Chapter 8: Lottery Draw, Space

Buzz!

Detected that you have exceeded the task completion quota. Reward: Gold Treasure Chest x1.

Anluo deliberately ran to the washroom to wash her hands, then solemnly opened the Treasure Chest.

She had spent thirty thousand yuan—if nothing good came out, she would…

Buzz!

Congratulations on obtaining a bottle of Hundred Detoxification Pills (6 pills, can neutralize a hundred poisons).

Buzz!

Congratulations on obtaining a Divine Grade Item, Space Treasure Chest (initial state: 1 cubic meter). Hurry and equip it for Zaituan~

"Wow! It's a space—a must-have for home and travel!"

After equipping it for Zaituan with one click, An Luo excitedly typed out a line:

【Zaituan, close your eyes and feel carefully. Can you see anything?】

Xiao Yu'an obediently closed his eyes, then opened his little mouth wide in surprise. He reached up and patted his little head twice.

【Fairy Sister! I see it—there's a big golden sparkling box in my head!】

The little fellow's face fell, looking completely at a loss.

【What should I do, Fairy Sister? Yu'an's head won't burst, will it?】

Seeing this message, An Luo couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This is… too cute!

【No, it won't. Yu'an, try putting your little bag into the box first.】

Yu'an pinched the little bag, thinking in his heart, "Put it in, put it in."

The next moment, his hand felt lighter—the little bag had vanished.

Yu'an:!!!

【Fairy Sister, the bag is gone!】

Cheng Old Madam, who had been secretly observing from the side:!!!

Is this the legendary Immortal Methods, Sleeve Universe?!

After screenshotting and saving the shocked Zaituan, An Luo finally continued to reply.

【No. Yu'an, look carefully inside the box—is the little bag in there?】

Yu'an closed his eyes and looked—sure enough, the bag was in the box!

How magical!

Thinking that with a space she could prepare more things for Zaituan, An Luo re-bound a new bank card to the shopping Software.

【Zaituan, Elder Sister still has things to do, so I won't chat anymore. Remember to come find Elder Sister tomorrow.】

Yu'an nodded obediently.

【Okay, Fairy Sister!】

Cheng Old Madam licked her somewhat dry, cracked lips, a hint of daze in her eyes.

"Yu'an, just now you…"

The little fellow, as if he had found a companion to share his joy and a brand-new toy, excitedly grabbed her hand.

"Great-Great Grandmother! Look!"

His tender, chubby little hand, still wrapped in bandages, opened. The next moment, a little bag appeared in his palm. Before she could react, the bag vanished again.

Cheng Old Madam blinked.

These Immortal Methods truly shocked her anew every time she witnessed them.

After the shock passed, Cheng Old Madam tightly gripped the shoulders of a certain eager little fellow, her face more solemn than ever before.

"Yu'an, the matter of being able to communicate with an Immortal, and the Immortal bestowing you divine powers—tell no one."

Yu'an tilted his little head, his round, bright eyes wide open.

"Not even Grandmother and Mother?"

Meeting those clear, bottomless eyes brimming with trust and dependence, Cheng Old Madam's heart softened. She thought for a moment, then gently smoothed his hair.

"If they don't ask, don't bring it up. If they do ask, push it onto your Great-Great Grandmother and tell them to come find me."

"Okay, Yu'an understands!"

……

Late at night, the village's screams and wails continued, but all were drowned out by the torrential rain and thunder.

On a small path outside the village, a single person braved the heavy rain, hurrying along with an umbrella. From the figure, it was a man.

If the Cheng Family or that group of Jiedai saw him, they would surely recognize him—this person was He Qiang.

He Qiang glanced back toward the village, took a deep breath, as if he could smell the stench of blood drifting from within.

"Hmph! That idiot Zhao Jiaojiao, she really thought I could be bewitched by her? If it weren't for using her, an old hag past her prime, with a body gone to ruin and stinking of sweat—I wouldn't even spare her a glance!"

He knew how disgusting it had been these past days being intimate with Zhao Jiaojiao, yet he still had to put on an utterly impatient appearance.

Once he reached the city, he would definitely go to Yixiang House, find a Flower Champion, and live it up for a few days!

"Who would have thought that little brat was actually a boy. The Cheng Family actually hid it for so long—but it's all in vain!"

Saying so, he spat, then turned around to continue on his way.

The moment he turned his head, he saw four people wearing bamboo hats standing a few meters away.

For some unknown reason, looking at those three, He Qiang felt an inexplicable creeping horror.

He silently took two steps to the side, but one of them also took two steps to the side, clearly intending to block his path.

"Who are you people? Why are you blocking me!"

The person standing in the middle flashed forward, and the next moment was right in front of He Qiang.

A slightly hoarse voice, laced with cold intent, rose up—mingled with the rain, impossible to hear clearly.

"The one here to take your life!"

He Qiang only caught a few words faintly. Before he could react, he saw a spray of fresh blood burst before his eyes.

"You…"

Then he clamped both hands over his neck, eyes bulging wide, and dropped stiff as a board into a muddy puddle on the ground.

The three behind him walked forward.

"Young General, should we go into the village to help?"

That person bent down and wiped the Dagger clean on He Qiang's clothes.

"Qiuyun has already arrived, so we don't need to show ourselves. First, make a trip to the Hede County Office. After that, you lot come back and follow in secret—I'm going to the Border Camp."

"But you're still wounded!"

That person sheathed the Dagger.

"Now that something has happened to the Cheng Family, that foolish ruler will certainly send someone to take over the border army. If he shows no mercy, then we need not spare his feelings either! The Cheng Family's peaches aren't so easy to pluck!"

This Shen Imperial Dynasty—their Cheng Family can defend it, and can also rebel against it!

……

The heavy rain poured down all night, as if trying to wash away all the blood across the village and the sins of certain people clean, but it seemed more like the heavens weeping for those innocent souls who died so tragically…

When the sky was just beginning to lighten, the rain stopped.

Cheng Qiuyun came in with red-rimmed eyes, soaked through, the blade in her hand nicked and chipped, her body covered in splotches of blood, looking utterly lost.

The guards following behind her, along with Wu Meng and the others, were in no better state.

Cheng Old Madam hurriedly called for Meng Shi and the others to ladle out the ginger soup.

The moment she stepped inside, Cheng Qiuyun threw her arms around Cheng Old Madam and began to cry.

"Grandmother! I'm so useless!"

She hated herself so much!

She couldn't protect her kin, nor could she protect those innocent commoners.

Outside, Wu Meng and Feng Shan carried over two stools and sat in a corner of the courtyard, each holding a bowl of ginger soup.

Feng Shan wiped his face, teeth clenched.

"Judging by the moves and the gear, those weren't ordinary bandits."

"Slaughter a whole village?"

"How vicious!"

"Alright, don't think too much about it."

Though he said this to console, Wu Meng's brow remained tightly furrowed the whole time.

Feng Shan downed the ginger soup in one gulp, then smashed the bowl onto the ground with a 'bang.'

"Wu! I figured this trip of ours wouldn't be easy, but I never thought the ones who'd take my life would be our own people!"

Wu Meng's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.

What else could he say?

Suddenly, a crowd arrived outside the gate. A burly man, his face smeared with blood, raised his fist and shouted.

"Someone from the Cheng Family come out!"

"It's all because of you people that the bandits came! You have to give us an explanation!"

"You have to pay with your lives for our dead kin!"