Chapter 329: Swinging, Swinging

Undoubtedly, Fu Wan fell in love with Zhao Zixun again.

I'm not even sure whether Fu Wan's condition is selective amnesia, or whether, during the process of her soul recondensing, she selectively abandoned that painful experience.

I hope it's the latter.

The love story of Fu Wan and Zhao Zixun has stabbed me twice.

I don't want to be stabbed a third time.

Just thinking about if one day Fu Wan recalls that painful experience, after falling in love with Zhao Zixun again, how would she face everything that happened before?

Fu Wan and the Mystic Cat returned to the west room.

Li Qingying sighed silently and began cleaning the Nan Shu Fang.

The Nan Shu Fang was in utter disarray, the door and threshold shattered, the air reeking of a foul bloody stench and rotten odor.

Li Qingying was full of anger, the clothes rack still trembling, I saw her flare up, lift the black cloth, and swing the broom at that human-skin figurine twice.

She didn't use much force, but that human-skin figurine had already been frightened tonight; now it curled into a ball, wrinkled and pathetic, looking rather pitiful.

I grabbed a broom to help clean, but Li Qingying drove me out: "Go, go, go, go to sleep, it reeks, this corpse smell on you won't wash off even with three scrubs of sulfur soap, I can handle it alone."

I returned to my room, also a bit tired, but I didn't want to wash up and sleep.

I retrieved the thing I had dug out from the small stream earlier, which Zhao Zixun had entrusted the Red Flag Child to pass on to Fu Wan.

A blood letter, a postage stamp, and a silver ring.

These are all testimonies of the love between Zhao Zixun and Fu Wan.

They were only one step away from blissful happiness.

Yet that single step was like a heavenly chasm, separating them for a hundred years.

Fu Wan had only just recondensed not long ago, and I hadn't even decided whether to give these things to her so she could face Zhao Zixun.

Now another change has occurred; what should we do with these things?

Should we return them to Zhao Zixun?

No.

Zhao Zixun has always been somewhat unable to face Fu Wan; if we now return these items to him and tell him of her condition, I estimate he would immediately destroy them, then completely distance himself from Fu Wan, allowing her to be reborn.

Whatever we do seems wrong.

After thinking, I decided to rewrap them, stuff them into a rawhide bag, and place them in a hidden compartment.

Let's wait a bit longer.

I have always believed that true love can overcome myriad difficulties.

They, after winding around, will surely eventually be able to be together.

Hasn't the little spark of love taken root and sprouted again?

I'll just wait!

I had just finished tidying up when Li Qingying called from outside: "Xiao Jiu, something happened, come out quickly to see what's going on."

My heart gave a jolt, and I sprinted out.

Li Qingying was standing on the street looking east.

At that moment I saw many townsfolk rising, all converging toward a certain direction.

I glanced at the time; it was just past three a. m.

The opera blaring from the loudspeaker had stopped.

"Close the door, let's follow and see."

Li Qingying promptly responded.

We followed for a stretch and discovered everyone was heading toward the Wufu Town Town Hall.

That makes sense.

With the loudspeaker acting up like tonight, surely no one in town can sleep?

After the incident, who wouldn't want to come over to investigate?

I immediately quickened my pace, hurrying toward the Town Hall.

I feared that if I was late, Meilin Shuang would come to harm.

Do I still not know who the town mayor is?

He buried that red coffin under the stage, having set up a formation array to suppress it; he intends to seal Meilin Shuang!

Meilin Shuang can break the seal and play a role at the critical moment because I had Li Qingying secretly slip the Lingchi dagger into the red coffin.

Now that the secret is out, the town mayor will undoubtedly seal Meilin Shuang again.

But when we arrived at the Town Hall, we found someone driving the townsfolk away.

The townsfolk were all cordoned off outside the Town Hall, unable to enter at all.

Yet even outside, we still heard the arguing from inside the Town Hall; I faintly made it out, and it sounded like Bai Shulan's voice.

Just then someone called to me: "Xiao Jiu, how did you come here?"

Bai Jingmo strode over, waved his hand, and had people let me and Li Qingying inside.

Li Qingying dislikes Bai Jingmo; upon seeing him, she lifts her chin, her eyes nearly rolling to the sky.

I asked: "What is the town mayor arguing with your Immortal Clan about?"

Bai Jingmo said softly: "The opera in the loudspeaker tonight arose because of your pawnshop, right? The town mayor wants to repress the red coffin again, and my Immortal Clan came to stop it, so we started arguing."

I exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't the Yellow Immortal supposed to take your White Immortal as its leader?"

"The two have been feuding lately," Bai Jingmo said. "The Yellow Immortal says my Immortal Clan betrayed their agreement, that it's petty conduct."

So that's how it is.

Bai Shulan could be reaccepted by the pawnshop because she herself did no evil; her greatest mistake was letting the White Immortal Hall go unchecked, allowing her subordinates to do wrong, and she will also pay the price for that.

But the Yellow Immortal is different—he truly has committed countless evils!

During these years that Bái Sōnglán has lived in seclusion in Qinling, the Yellow Immortal has been consorting with the White Immortal, having committed who knows how many misdeeds; he himself knows there is no way for him to return to the ranks of the Five Blessings Immortals.

Originally, with Bái Sōnglán by their side, they could have founded their own sect.

Now Bái Sōnglán has pulled back at the cliff, leaving him alone—how could he not be worried?

If the Yellow Immortal falls from power, the first to be implicated will be the Town Mayor's family.

In the midst of speaking, we have already entered the Assembly Hall.

The Town Mayor indeed had a dark face and a stiff neck, looking utterly unwilling to accept defeat.

Seeing me come in, he instinctively shrank his neck.

I hate the Town Mayor.

Someone like him, at least in this little Wufu Town, has forces behind him that are deeply entrenched; trying to discipline him through proper channels is somewhat difficult.

Moreover, I cannot openly kill people.

All these reasons have made him arrogant to this very day.

Thinking this, I feel a stifling anger in my chest, and my gaze toward him is hostile.

The Town Mayor, guilty as a thief, upon meeting my gaze like that of a man-eater, instinctively stepped back a few paces, but he didn't notice that just above and not far behind him, half a water sleeve hung in midair, swaying……

The Town Mayor suddenly raised his hand, pointing at me and shouting: "It's you! All this is your doing! You……"

Before he could finish his shout, that half water sleeve suddenly swooped over, wrapped tightly around his neck, and with a violent upward jerk, hoisted the Town Mayor into the air.

The ceiling of the Assembly Hall was already high, and the water sleeve coiled around the Town Mayor kept pulling him upward without cease.

The Town Mayor struggled desperately; the more he struggled, the tighter the noose grew. At first he could still make gagging sounds from his throat, but later even his leg kicks became feeble.

I and Bái Sōnglán kept straight faces, while Li Qingying was somewhat excited, even wanting to clap and cheer.

Bái Jīngmò, however, worriedly said: "Surely we won't really cause a death, will we?"

No sooner had he spoken than the water sleeve was already plummeting rapidly.

With a boom, the Town Mayor crashed hard to the ground, both hands clutching his neck, gasping heavily while looking in terror at the half water sleeve still swaying in midair.

After a while he finally caught his breath, propped himself up and stumbled out the door.

As he ran, he shouted: "Ghosts! It's haunted……"