Chapter 31: Equality

The sharp sound of the suona horn pierced through the eardrum like a dagger, piercing the quiet air in the alley. Feng Yushu hid between the corners of two buildings and poked her head out slightly.

In the empty street, only two rows of servants in white clothes were seen walking through the streets with scattered steps. The two leading the team were blowing trumpets, and the two at the end of the team were decorated with white flowers, scattering fine red paper flowers on both sides of the road as they walked.

In the middle of the team, four servants were carrying the four corners of the statue base. The figure soaring in posture on the lotus platform was none other than the Serpent God.

Old Master He's servants had invited the Serpent God out of the ancestral hall.

This strange scene made the already nervous Feng Feng Yushu almost scream, but thinking of Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's instructions when they separated, she tried hard to calm herself down, covering her ears with both hands, burying her face in her chest, and curling up her body without moving.

【"Don't listen to, believe, or accept anything anyone says or does..."】

【"Don't listen to, believe, or accept anything anyone says or does..."】

【"Don't listen to, believe, or accept anything anyone says or does..."】

Feng Feng Yushu muttered in her heart, not daring to move at all.

The ear-piercing sound of the suona horn was getting closer and closer. The team inviting the god walked all the way from the direction of the ancestral hall and approached the place where Feng Yushu was hiding. The feeling of being close at hand and the unease of being alone made her even more afraid.

But suddenly, for some reason, the sound of the suona horn stopped.

"Eh... eh?" Feng Feng Yushu raised her head, her tear-stained eyes secretly aiming at the street. The team inviting the god carrying the Serpent God statue didn't know when they had stopped.

A pool of bright red blood was pasted on the uneven bluestone slab. It turned out that a servant at the head of the team holding a suona horn had been tripped to the ground, falling and bleeding from his head.

"So... so that's how it is..." The doubt in Feng Feng Yushu's heart was suddenly solved: "They also violated taboos. Worshipping the Serpent God is also worshipping, and now I don't know where they are carrying the Serpent God, so their luck is very bad, and they will fall even when walking on the road..."

This kind of thought hadn't lasted long before Feng Feng Yushu shook her head desperately to completely drive away the extra thinking. She forced herself not to think about what happened on the street anymore, and forced herself to lower her head again, acting like an ostrich who didn't listen, manage, or interfere with anything. Perhaps because of luck, the timing of her ostrich burying her head in the sand was just right. Feng Feng Yushu, who was squatting on the ground with her hands around her knees, didn't see the servants who had their intestines broken by the base of the statue on the street climbing up as if nothing had happened. The team inviting the god picked up the broken Serpent God statue and placed it on the lotus platform of the base, and the off-key double-reed wind instrument sound rang out again.

Carrying the Serpent God's corpse, they continued to walk toward the He family residence.

Along the way, with red flowers and blood, the road of the team inviting the god was stumbling. They still fell from time to time, and the skin and flesh on their bodies were rubbed thinner and thinner by the sharp edges of the bluestone slabs. Sometimes they couldn't dodge in time, and a servant was hit by a plaque falling from the side of the street.

The heavy plaque cut his neck from the middle, and the round head dragging blood vessels and lymphatic tissue rolled to the corner of the wall, but the owner of this head was still shaking his head and blowing the double-reed wind instrument horn forward, but he couldn't make any sound.

After the life-urging double-reed wind instrument sound finally went far away, Feng Feng Yushu dared to look up with trembling shoulders, her round egg-shaped face full of dried tear stains.

"Is it over..." she thought cautiously.

After confirming that the strange team inviting the god had really gone far away, Feng Feng Yushu dared to relax her body slightly and lean against the wall. Her empty brain didn't think of anything, quietly waiting for Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe to end all this.

Feng Feng Yushu raised her head and looked up at the clear blue sky.

But suddenly, a man's figure blocked her and the sky: "Madam, why don't you answer the phone?"

Feng Feng Yushu screamed and fell to the ground, her limp body unable to use half a point of strength. She knew this figure that appeared silently beside her too well.

"Zhang Zhang Yangxu..." The unspeakable fear climbed onto Feng Feng Yushu's cheeks, soaking her heart in a pool of sticky swamp, resentment, struggle, unable to extricate herself.

Zhang Zhang Yangxu took a step forward, his expression sincere: "Madam, I know you suspect me, so I don't expect you to believe me immediately. What I want to say is, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe might have warned you about some things, but what he said is not necessarily completely correct."

