Chapter 330

The town head fled in panic, his shouts again frightened the townsfolk, and in a moment everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

The half water sleeve fell lightly to the ground, transforming into the figure of Mei Lin Shuang.

She came over gracefully, made a bow to us, and said, "Thank you all for your help; I, Lin Shuang, thank you here."

Li Qingying quickly said, "Tonight you helped us a great deal; you even lent silver coins to the Red Flag Child earlier, Mei Lin Shuang, we should be thanking you."

Mei Lin Shuang smiled faintly, her beautiful brows and eyes looking at me, and said, "Without Xiao Jiu Zhanggui, I couldn't have left the red coffin; without you placing the Lingchi dagger in the red coffin, I couldn't break the Yellow Immortal's seal; also, White Immortal, thank you tonight for stepping forward to stop them from reinforcing the seal."

"I will go talk to the Yellow Immortal over there." Bái Jīngmò said, "If you want to completely free yourself from the red coffin's restraint, I can help..."

Mei Lin Shuang shook her head: "I still can't leave for now; Wufu Town still needs me."

I had been observing Mei Lin Shuang's Soul Body, noticing it was somewhat faint; likely due to excessive expenditure of ghost power tonight.

I then asked, "Are you alright?"

"A bit tired." Mei Lin Shuang said, "It's fine; I'll return to the red coffin and rest for two days to recover."

Bái Jīngmò raised her hand, and a small porcelain bottle lay in her palm: "Take it; it will benefit you."

Mei Lin Shuang received the small porcelain bottle, treating it as a precious treasure, thanked again, and then with a flick of her body she vanished.

She returned to the red coffin.

I looked at Bái Jīngmò, the corners of my mouth turning up: "You're quite good at caring for people, aren't you?"

Bái Jīngmò gave me a sideways glance: "I didn't expect you could still laugh now; have you cleaned up the mess at the Dang Pu?"

"Huh? You're paying so much attention to me?" I leaned over, flattering, "When you help me separate the remnant soul essence, also give me some strong tonic to bolster my body; I've been working hard all day and feel like I've aged several years."

Bái Jīngmò was practically speechless: "Jingmo always praises you for being steady and restrained in courage, but I really can't see any steadiness or restraint in you; you're just a rascal and scoundrel."

After saying that, she left with Bái Jīngmò.

I watched her retreating back and gave a foolish hehe laugh.

Not being a rascal and scoundrel at all, how could one possibly capture you, this tsundere ghost?

After surviving that perilous night, we only went to sleep when dawn was approaching.

I slept until noon before waking up; opening my eyes, I saw Liu Junyan sitting at the desk, holding a brush, eyes fixed on a blank sheet of paper spread out, pondering something.

Sunlight streamed through the window, slanting across his body; behind him, another shadow stood straight, looking much more substantial than before.

Over at the Nan Shu Fang, they seemed to be installing a new door; I faintly heard Li Qingying urging the craftsman to keep it as quiet as possible.

The door installer was trying to sell her a security door, saying wooden doors aren't sturdy, and our Dang Pu goes through doors too quickly……

This moment gave me the illusion of peaceful tranquility.

I had even begun to daydream that, once all this is over, our big family living together would be so comfortable and carefree.

As soon as I moved, Liu Junyan looked over, and that shadow vanished.

He put down the brush, strode over; as I sat up and stretched, he had already sat on the bedside, reaching out to tuck my stray hair behind my ear: "Did you get enough sleep? Are you hungry?"

His narrow eyes held a languid smile; the amber irises were edged with a more conspicuous golden ring, full of noble bearing.

I also laughed.

Just seeing him makes my mood naturally improve.

"You slept soundly." I asked, "When did you come back? I didn't hear a thing."

"I came back after four." Liu Junyan said, "Last night's events, Qingying told me all about them; Xiao Jiu, good deeds bring good rewards—you are a person blessed with fortune."

My smile widened as I wrapped my arms around his neck; Liu Junyan, taking the opportunity, lifted my waist and pulled me into his embrace, I pouted, "Is this the management technique of a good leader? You're flattering me too much."

Liu Junyan kissed my forehead, eyes full of sincerity: "I'm speaking the truth."

Leaning against his chest, I asked, "How are the preparations for the underground tower coming along?"

"Mo Qiong handles things very reliably, you can rest assured." Liu Junyan said, "Once we're done with this period, give him a vacation; he's really exhausted this time."

I nodded straight away: "I'll also give Qingying sister a day off."

We just leaned there like that, chatting for a good while before I got up to wash up.

The pot had been keeping breakfast warm, but I woke up late, so I made a single meal that combined breakfast and lunch.

Having eaten and drunk my fill, I was just about to take a stroll to digest when news came from outside: last night, a few more people died in Wufu Town, all mysteriously suffocated; after death their bodies shrank by a size, and the thinner ones collapsed straight into desiccated husks.

Rumors spread like wildfire, and for a time everyone felt endangered.

Actually, the residents of Wufu Town have strong resilience; after all, they've weathered many storms over the years—zombies, flayed corpses, and such—even if they haven't seen them with their own eyes, they've heard plenty about them.

Previously, the Dang Pu and the Five Blessings Immortals bore the brunt; as long as they kept their doors shut and didn't meddle in others' affairs, fires generally didn't reach them, and they just went on living as usual.

But this time is different.

This time the fire started on their own bodies, and everyone fears it will spread to themselves.

Even more absurd, Liang Chao, that big-mouthed pork seller at the market, went around bragging that his great-grandfather's skin effigy had entered the Dang Pu, boasting of how he'd narrowly escaped disaster; this caused the whole populace of Wufu Town to be on high alert, having them dig out mouse holes to see if any skin effigies were hidden.

Indeed, amid the uproar, several households actually found skin effigies; they all brought them to the Dang Pu during daylight, when the effigies pose little threat, demanding we take them.

I originally didn't want to accept them, after all these skin effigies have more or less absorbed the blood and essence of relatives, making unified management difficult.

Initially I accepted Liang Chao's great-grandfather's skin effigy intending to put it to use, which is why I needed to ask Jiang Si Que for help with the clandestine embroidery.

For these skin effigies now, the best course is still to destroy them outright; the Dang Pu can help, though it's a bit troublesome.

But Jiang Si Que, who was resting at home, and Jin Wuya, far away in Lingnan, both called, asking me to set aside a few skin effigies for them, saying they're scarce goods they could use.

I just gritted my teeth and accepted them all as ordered.

That same evening, Jiang Si Que rushed over again, exchanging goods for those few skin effigies, gathering them in his room to carry out clandestine embroidery suppression.

At night, I and Li Qingying guarded the Dang Pu, and it remained peaceful until three in the morning.

It seems Mei Lin Shuang's power is still considerable; at least Chen Ping hasn't yet recovered his wits enough to devise a countermeasure.

But just as we were about to close up and go to sleep, Dou Jin Suo rushed in, panting, hand pressed to his chest, gasping heavily; after a while he steadied his breath, flustered and exclaimed, "No good, the Yellow... Yellow Immortal has died!"

Everyone present was startled.

I instinctively asked, "Was it the White Immortal who killed him?"

Bái Sōnglán said, she will go find the Yellow Immortal to discuss the matter of Méilín Shuāng.

They've been at an impasse lately; I'm worried Bái Sōnglán might slip up...

Dòu Jīnsuǒ shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, it has nothing to do with the White Immortal; it's an internal strife within the Yellow Immortal clan, killed by a junior..."