A rough calculation showed the Song family was definitely outnumbered.
The battle became clearer, and most of the Song family members were restrained by blades and swords. Master Song suddenly threw his sword and used lightness kung fu to escape to the outer courtyard.
“Master Song, I’ll save you!”
Wang Xiaoer shouted, grabbing a hoe to block the way, but I pulled him back, glaring: “Fool, didn’t you see they’re not using sharp edges against the Song family, but sword backs? The Song family, however, is trying to kill their opponents.”
As soon as I finished speaking, he stopped, frowning in thought.
Before Master Song could escape the courtyard, three young men flew forward, blocking him with their swords and forcing him back. Someone from behind emerged, positioning a sword blade at his neck, finally subduing him.
With no more weapon sounds in the courtyard, everyone looked at us. I quickly said: “We’re good people.”
“
Everyone paused, and one person sheathed his sword, approaching to carefully examine Wang Xiaoer: “I recognize you. You’re the one who said today outside the Song family that they have 100,000 taels of gold.”
The man continued, ignoring me: “It’s because of brother that we learned the gold is in their hands. Thank you.”
Wang Xiaoer scratched his head: “Ah? I just shared what I knew, no need to thank me.”
“Actually, he was told by Lord Zhou in a dream, who dreamed they would be wiped out, so he came to warn the Song family,” I quickly explained, also unable to resist asking, frustrated at being ignored by the handsome man, “So what exactly is going on? Who are you?”
Seeing the man’s furrowed brow, I knew he probably thought the dream explanation was far-fetched, but couldn’t find a more reasonable explanation. After a moment’s thought, he said: “Have you heard about the flood disaster in Qi Province six months ago, where the court’s disaster relief funds were robbed midway?”
I raised an eyebrow: “The 100,000 taels of gold are those relief funds? And the Song family are the robbers?”
He nodded: “Exactly. We’re from the court. The Emperor ordered us to trace the gold’s whereabouts, and we finally found a lead. We infiltrated the courtyard and found them fighting, about to divide and escape. I think it’s because of brother’s interruption that they panicked.”
Wang Xiaoer scratched his head again: “I just stumbled upon this by accident.”
I smiled: “I understand. If you hadn’t rushed here because of his commotion, this group would have already killed each other over dividing or stealing the money.”
“Miss, you’re correct. We received a pigeon message at the inn, and our scout will meet us tonight. But when we saw someone talking about 100,000 taels of gold outside the Song family this morning, we came early to investigate.”
I nodded. What Wang Xiaoer initially saw was likely the result of internal strife in the Song family, with survivors trying to load a gold-filled cart and flee, just as the court’s people arrived, causing them to abandon the cart, which Wang Xiaoer then drove away. The court’s people came to the Song family, found the robbers dead and the gold missing, and left.
And that day, Wang Xiaoer deliberately delayed passing the Song family by half an incense stick’s time, and the cart was likely taken by the court’s people.
Looking at the scene before me, perhaps this was the best outcome. The robbers were captured, the gold would be returned, and Wang Xiaoer had experienced enough to become enlightened.
The man cupped his fists: “Brother, with your extraordinary abilities, I will report this to the court. The Emperor…”
“Stop!” Wang Xiaoer said with a bitter face. “I have only one request.”
The man’s gaze was sharp, and he smiled: “Please speak.”
“Pretend you never saw me today.”
I want to live a peaceful life, just a simple night watchman!”
The man was stunned, and I couldn’t help but laugh, seeing Wang Xiaoer’s determined and happy face, feeling joyful inside. Peaceful and ordinary isn’t bad. I think the chaos that disturbed the gods won’t happen again. Wang Xiaoer, may you have a lifetime of tranquility, being the simplest and most content night watchman in the world.
Rebirth of a Beauty (Part One) After completing the mission, I happily walked through the Heavenly Path, thinking how I, as a divine lord, had resolved a millennium-long disaster in the divine realm. The superior god would surely praise me. If not for me, who knows how long this would have dragged on. Thinking this, I felt more and more like a hero.
Let me put my hands on my hips and laugh three times. Passing through the bamboo forest, I hesitated for a moment, lowering my head and continuing to walk. I’ll wait a few days for the financial fortune to completely dissipate before entering. Otherwise, no one would dare to approach me in the future.
For some reason today, I don’t feel well at all, and I’m feeling chilly all over. Looking up, the sun is blazing, so bright it hurts my eyes. Logically, it shouldn’t be this cold. I shivered, wrapped my thin clothes tightly around me, and couldn’t help but sneeze.
I suddenly stopped in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat, and trembled as I turned back to look behind me. Immediately, I saw a gloomy face enlarging, with long eyebrows, a flat face, pale lips, and grievous eyes staring at me, making me completely stiff.
He spoke with an extremely drawn-out voice: “Re-born… Lord…”
I chuckled nervously: “Plague… Plague God Lord.”
Plague God Lord, who had consecutively won the “Least Popular God” award for 748 years in the divine realm, and the “Most Despised Immortal” award for 3,732 years on earth. The reason for the awards: wherever he appears, misfortune follows.
Seeing him staring at me gloomily, I swallowed and forced a smile: “Just passing by? What a coincidence!”
Plague God Lord melancholically shook his head: “No, I’m on a mission.”
I blinked and laughed: “Well, I won’t disturb you, go ahead.”
“I’m looking for you,” he said.
As soon as the words fell, I had already summoned a cloud, preparing to escape. Who knew that as soon as I cast the summoning spell, the cloud would immediately fly east, shouting: “Plague God Lord is here, I’m escaping first! Reborn, you cover me!”
I was roaring internally, wanting to create a wind beneath my feet to escape, but my wrist was already grabbed, and his cold, gloomy aura pressed closer: “Reborn Lord… where are you going?
Are you trying to make me fail my mission and miss out on the year-end perfect attendance bonus? Huh?”
“N-no way,” I showed a smile, which quickly turned into a choke, “Plague God Lord, for the sake of us both being lords, please let me go, wuwuwu.” Seeing him unmoved, I helplessly said, “Fine, speak.”
Plague God Lord flipped his hand, looking at the jade tablet and reading: “Reborn Lord unauthorized interference in mortal affairs, revealing heavenly secrets. Considering this is the first offense, by divine command, a fine of 3,000 gold is imposed, with a three-month house arrest as a warning.”
I was stunned: “…Where would I get 3,000 gold! Is the High God making me work for free for a hundred years?”
Plague God Lord said: “I don’t know, but we did search 3,000 gold from your house.” He blew on the jade tablet, drew a circle, and said in a TikTok-like tone, “Mission complete.”
I’m done for! I just won once, and it was all robbed! High God, you bastard!
Boom.
I gritted my teeth and ran back, feeling heartbroken about the gold with nowhere to vent. Seeing a stone on the ground, I kicked it with all my might… my toe hurt as if the bone had shattered, tears welling up in my eyes.
The stone opened its eyes, slowly crawling out and growing larger, creating a big hole in the ground.
It hummed: “Let’s see if you dare bully a small-headed, big-bodied stone again.”
