That adult just raised his finger and stretched his legs, and he beheaded the man and dug out his heart. I couldn’t even see how his demonic power was operating before the person was already dead. What can I possibly comprehend!
Qingzhi shook his head and said, "Tang Di was indeed right. You’re just a mortal fox with poor potential."
Ting Yan gritted her teeth in anger, wishing she could scratch his fake face to pieces.
...
...
When Baili An woke up again, the injury on his shoulder had already been simply treated, and the toxins in his body seed to have been cleaned out.
He found himself lying in an old house, surrounded by earthen walls and thin tiles.
Outside, a torrent of rain was pouring down heavily, drumming on the ground, and through the thin walls, he could faintly hear the grunts of pigs and the barking of dogs from next door.
This seed to be a remote village.
Baili An propped himself up, noticing he was covered with a thick, patchy quilt.
The clothes on him had evidently been changed by soone, and he wasn’t lying on a bed but an old brick kang made of stacked red bricks.
Beneath the kang, a fire crackled, warming his cold body from under the quilt.
The corners of the walls were full of cobwebs, the space in the house was very small and filled with clutter, and the air was suffused with the scent of wood battered by termites, marking its dilapidation.
At this ti, the sound of the torrential rain hitting an umbrella ca from outside, accompanied by human voices:
"Oh my dear, why are you squatting by the door in such a heavy rain instead of coming inside? The spring rain is sharp and cold, and the dampness getting into your bones can cause a serious illness."
Baili An’s gaze went over, only to find under the eaves of the doorway, there crouched a graceful and charming figure — it was none other than that lecherous fox demon.
He heard the fox demon say, "Is the iron pot I wanted ready?"
Upon hearing this, Baili An touched his Qiankun Bag, realizing with satisfaction that another Luminous Pearl had been taken.
Most likely, it was spent to buy a pot for this lady.
But why did she buy a pot?
The lady who ca in with the umbrella said sowhat awkwardly, "Oh dear sister, I didn’t know you needed such a big pot to stew so treasure at.
Our village has only one blacksmith. It’s been raining continually, and his old cold legs are acting up, so we might have to wait a few more days."
The demoness sighed in disappointnt and said, "Then I shall wait a few more days."
"Sigh..." The lady sighed and said, "It’s not easy for you either. Being so young, you have to care for such a sick son. Seeing his complexion, like a dead person’s, you must have spent a lot on good herbs to keep him alive, right?"
Though she said it’s not easy, the lady couldn’t help but keep her eyes on Shu Ci.
She thought to herself that this seductive appearance, quite charming and soft, evidently belonged to soone who hasn’t done heavy work.
Raising a sickly son must cost a lot.
To buy an iron pot, she easily threw out a Luminous Pearl, seeming a bit oblivious to the value of money.
Presumably, the money ca easily, earned through hard ans.
Looking at her enchanting little face paired with such an empty-headed gaze, it seed she wasn’t very bright.
She probably knew nothing about her improper business.
Considering this, Madam Wu’s sympathy overflowed in her heart.
Even at such a ti, she was still thinking about the pot. Maybe she saw her son was hanging by a thread and wanted to stew sothing nice for him before he passed.
Thinking this, Madam Wu’s eyes moistened. She patted Shu Ci’s shoulder and said earnestly, "Sister, I understand. We won have it tough, and I know you worry about him every day."
Hearing the empathetic tone, Shu Ci resonated deeply, and angrily said, "Even you know it’s hard for to care for him, yet this damn pest has a hard heart. I treat him so well, but he always thinks of discarding !"
Shu Ci was fond of reading storybooks, all sowhat unorthodox ones, hence she started misusing words and idioms again.
Damn ghost?
Pest?
Discarding after use?
Why does it sound like she’s describing her lover?
But it doesn’t fit the age...
Madam Wu felt a bit blocked inside, figuring maybe this lady hadn’t had much schooling and kept bad company in disreputable places.
Such playful banter was habitual, and it’s understandable she couldn’t change it for a while.
She chuckled, stepping into the house, and her exclamation echoed again.
"The young master is actually awake!"
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