Charles fawned, "Miss Qing, with your skills, handling such trivial matters is a real waste of talent."
Miss Qing had her head wrapped in a scarf, wearing the attire of the Miao people, with silver bells tied around her wrists and ankles. Whenever she raised her hand or took a step, there was a crisp ringing of the bells.
Above the roof tiles, Dong Huiying heard the sound of the bells, her expression sowhat dazed. She vaguely felt that this bell sound seed to have been heard sowhere before...?
She carefully recalled, unraveling the tangled mories of her past and present lives. At that mont, Charles asked again, "Miss Qing has been searching for soone; have you found them yet? It has been many years since we last t."
Miss Qing glanced at Charles indifferently, "Your Dayuan accent is becoming quite authentic. Back when we first t, you had just arrived and could only communicate through gestures."
Charles chuckled awkwardly, "So much ti has passed, and I, Charles, have made so progress. Miss Qing, to be honest, Jiangnan has been quite unsettled lately. I’ve sent a letter to Her Highness Seventh, but the distance to the Mist Capital is still quite considerable. With the nightly deaths, many of which are sowhat related to , I hope Miss Qing can lend a helping hand."
Miss Qing smiled alluringly, "And if I do, what benefit is there for ? You know, I’m passionate about sorcery, seeking neither fa nor wealth, and act solely based on my whims. If you want my assistance, you must co up with enticing terms for first."
Charles’ eyes flickered, "The Dayuan of today is no longer the Dayuan of old. The Xinsan Army has been repeatedly defeated by Dajin and The Outside. For years, Miss Qing has been searching for the forr leaders of the army and the remnants who betrayed them, known as the ’Ghost Warriors,’ truly ghostlike. After their mass escape, they’ve vanished like phantoms. Only Divine Doctor Yun from dicine Valley occasionally appears in the outside world."
Miss Qing took a sip of tea, smiling, "If your card is Yun Ge’s whereabouts, there’s no need. Yun Ge returns to dicine Valley periodically; if I wanted to act against her, she’d already be dead. However, doing so would go against my original intention."
Charles quickly said, "I know! What Miss Qing desires is the lives of all those Eighty Thousand Souls!"
Miss Qing’s expression remained calm, "It’s good you know. Last year, Dayuan was in a tight spot with war; Lao Ba stationed in the capital seed overwheld and asked for my help, promising to help catch those hiding rats, but their capabilities were limited and made wait in vain for long."
At this, Miss Qing couldn’t help but sigh, "It’s strange how soone dared to interfere with King Yama. Back then, it was a mutually agreeable deal, yet those fools held a grudge against . Dong Baowei voluntarily took the sorcery to save Lao Jiu; it wasn’t my coercion. But her troops viewed as a thorn in their side, causing no end of trouble. My Ru Hua, whom I raised ticulously for three years, ended up stewed into chicken soup by those little ones instead of catching . Poor Ru Hua."
Charles’ expression froze slightly, thinking to himself that this person’s pettiness was incurable.
Just how much persistence does it take to hold a grudge for years over a chicken?
All because the chicken she raised back then was plucked and boiled into soup by those ’Ghost Warriors’?
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