Wang Xiaoer’s face turned ashen, and he lunged towards me: “Divine Lord! Send me back one more time! Back to outside Song Yuanwai’s gate!”
“Seize this troublemaker! He is undoubtedly the murderer.”
Tears streaming down my face, I waved my hand, raised a misty barrier, opened a light circle, and kicked Wang Xiaoer inside. When would this end?
“I’ll go report, report to the authorities.”
I moved my hand, wanting to hold him back, but when my hand was halfway out, I pulled it back. The county magistrate was not unaware, and with his character, going would be equivalent to suicide.
He thought he was quickly thrown into the death cell because a murder occurred at his doorstep, and the county magistrate, unable to find someone to take the blame, was eager to solve the case. If he went now, he would be walking right into a trap.
Watching his retreating figure, I paused for a long time. If that were an ordinary person, the outcome would be death. Just because he was the uniquely built Wang Xiaoer should I turn a blind eye?
The more I thought, the more chaotic my mind became. I rushed forward, blocking Wang Xiaoer’s path, pointing to stop him: “You should know what kind of person the county magistrate is. Going now is just going to become a wandering ghost.”
Wang Xiaoer trembled: “Then what should I do? What can I do?” He bit his finger, thinking for a long time, almost on the verge of collapse: “I can’t pretend not to know. The Song family has at least fifty people, a courtyard full of dead bodies. If I don’t report this, the wronged spirits will haunt me.”
My anger made my veins bulge. “Rebirth! Since you have this ability, go back to the moment before! If that doesn’t work, go back to the moment before that!”
Boom. A lightning flashed across the sky, startling me into a shiver.
I was furious; this feeling was terrible.
If something could be changed, why couldn’t I change it? What are the heavenly numbers? What is heavenly destiny!
Boom boom.
…Alright, heaven, you win. Spare me. I was just momentarily indignant. I continued to cry, don’t strike me down. I will no longer reveal celestial secrets or speculate on heavenly intentions.
“Divine being!” Wang Xiaoer stared at me, his eyes showing an unprecedented determination, “Send me back to daytime. No matter what method, I will make the Song family leave!”
I smiled slightly: “Okay.”
White brilliance swept before my eyes, returning to daylight. There were no other divine lords around, not even the Wealth God. Looking at Wang Xiaoer again, though it was still the same face, the feeling was completely different.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoer was eating white rice. As soon as he came to his senses, he threw down his bowl and chopsticks and ran outside.
I followed behind, all the way to the Song residence, to the main gate. I didn’t smell any blood and breathed a long sigh of relief.
“Is anyone there? Is anyone there?” He knocked on the big door, violently shaking the iron knocker, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Soon, the door opened, and an old man walked out, looking at him suspiciously, saying: “Who are you looking for?”
Wang Xiaoer gasped: “Your Song family will be massacred tonight. Please go now and tell the official to…”
Bang. The door was mercilessly closed.
I angrily said: “If someone told you that you would die at midnight, would you believe it?”
Wang Xiaoer nodded: “Yes.”
Wang Xiaoer continued knocking on the door: “Hey, old man, I’m telling the truth. Believe me, believe me. You’ll be massacred tonight and have 100,000 taels of gold stolen.”
Passersby gradually gathered, pointing and whispering.
The door opened again, the old man spat at him and said: “Our Song family might be rich, but where would we have 100,000 taels of gold! Stop talking nonsense. Otherwise, when the master returns, he’ll send you to the authorities!”
Wang Xiaoer grew anxious: “Old man, I’m telling the truth. There will really be 100,000 taels of gold appearing at your doorstep!”
The door was closed again.
Wang Xiaoer looked dejected. I patted his shoulder: “If you keep talking, the authorities will come to arrest you soon.”
He heard this and returned to his thatched cottage, seeing the now-cold dishes on the table, he began to cry: “Divine being, can’t you save them?”
“Cannot.”
“Why not?”
I paused, answering: “Everyone has their own life destiny.”
“But why can mine be changed?”
“Your life destiny is destined to have a divine lord appear and help you.”
If Wang Xiaoer asked further, I would be stumped. Fortunately, he didn’t speak again, just continued crying.
Usually seeing his honest appearance, though he tormented us divine lords, seeing a seven-foot man cry like this made me feel sympathetic.
But such was heavenly destiny. It was not easy for him to change his own fate, let alone interfere with others’ life paths.
I sighed, sitting beside him.
Wang Xiaoer suddenly looked up, stood and went out, picking up the hoe leaning against the door. I was stunned for a moment, saying: “Are you planning to go to the Song family alone?”
“Yes.”
“Are you crazy.” I called out, “You know the Song family has over fifty people. Those who can kill them silently must be at least ten people. You want to save them with just this hoe?”
Wang Xiaoer roared: “What else can I do? Watch them die? You divine beings can, but I cannot! I’m greedy, I like women, I like comfortable, prosperous days, I like being surrounded by officials. But I cannot watch those people die before my eyes! Your divine beings’ six pure roots are actually just abandoning all human emotions!”
I was stunned. Saying it this way, we divine beings seemed more despicable and nauseating than worldly evil people. I remained silent, following behind him, feeling utterly frustrated.
Arriving at the Song residence, night had fallen.
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Wang Xiaoer steeled himself, shouting loudly and throwing himself at the door, bursting it open, roaring: “Nobody move!”
Inside was a scene of clashing blades, impossible to distinguish who was who, intersecting like a chessboard, the fight evenly matched. Wang Xiaoer’s sudden appearance startled them, and dozens of eyes turned toward him.
Wang Xiaoer swallowed and whispered to me: “Divine being, didn’t you say there were only ten people?”
I protested: “Don’t blame me! This divine lord said at least, at least!”
“You tricked me…”
No one was seen fleeing, and when I turned my head, I saw Wang Xiaoer looking terrified, his legs going weak. At this moment, someone thrust a sword, and I quickly revealed myself, pulling him back and sliding my hand along the sword blade, gripping the person’s wrist and pushing him away.
Wang Xiaoer peeked over, looking admiringly: “Immortal, I didn’t expect you to be so skilled.”
I chuckled: “Of course, my closest friend is a jianghu master.”
“Then… pass on your skills to me.”
“…Do you believe I’ll go crazy!”
I’m not sure if I intimidated them or they thought we were just accidentally involved, but after the person was pushed away, they resumed fighting.
They were all dressed in civilian clothes, with elderly and children present, making it difficult to distinguish who was good or bad.
Wang Xiaoer pondered for a while, then said in surprise: “That, that person is the Song family’s steward, and there’s Master Song and Madam Song – even the baby knows martial arts?”
I narrowed my eyes; it seems the Song family is not simple at all.
With Wang Xiaoer’s explanation, I now had a rough understanding of the battle’s factions. Besides those he mentioned, the servants were also from the Song family. Those fighting against them were young people with similar attack techniques, which allowed me to estimate their numbers.
