Capítulo 1447: Chapter 911: Tusks Erging (Part 2)
Li Jiujiu felt that this chanical puppet could not possibly originate from Shifang City.
She hesitated for a mont, but still used her sword to lift the servant’s shirt, searching with her eyes and discovering a Seven-petal Frost Flower mark under his ribs.
It was the unique mark of Shifang City!
Li Jiujiu was shocked and couldn’t understand how a puppet from Shifang City could appear in Yundu Villa.
For a while, she didn’t know whom to discuss this matter with.
Her mind was chaotic, but she still knew she must extract the puppet’s central furnace.
The central furnace of the puppet was the dium that controlled the puppet’s actions.
Such a dium varied among different puppets, but within each, there was a code that only the talismanic artifact forging masters of Shifang City could decipher.
Fang Geyu was a talismanic genius; if she were to bring this central furnace to Shifang City for her to see, she would surely know whose handiwork this puppet was.
A small Yundu Villa was able to entangle with Shifang City, and Li Jiujiu felt the matter within was increasingly complicated, far beyond what a second-rate sect like theirs could touch or handle.
Reason told her that she should abandon Yundu Villa’s commission now, opt for self-preservation, and quickly leave for Shifang City.
But Li Jiujiu’s conscience told her that if she just left, Hui Wuniang, such a bitterly fated woman, would truly be plunged into Hell, never to erge again.
“Hui Wuniang… Right, the jar, she ntioned the jar…”
Li Jiujiu suddenly recalled, in that strange dream.
Hui Wuniang had given up the chance to survive, yet desperately asked Li Jiujiu to take the black porcelain jar away.
Hui Wuniang’s feelings were extrely intense, so much so that she didn’t even care about herself and the child in her belly.
“The jar… the black jar…”
Li Jiujiu hesitated and wandered, feeling overwheld: “Without explaining clearly, what kind of jar is it, and without saying where it’s hidden, in such a big Yundu Villa, where am I supposed to find this jar?”
While contemplating whether to inform the fellow cultivators of this matter, at that mont, Chi Wenyan’s gentle and courteous voice sounded from behind.
“Immortal girl Li, are you looking for sothing? Although Yundu Villa is large, it is still Chi’s domain. Perhaps I might be able to assist you?”
Hearing this voice, Li Jiujiu’s teeth clenched, and an inexplicable chill climbed up her back.
She turned around and saw Chi Wenyan with arms crossed, casually leaning against an old, faded pillar.
His languid deanor was completely different from his usual appearance.
At this mont, saying nothing and drawing her sword to capture Chi Wenyan for interrogation would practically guarantee results.
Yet facing this mortal man without any cultivation, Li Jiujiu’s legs went weak.
She battled the puppet doll and released her Divine Sense, yet did not notice when Chi Wenyan appeared behind her.
Last night, Baili An’s words to her began hamring in her mind again.
Li Jiujiu knew that confronting him head-on now might lead to dangerous events.
Quickly thinking, she concealed her unusual emotions towards Chi Wenyan, instantly showing a look of urgency and gravity.
She opened her palm, revealing two erald green beads.
“Young Manor Master, your Yundu Villa is indeed full of sinister occurrences. Last night, I had a dream, and your wife appeared in it, looking highly uncanny, seeming not like an ordinary mortal.
She kept hinting for to find a black jar, a jar filled with malice.
I found this matter strange and was investigating around your manor, but unexpectedly encountered this servant, you can’t imagine…”
Chi Wenyan looked at her with interest.
Li Jiujiu exaggeratedly took a breath, vividly describing, pointing at the servant’s ‘body’:
“This guy isn’t human! He’s a puppet, one composed of tal, stone, and wood!
Who knows who hid him in this manor, planning sothing?”
Chi Wenyan widened his eyes, acting as if extraordinarily baffled: “Such a thing? Wuniang… Wuniang actually entrusted a dream to you last night?”
Li Jiujiu looked solemn: “I previously found it odd; having a monstrosity in one’s belly, for mortals, removing it should be a good thing.
But she stubbornly behaved extrely irrationally, seducing at night to find a jar, what’s her intent?
Apparently, delaying the removal of the evil fetus is really not permissible.”
Chi Wenyan nodded, deeply agreeing: “Surely so unclean things in the manor confused my wife?
After finishing the ritual this noon, I must ask Immortal girl Li to stay a few more days.
Inspect thoroughly what other wicked things might be hidden within Yundu Villa!”
Li Jiujiu said: “Such is my duty.”
After speaking, as Li Jiujiu lifted her foot to leave, dizziness suddenly struck her head, and the surrounding scenery and Chi Wenyan’s smiling expression kept spinning before her eyes.
The world spun, and her vision blurred; Li Jiujiu realized that at so point, the ground was already before her.
She fell to the ground, yet felt no pain, evidently her body was severely paralyzed.
A pair of azure long boots embroidered with shifting clouds slowly walked to her front, and Li Jiujiu’s hair was suddenly pulled up, causing sharp pain on her scalp.
Dazedly, she looked at Chi Wenyan’s face close to hers, seeing his bright smile, complenting the noon sunlight:
“Really, it was laborious for Immortal girl Li to think of so many excuses to deal with , but you see, Wuniang’s gaze seed devoid of any doubt.
I’d oblige you to rest for a while; soon you can reunite with Wuniang.”
Li Jiujiu painfully shifted her gaze, noticing an untended yard, not realizing when it beca full of blooming flowers.
The fragrant aroma assaulted her senses, the wind gently stirring the petals, pink pollen floating like mist and gauze.
Chi Wenyan, this person, could actually let these mysterious flowers bloom!
Li Jiujiu tried moving her lips, her voice weak: “What… exactly did you do to Wuniang?”
“Nothing.” Chi Wenyan had a relaxed smile:
“Just let her eat so at stew day and night, but… it wasn’t an ordinary stew, before you people ca, Hui Wuniang was just an ordinary farm girl.
Her ho was flooded, I took her in, and Yundu Villa’s previous mistress was not her, but another woman surnad Feng.
She was alike the current Wuniang, in poor health, Wuniang often cared for her, but ultimately, Miss Feng died in childbirth.
Wuniang cried very sadly, she was a good woman, I didn’t want her to be sad, so I allowed her to be eternally with her Sister Feng in another way.”
Li Jiujiu roughly understood, her stomach turned: “You an… you an that at stew…”
Chi Wenyan bead: “Indeed, it was Sister Feng. Nothing to be so shocked about.
Every one of them went through this, they all have to bear children for , and post childbirth, they die from sadness; such bodies, can’t just go to waste.”
Li Jiujiu was so nauseous that she nearly vomited: “What exactly do you intend to do?!”
Chi Wenyan’s face lost its smile: “What do I intend? My intention is simple, just to live long, longer than you cultivators.
Ha, what do cultivators have, in the end, they all die within my manor.”
“Alright, considering my partial fondness for you, let tell you a story then.”
“My Chi Family, has been wine rchants for generations, a large house and great enterprise, passing down for a hundred years, descendants needing to master wine discernnt and appreciation; my father was likewise capable of ensuring Chi’s wine business would be celebrated forever.
Until my generation, born singularly, I was his only child, ant to rightful inherit the family business.
But ill-fated, given a sickly body, constantly needing the nourishnt of dicine jars, unable to touch wine. He found disappointing, adopted a child from outside, and entrusted everything to him.”
Chi Wenyan speaking here, his complexion subtly twisted.
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