Isoro and his group looked travel-worn, with faint dark circles under their eyes from exhaustion.
Since the black market, this group of burly men have been living a life of hardship, sleeping outdoors and spontaneously forming a circle at night, with Goruro at the center to sit and rest.
This made it so that Goruro didn't even dare to drink water before bed.
In such a state of sorrow, they walked and stopped intermittently, and somehow they arrived at the Unloading Sword Manor.
The gate of the manor was covered in bloodstains, which had long since dried and mixed with the rust on the iron gate, and a strong fishy smell wafted from afar.
"Young lady, this is the Sword Unloading Manor." The burly man at the head of the group smiled wearily. Although the place they were returning to was fraught with danger, the feeling of returning home was still warm and wonderful.
"Ah, why is there a white lantern on the lintel?" Igoro raised his hand high and pointed to the white lantern on the gate.
The burly man looked in that direction, suddenly trembled, and then took off running.
He ran while calling out, "Guard Zhang, Guard Li, what happened?"
As soon as he shouted, a group of people rushed out, all wearing white flowers and with red-rimmed eyes.
"Third Madam, it's time to leave." The speaker was a handsome young man, his face full of shame, and he didn't dare to lift his eyes.
How could that be?
The handsome man didn't answer him, but instead lowered his head and continued to ask, "Have you brought Miss Su back?"
The big man nodded and silently made way, exposing Wu Shilang, who was standing behind him, to everyone's attention.
Her light purple dress had turned a dark, almost blackish purple, and her long hair was casually tied back with a piece of fabric of the same color. Her eyes were bright and lively, giving her a charming and intelligent appearance.
“Miss Su,” the handsome man’s eyes immediately lit up, and he was almost ready to rush over and hug Wu Shilang, crying pitifully, “Please, you must take that thing away!”
"I... did my best!" Ichiro's eyes twitched slightly. Seeing so many people suddenly trusting him unconditionally, he explained for the thousandth and first time, "Actually... I'm not Miss Su."
The burly men beside her remained silent, their eyes conveying the same message: Miss Su, why are you here again!
"Forget it, there's no point in explaining." Wu Shilang sighed and followed the burly men into the Unloading Sword Manor.
The resort is surprisingly large. Looking into the distance, it is a lush and green area. There is even a small mountain inside the resort, with rolling hills and neatly trimmed saplings all along the way.
Everything is proceeding smoothly.
"Miss Su, this is the villa of the three ladies." The handsome young man who led the way turned around and pointed to an elegant little courtyard, introducing it.
Goruro nodded, looking inscrutable.
Then, following the guard, they walked to a courtyard that was almost too simple, and stopped again, saying, "Miss Su, this is our young master's villa."
Isoro's eyes sparkled with admiration; his face was filled with worship. His idol was the one who single-handedly cleaved Mount Huangshan in two...
After fidgeting for a while, Goruro finally asked shyly, "Um, is Young Master Wushuang in the villa right now?"
The burly men stopped and silently looked at Goruro, then all revealed sly smiles.
Boom! For the first time, Isoro's face turned bright red with embarrassment.
The burly men accompanying him all looked knowing. The handsome leader even gave Wu Shilang a meaningful look and chuckled, "Young Master will be back soon, probably in the next day or two. Miss Su will have plenty of opportunities to see him."
Phew... It's obvious that all of them have misunderstood Isoro's simple feelings of worship.
Frustrated and conflicted, Goruro was speechless. He quickened his pace, leaving everyone behind.
She ran incredibly fast, which naturally had a different meaning in the eyes of the burly men behind her. The leader of the escorts who had brought Fifty Lang back turned around and solemnly announced loudly, "None of you should tell anyone that Miss Su likes the young master. Miss Su is easily embarrassed. If you scare her away, I'll skin you alive."
Boom! Blood rushed back to his head, and Isoro nearly collapsed onto a potted plant by the roadside, scratching at the roots with his fingernails.
But the burly men behind them, as if to pledge their loyalty, shouted louder and louder than the last, as if making a vow: "We will not reveal that Miss Su likes the young master. If we break our vow, may we be punished like this."
