Chapter 43

She originally thought she had finally encountered a normal person, but why are you, big sister, more troublesome than the other three! Do you arrange seniority in the Xuanxu Sect based on the degree of illness?!

Zheng Weiqi’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked at her.

Meng Jiaqi knew that this meant she should step forward and try it out.

She could already imagine the scene after a while.

A barely alive fox, tied to a wooden frame like meat on a chopping board, vomiting as the waterwheel turned, creating a flower that would never wither in the air.

He Zhizhou laughed like a donkey, and Ning Ning couldn’t bear it. She interrupted their conversation, “Senior Sister, when Senior Brother He and I were traveling in the city, we found a letter written in ancient characters from the ancient city of Jialan. There are probably many demons in the city, all with some connection to the ancient city. Maybe they are the survivors of Jialan from a hundred years ago.”

Zheng Weiqi finally recovered from her enthusiastic promotion, reluctantly cleared her throat, “Really? If they are indeed survivors of Jialan, what is their purpose in stealing the souls of the common people? Could it be for the rumored Young City Lord?”

Only at this moment did she finally show a bit of the demeanor of a righteous disciple, “For the sake of just one person, causing countless people to suffer, it’s truly hateful.”

“Stealing souls?”

After a very brief silence, a puzzled female voice gently sounded, as if muttering to herself, “Didn’t they only absorb essence?.”

Once this statement came out, all eyes in the room focused on Meng Jiaqi.

Silent separation is a farewell flute, and silence is tonight’s really peaceful.

(T/N:Popular poem by the modern poet Xu Zhimo and a representative work of Crescent Poetry.)

“What are you all looking at me for?”

Meng Jiaqi knew she misspoke and blushed, stammering, “I heard from my dad, he said that the people in the city had their essence taken away, not souls. Taking away essence can be restored, where does this ‘life is worse than death’ come from? You’re just spreading false information!”

The tone, the expression.

Like protecting a calf.

Ning Ning held back the words “Your dad, isn’t that yourself?” and pretended to look around at the scenery.

Everyone was covering for Miss Meng, who would have thought that she was actually a self-destructive truck, carrying bombs and explosives, making a performance of killing herself.

Meng Jiaqi was being tossed around by these people until her head was a mess. At this moment, she was in a hurry and saw that they all had strange expressions on their faces. She bit her teeth, shouted loudly, “Don’t you believe me? I’m really a good person!”

A, good person.

Damn, she casually said it when she was still a fox.

The self-destructive truck roared, and she thought that the previous statement was the end of everything, but unexpectedly, it was just the beginning.

Meng Jiaqi:…

Ning Ning:…

Meng Jiaqi: “Heh.”

Meng Jiaqi: “Did I expose myself?”

Ning Ning noticed that something was off with her expression, as if she had experienced some kind of shock. After careful consideration, Ning Ning spoke to console her, “Miss Meng, don’t be too sad. In fact, your acting skills are quite good. None of us noticed anything wrong.”

Unexpectedly, the other party, as if in a daze, stared blankly for a moment, then raised a wildly eccentric curve at the corner of her mouth. With a voice on the verge of breaking, she interrupted Ningning, saying, “Sad? Who said I’m sad!”

She laughed wildly, unable to clarify whether the laughter contained ecstatic joy or the bitterness of tears, saying, “Ah, good, I’ve been exposed! Hahaha, I finally revealed myself!”

Celebrations erupted, with drums and gongs sounding. Such a monumental event had occurred in the world!

She no longer had to pretend and grovel around these people! Farewell to the distressed little white flower, farewell to the undercover role. She had no choice before, but now she just wanted to be a villain, hahaha!

Ning Ning hesitated to speak and exchanged a glance with her senior sister beside her.

Meng Jiaqi shivered all over, finally able to speak out without reservations, “You bunch of heartless creatures are not human!”

“You!” She suddenly turned to look at Ning Ning, her face twisted with ferocity. “Just met and you used hostages, saying things like ‘surrender quickly if the hostage dies.’ Later on, you even made me, a weak woman, act as a human shield. Pure scum!”

