood.

"All done!"

Wan Zhou looked at Jin Chen and the other who came out of the secret door, brushed off the dust on his hands, and asked, "If the people of the North Wind Kingdom learn of your whereabouts, could it be that someone leaked the information?"

"We might as well strike first!"

The others hiding in the dark all came in to discuss, and upon counting discovered that the number of people was short.

"Si Ning just went out... Ting Yang, where did Ting Yang go?" Lan Wushang asked.

"Oh no, he's still in the well pretending to be a zombie!"

Xie Beiyao startled, only then remembering this matter.

"The well opening is too small; he estimates he can't climb out."

However, just then.

The courtyard's Main Gate was pushed open again.

Lao Fuzi and General Song's vision went dark, and they stood there dazed.

It got dark!

General Song thought it was a hallucination from his drinking, shouting, "What is blocking this general's eyes!"

He walked forward, bumping into the glowing face of a paper figure, and got so scared he let out a drunken hiccup.

Just as he turned around, Tingyang slowly finally crawled out of the well opening, still wearing the zombie costume; seeing the two masters, he was also stunned, then grimaced embarrassedly.

General Song: "..."

He took a deep breath, frightened to the point of dizziness and blurred vision.

This scene was all too familiar; Lao Fuzi quickly realized it was those kids causing trouble again. Watching the embarrassed General Song, he stroked his beard and gave a small smile without a word, then silently left the courtyard.

Sining, who was guarding the gate, opened the door for him.

Seeing her cold face, Lao Fuzi: "..."

Actually, there was no need to be so polite.

The elderly Lao Fuzi shuffled away, his steps noticeably quicker.