With a whoosh, a batch of innocent saplings fell by the roadside.
Old Liu, who was looking after the bonsai, almost banged his head on the ground. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally swallowed back his tears.
Those are ancient needle trees that were just moved back this summer, each costing over a hundred taels of silver.
After a flurry of chopping, the few trees that had been moved back were all split into timber.
It's a tragedy...
A cold wind blew by, and Isoro stood speechless before the heavens, his heart surging with emotion:
Seventeen or eighteen burly men made such a powerful and imposing oath, their voices were so loud that countless birds in the woods were startled away, and it was probably known to everyone within a hundred miles.
Wu Shilang has fallen in love with Leng Wushuang, the peerless young master who single-handedly cleaved Huangshan Mountain with his sword.
This is so embarrassing... so incredibly embarrassing!
It took two full hours to tour the entire resort. Even though Wu Shilang had been running around for years, he couldn't stand such a long and leisurely stroll.
The lunch was arranged in the Juxian Hall of the manor. Because of Bihe's matter, the original place for eating had become unappetizing, so the First Madam simply moved the dining hall to the hall that used to receive martial arts figures.
The First Madam, dressed in a lotus-root-colored long dress, stood at the entrance of Juxian Hall, waiting for Wushilang and his party.
“Miss Su, this is the First Madam of our manor,” said the handsome, burly man leading the way. Wu Shilang finally learned his surname; he was Zhang, the guard here. He was a man of few words, always appearing calm and composed. Seeing Wu Shilang nod, he continued, “She is also the biological mother of Young Master Wushuang. Miss Su, you must get along well with the First Madam.”
Upon hearing this, the burly men behind him nodded and winked, saying, "Yes, yes, the First Madam is very kind; she should treat her daughter-in-law very well in the future."
The sound was as loud as thunder.
The First Madam was very close by. Hearing the guards say this, she couldn't help but smile and look at Wu Shilang many times. Seeing her shy and embarrassed expression, she immediately felt close to her. She walked down the steps, smiled and took Wu Shilang's hand, saying, "Miss Su is so beautiful, like a porcelain doll."
Isoro was extremely embarrassed, but secretly he was very happy.
Throughout his life, he had been called a pig, a monkey, or even a rock, but no one had ever called him a porcelain doll. This compliment made Wushilang overjoyed.
He grabbed the First Madam's hand and grinned, "First Madam, you are such a kind person, always speaking the truth."
The second wife, holding prayer beads, stood behind the first wife. Her lips twitched, and after a long while, she managed to force a smile and flattered, "Yes, yes, Miss Su is not only like a porcelain doll, but also like a person made of tofu, so delicate and beautiful."
Wu Shilang hated tofu more than anything else in his life—it was a sticky, gooey mess. Hearing the Second Madam's praise, his face suddenly turned cold, and he was so angry that he almost kicked her away.
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold, but the second wife, who had a dry sense of humor, continued, "She's so adorable. If the Buddha saw her, he would surely take her to be placed next to the Golden Boy as a jade maiden."
Isoro's lips twitched violently, anger rising within him.
Those who act like innocent girls all end up as nuns.
Thinking of this, Igarashi pouted and stopped talking.
Seeing the awkward atmosphere, the First Madam had no choice but to take her hand and lead her into the dining room. The rest of the group followed behind, laughing heartily.
As soon as she sat down, the First Madam sighed and said, "Miss Su, can you handle a particularly fierce ghost?"
Just as Wu Shilang was about to speak, he heard the burly men behind him rushing to answer, "Madam, Miss Su is quite skilled at exorcising ghosts. When we returned, she had already exorcised more than two..."
Isoro was suddenly speechless with frustration.
There is really no reason to explain blind worship.
The First Madam's eyes immediately lit up with eagerness. She patted Fifty-Lang's hand and promised with a beaming smile, "Miss Su, you are truly a great benefactor to our manor. If you help us subdue the evil spirit this time, I will have Wushuang wield a sword for you for the rest of her life."
Isoro was even more frustrated. He glanced longingly at the burly men who were grinning and smirking, and changed the subject in a muffled voice, "Madam, what is causing this trouble?"