Ning Ning:…

“And you!”

Meng Jiaqi suddenly turned around, almost unable to catch her breath, glaring fiercely at Zheng Weiqi. “Do you have some kind of mental illness? Can a sane person create such a thing? Disgusting! Hurry up and use it to commit suicide, idiot! Also, what do you mean by cosmetics marinating? That’s my natural fragrance!”

Zheng Weiqi:…

Meng Jiaqi, feeling triumphant, turned to the other side to face He Zhizhou. “And you! ‘Autopsy results show that the deceased died from the autopsy’? What’s stuffed in your underdeveloped brain! I’ll remember Qin Chuan’s revenge, even if I become a ghost, I won’t let you off! Just wait and see!”

He Zhizhou:…

Finally, she looked at Pei Ji.

Pei Ji’s expression remained unchanged, even raising an eyebrow coldly, displaying a mocking and provocative look as he locked eyes with her.

Meng Jiaqi thought, hehe, and with a stiff expression, she directly skipped over him.

“Miss Meng,” Ning Ning cautiously took a step forward, “Are you okay?”

“What ‘Miss Meng’!”

Meng Jiaqi frowned, using a resolute tone of unyielding determination, “Quick, call me ‘the heinous spy’!”

Ningning didn’t dare to provoke this fragile nerve too much, hesitatingly blinked her eyes, and reluctantly softened her voice, saying, “Okay, okay. That… you, the heinous spy.”

Ah.

Meng Jiaqi listened as if bathed in a spring breeze, deeply took a breath.

The sound of nature.

These seven words were so precious. In her world, the flowers became fragrant, the grass turned green, and her heart, riddled with holes, was finally stitched together.

“Don’t speak. Let me feel it with my hearts.”

Meng Jiaqi closed her eyes, grinned until the corners of her mouth twitched, “I, Meng Jiaqi, am the heinous spy. Hehehe.”

“Help, help!”

He Zhizhou’s scalp tingled, and he frantically scratched the sole of his shoe, “Miss Meng has gone crazy with our torment? With her appearance, she could easily perform in ‘The Grudge’ and ‘The Village of the Dead.’ If Chu Renmei saw her, she would definitely acknowledge her expertise.”

(T/N: Chu Renmei is from the hong kong horror story The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village.Chu Renmei was a famous Cantonese opera actress before she was alive and she was wrongly killed due to her grievances unresolved ,she become ghost and killed all the villager  )

Ning Ning was also a bit worried. After pondering for a moment, she took another step closer and raised her voice, “Miss Meng, I’ll show you something.”

Meng Jiaqi turned her head dazedly, watching as Ning Ning took out a storage bag and pulled something out.

A white fluffy mass, with a hint of light pink, long and resembling rabbit ears.

Wait.

A rabbit?

A chubby white rabbit jumped out of the storage bag. Since Ning Ning was holding it by the ears, it could only flail its limbs awkwardly, swaying back and forth.

Twisting and bowing, shouting loudly in a robust male voice, “Big brother, big sister, Happy New Year! The bunny is here to bow one, bow two, bow three times. Hope big brothers and sisters will let the bunny go home. The bunny is really scared—”

The rabbit, at this point, stared wide-eyed, suddenly dumbfounded, its face filled with disbelief as it looked at Meng Jiaqi from a distance.

~~It was just because I glanced at you a little more in the crowd, and I couldn’t forget your face.

Two unpardonable villains, working as undercover agents, were speechless and choked up. The depths of their eyes were filled with vicissitudes. In the end, they simultaneously spoke, the degree of desolation comparable to the wailing of monkeys on both sides of the strait that never ceased.

—”Chuan’er!”

—”Sister Qi Zi!”

The cold wind whistled, lifting the woman’s green silk like a waterfall, and the rabbit’s disheveled white fur.

One person and one rabbit, facing each other in silence, with tears flowing like continuous strands of Lanzhou noodles.

(T/N:Lanzhou noodle)