"No, no, no... I won't listen to you, I won't listen to you, I absolutely won't believe you... I..." Feng Feng Yushu's lips trembled. She shook her head while struggling to crawl outside. Behind her, Zhang Zhang Yangxu was walking closer step by step.

He seemed to be very patient and not in a hurry at all, for fear of scaring her. Zhang Zhang Yangxu used a gentle expression and kept saying sincere words: "I don't require you to believe me, Madam. I just want you to listen to what I have to say. You don't need to believe it, just listen to it, okay?"

"No... no... don't come over..." Feng Feng Yushu's spirit was on the verge of collapse. Her eyes were scattered and her shoulders were trembling: "I absolutely don't believe you, I absolutely won't believe you..."

"You don't need to believe it, Madam. You just need to finish listening to what I have to say," Zhang Zhang Yangxu said, slowing down his voice: "This morning, when you and Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe were at the ancestral hall, you—"

Before the words were finished, a clattering sound interrupted Zhang Zhang Yangxu's narration. It was a few tiles that slipped and fell from the roof, just hitting Zhang Zhang Yangxu's head.

What was even more coincidental was that when the tiles fell on his head, the sharp corners were facing down, just like a spinning poker card inserted into a foam board. The sharp tiles directly inserted into Zhang Zhang Yangxu's undefended back of the head, piercing his brainstem.

He died.

Zhang Zhang Yangxu, who was smashed to death by the tiles, fell in front of the collapsing Feng Feng Yushu like this, but he didn't leave a corpse after he died. The blurred human shape turned into wisps of illusory smoke, making Feng Feng Yushu recognize who it was without any doubt.

"Ghost..." Feng Feng Yushu's shoulders were still trembling, but the fear in her heart had reduced by more than half: "It's Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, it must be him. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe used some method to make the ghost unlucky too..."

Although Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe was not by her side, he was still interfering with the ghost's actions through some inexplicable way. He was still protecting her. This long-lost sense of peace made Feng Feng Yushu's heart gradually stabilize, like a drowning person who had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Rules punish all existences that violate them equally, whether it is human, ghost, or god.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 32 =====

"No, no, no... I won't listen to you, I won't listen to you, I absolutely won't believe you... I..." Feng Feng Yushu's lips trembled. As she shook her head, she struggled to crawl outward, while behind her, Zhang Zhang Yangxu was stepping closer and closer.

He seemed very patient and not at all in a hurry, fearing he might scare her. With a gentle expression, Zhang Zhang Yangxu kept speaking sincere words: "I don't ask you to believe me, Lady. I only want you to listen to what I have to say. You don't need to believe it, just listen, okay?"

"No... no... don't come over..." Feng Feng Yushu's mind was on the verge of collapse. Her eyes were unfocused and her shoulders trembled incessantly: "I will never believe you, I absolutely will not believe you..."

"You don't need to believe it, Lady, you only need to finish listening to what I have to say." Zhang Zhang Yangxu slowed his voice and said: "This morning, when you and Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe were at the ancestral hall, you—"

Before he could finish, a clattering sound interrupted Zhang Zhang Yangxu's narrative. It was several roof tiles that had slipped and fallen, landing squarely on Zhang Zhang Yangxu's head.

Even more coincidentally, when the tiles fell on his head, their sharp corners were pointing downward, just like a spinning playing card sticking into a foam board. The sharp tile pierced directly into Zhang Zhang Yangxu's undefended back of the head, puncturing his brainstem.

He was dead.

Zhang Zhang Yangxu, killed by the falling tile, collapsed just like that in front of the near-collapsed Feng Feng Yushu. But the dead man left no corpse behind; the blurry human shape turned into wisps of illusory smoke, allowing Feng Feng Yushu to recognize with absolute clarity who it was.

"Ghost..." Feng Feng Yushu's shoulders were still trembling, but the fear in her heart had diminished by more than half: "It's Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, it must be him. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe used some method to make even the ghost suffer bad luck..."

Although Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe was not by her side, he was still interfering with the ghost's actions through some inexplicable way. He was still protecting her. This long-lost feeling of peace gradually settled Feng Feng Yushu's mind, like a drowning person who had grabbed a lifeline.

The rules punish all existences that violate them equally, whether they are human, ghost, or god.

(End of chapter)