She absolutely did not believe in ghosts or monsters, so she subconsciously asked what was causing the trouble.
The First Madam's expression suddenly turned serious, her eyes began to glaze over, and she stared intently at the roof beam. After about half a cup of tea's time, she suddenly gritted her teeth and said decisively, "It's a vengeful ghost! A very powerful vengeful ghost."
It's the same as saying nothing.
Isoro had no choice but to continue asking, "So, what was the manner of the Third Madam's death?"
Upon hearing her question, the second wife suddenly burst into tears, pounding the table as if her own mother had died.
Upon seeing this, Ishiro couldn't help but sigh, "The Third Madam and the Second Madam have such a good relationship."
That's not the case at all.
The First Madam looked at the Second Madam and replied helplessly to Wushilang, "The Third Madam's body has not been found yet. Her only remains were found in the Second Madam's lotus seed soup."
A section of her little finger, white and slender, adorned with the third wife's favorite red agate ring. It had sunk into the second wife's lotus seed soup. If the second wife hadn't had a blister in her mouth that day and was eating rather delicately, if she had eaten it all in one pot as usual, probably not even a fingernail would have remained.
The second wife was crying because she had accidentally chewed on that severed finger, and to this day, she has suffered from loss of appetite and indigestion.
"So, Miss Su, by tomorrow night, it will be the third day. I'm afraid that thing will come again. What should we do?"
Now, the First Madam never leaves her sword, and if she gets even slightly nervous, she will grip the hilt tightly.
Wu Shilang sighed, unable to think of any other way. He had no martial arts skills to begin with, and had been dragged here in a daze. No matter how he explained, no one would believe him. If it came to defense, he was probably the one in the most danger.
However, he couldn't bear to leave. He estimated that he was their last hope, and if he rashly slipped away, everyone's faith would collapse instantly.
Ishiro had such an experience. He was very young when he was kidnapped by bad guys, blindfolded, and kept in a box for three days without a drop of water. There was also a little boy who was a little older than him with him.
Although he didn't say much, he surprisingly reassured Xiao Wushilang. During those days, he became his hope. Even though there was no food or water and the kidnappers were considering killing him, Wushilang never gave up.
Because there are always people I can rely on by my side.
With just a simple promise, Isoro's heart was inexplicably at ease. He would always remember that on the fifth day, the little boy had clearly broken free of the ropes, but stayed because of him.
I panicked at the time and held onto his sleeve tightly. Five or six-year-old children are naturally very dependent, let alone in that kind of situation.
I will always remember that night.
That night, the stars were as numerous as the Big Dipper, but his eyes shone even brighter than the stars. His expression was unusually mature, almost unlike that of a small child. He assured Ishiro, word by word, "I will not abandon you. If only one of us can leave, it will be you first."
He never spoke much, and in several days he only uttered a dozen or so words. But this one sentence, long and carrying a certain calming power, made Ishiro's heart settle steadily in his chest.
Now, seeing everyone in the village, young and old, looking uneasy and unsettled, Wu Shilang felt their pain deeply and couldn't bring himself to do it, so he slipped away first.
"Miss Su, you will help us, won't you!"
The second lady's prayer beads spun anxiously, timidly turning.
Isoro gave a reassuring smile, then promised, word by word, "I will not abandon you, absolutely not!"
Besides, the Peerless Young Master is coming back soon. Such a sharp and decisive person will surely not leave everyone confused. I will stay with these people who are filled with fear and hold on until his return.
Isoro's promise was like a spring breeze brushing against everyone's heart.
At that moment, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had found a mountain to lean on, and the atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.
The second night arrived quickly.
Isoro hadn't prepared anything. He simply covered his chest with the bottom of a pot and protected his neck with a piece of sheet metal.
Then we prepared to go to the basement with everyone to take shelter.
She had barely taken a small step when the First Madam stopped her, waving her hand with tears in her eyes, saying, "Miss Su, don't worry, go in peace. We will definitely not hold you back in the afterlife."
Isoro held his breath and almost couldn't catch his breath.