Chapter 433: Chapter 427: It’s Ci Zhen’s Shenanigans Again
Ling County isn’t far from Li City, and the local River-Sinking Fish is a delicacy. It’d be a shame not to try it when you’ve come all this way.
And as for Nuwa Temple, could it possibly be more important than filling your stomach?
No way.
The fish was delicious, but before it could all be eaten, dinner was abruptly stopped.
“Master, look.” Teng Zhao pointed at a group of people downstairs, his brows furrowed. Wasn’t that the man who was predicted to die a few days ago?
Qin Liuxi followed his gaze, and once he saw the thin man draped in a gold-threaded purple robe, face caked with thick makeup, his eyes half-closed.
“What’s that?” Feng Xiu also leaned over to look, and upon seeing the few playboys brimming with bad taste, he clicked his tongue disdainfully and said, “What’s there to look at with such ugly creatures? If you want to look at a man, you should be looking at me.”
Qin Liuxi gave him a white look and said, “Do you see anything about the one in the purple robe?”
Feng Xiu really didn’t want to. Such an eyesore, just one look was enough to be sickening.
But since Qin Liuxi mentioned it, he must have noticed something. Maybe it was a test for him.
Feng Xiu stared closely, and if one looked carefully, they could see a fiery red gleam flash through his eyes as he activated his Demon Eyes.
With this look, he noticed something was off. “How is this doomed ghost still alive? His face spells doom, his body looks hollowed out, I can smell death from a distance, he should have died long ago.”
Teng Zhao: “…”
The old demon’s mouth is even more venomous than Master’s.
Qin Liuxi sneered, “Someone has extended his life.”
The person in front wasn’t just anybody, it was County Magistrate Ma’s only son, Ma Xiaowei, whom Qin Liuxi refused to save a few days ago.
Ma Xiaowei was entangled by several female ghosts and a Ghost Baby. He was supposed to be dead by now, but there he was, standing just fine, and all the vindictive souls around him were gone.
Furthermore, Ma Xiaowei’s body carried a foreign aura; someone else’s life was used to extend his.
The vindictive souls were missing, and his life had been extended; this was bad, those souls must have been captured.
“Who would extend the life of such a sinful being like him? Can’t they see clear enough, not afraid of being struck by lightning?” Feng Xiu shook his head. Any who followed the Righteous Path wouldn’t do such karma-inviting deeds; there must be some backlash.
Qin Liuxi said, “As long as the reward is sufficient, there will always be those who are not afraid of death.”
She lightly tapped the table and said, “This Ling County is quite interesting, with a Nuwa Temple and someone capable of extending this waste’s life. Quite impressive indeed.”
“Never changing his bad habits.” Teng Zhao saw Ma Xiaowei stop a singing girl to flirt with her, his eyes full of disgust.
Qin Liuxi tapped the table and nudged Feng Xiu with her chin: “Hurry up and be nosy.”
Feng Xiu: “No, really, this fish is going cold… Okay, okay, I can’t afford to provoke my ancestor.”
He picked up his chopsticks and threw them directly at Ma Xiaowei.
The chopsticks weren’t heavy, and Feng Xiu seemed to throw them casually, but they fell right before Ma Xiaowei’s nose as if they had their own consciousness, startling him.
“Ah, my chopsticks.” Feng Xiu dramatically rushed to the second-floor railing, his arm outstretched, as if he was desperately trying to rescue them.
His act made Teng Zhao feel like his hair was standing on end.
Qin Liuxi put her hand on her leg, trying not to kick him off.
Meanwhile, the group below, Ma Xiaowei, heard the shout and looked up, his pupils contracting.
The beauty upstairs, clad in a fiery red robe, had a strand of black hair falling loose. His face handsome as a demon, those narrow eyes were captivating as they watched on.
“Beautiful, so beautiful.” The lackeys behind Ma Xiaowei drooled at the corners of their mouths.
Ma Xiaowei’s heart pounded, his feet involuntarily moving towards the staircase.
Who can resist the enchantment of a vixen?
Feng Mu chuckled coldly, as if on purpose, giving Ma Xiaowei a sidelong glance before settling into a chair to wait with ease.
Qin Liuxi looked at him with a mockingly amused expression, saying, “Not bad, your demonic power to bewitch has deepened, affecting both men and women indeed!”
“Look at you, still human or not? If it weren’t for you, would I need to sacrifice my looks like this?” Feng Mu glared at her, arms crossed over his chest, adding, “I’m still clean and pure.”
Teng Zhao felt a chill run down his spine. Are all Big Demons like this?
“Enough with the act, here comes someone.” Qin Liuxi glanced toward the stairway.
Sure enough, Ma Xiaowei arrived, flanked by his lackeys, his eyes fixed greedily on Feng Mu, full of obsession.
“Beauty…”
Feng Mu, repulsed by the desire in those eyes, nearly vomited up the fish he’d eaten, stopped his act, and with a quick blink of his eyes that shimmered with an unusual light, said, “Beauty my ass, stop disgusting me, just answer whatever I ask you.”
Ma Xiaowei immediately became somewhat dazed and nodded in agreement.
Qin Liuxi turned her head and asked directly, “Who extended your life?”
Ma Xiaowei, with a sluggish roll of his eyeballs, replied, “Master Cizhen.”
Qin Liuxi’s expression turned icy.
What a coincidence, trouble coming from the same Master Cizhen of the Nuwa Temple again?
“Did she suppress the vindictive souls on you?”
Ma Xiaowei looked a bit frightened, as if spooked by something, then relaxed and chuckled malevolently, “The Master is quite powerful, captured all of them and will scatter their souls. Heh, serves them right, they dared to cling to me.”
Feng Mu, disgusted, commanded, “Hit yourself harder, slap your own face.”
Smack smack smack.
Ma Xiaowei immediately started slapping his own face, and after several blows, he stared at his uncontrollable hand in horror, eyes bulging.
“Stop.”
Ma Xiaowei stepped back, his face swollen, and looked fearfully at the group, “You all?”
“Let me ask one more time, what compensation did Cizhen ask for extending your life?” Qin Liuxi pressed on.
Ma Xiaowei didn’t want to speak, but his mouth betrayed him, “A thousand taels of gold and nine virgin girls under ten years old.”
Smack.
Qin Liuxi slammed her hand down hard on the table.
Feng Mu also darkened his expression, “How did you procure those young girls?”
“There are plenty of worthless young girls in peasant families, give them a few taels of silver and they’ll happily hand them over. For those not willing, we say they’re to serve the Fertility Goddess as Immortal Children, and they’ll agree.” Ma Xiaowei covered his mouth, his body shaking violently.
“Get out!”
Ma Xiaowei scurried away with his lackeys, and once out of the restaurant, their minds cleared. What had just happened?
“Mr. Ma, what happened to your face?”
Meanwhile, Ma Xiaowei, clutching his stinging swollen face, suddenly widened his eyes, realizing he might have accidentally divulged Master Cizhen’s affairs.
Ma Xiaowei rushed back home.
“Master, you’re letting him go just like that?” Teng Zhao was surprised that Qin Liuxi would let Ma Xiaowei off the hook.
Qin Liuxi stated coldly, “We can’t break the Life Extension Technique on him, because doing so would alert Cizhen, who would then become wary. Don’t worry, once Cizhen is dealt with, the magic on Ma Xiaowei will also end, and his death is certain. Let him breathe a bit longer. We’re heading to the Nuwa Temple now.”