He knew perfectly well what kind of person Giro was and whether he had the ability to exorcise ghosts. However, subconsciously, he didn't want to reveal her identity.
He didn't even want to delve into why he had kept it from her.
“I am not Miss Su…” Wu Shilang explained for the hundred and first time, “My surname is Xiao, and my name is Wu Shilang.” She glanced nervously at the First Madam, feeling truly sorry for her, even though she had explained the whole story from the beginning.
The First Madam was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, patted Wu Shilang and said, "What does it matter? As long as it can exorcise ghosts, what does it matter if the surname is Xiao or Su?"
She still believed that Xiao Wushilang had saved Wushuang that night.
Wu Shilang's mouth moved as if he wanted to tell the First Madam what had happened that night, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Leng Wushuang coldly interrupted, "That's right, now is not the time to discuss names."
A cold remark shut down all of Isoro's explanations.
Ishiro gave Leng Wushuang a resentful look, then shut his mouth.
The First Madam clapped her hands and laughed heartily, then continued, "It doesn't matter what your surname is, because once you enter the family, you'll all be surnamed Leng, and you'll be Madam Leng."
Everyone burst into laughter, a gesture that seemed to be a blessing.
Ishiro glanced at Leng Wushuang discreetly and saw that he had his eyes downcast, his face was calm and he seemed indifferent. Ishiro couldn't help but feel a little down.
Leng Wushuang remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, interrupting everyone's happy laughter.
"Enough of this. In just one more day, it will be the third day since then," Leng Wushuang said, pinching the blood-written letter between her index fingers. She turned her head to look at it sideways and suddenly asked, "Whose blood would contain phosphorus powder?"
From the side, the bloodstains have a faint fluorescence.
The First Madam's face turned pale instantly, her eyes darting outside the room. After a long while, she asked, "Wushuang, do those bloodstains contain phosphorus powder?"
Although it was a question, her expression told everyone that something strange was going on inside.
"Is there really such a person?" Wu Shilang couldn't help but interject, only to be glared at fiercely by Leng Wushuang. The First Madam's face turned even paler because of Wu Shilang's question.
"Yes, there is one..." The First Madam's eyes suddenly became misty as she fell into deep reminiscence.
The hall was quiet, and no one came forward to ask what had happened.
After the old master of Xiejian Manor passed away, the First Madam took on the responsibility of the entire manor. In everyone's eyes, the First Madam was someone who could be absolutely trusted.
She shouldered the entire Xiejian Manor, and the hardships behind it are unimaginable.
Trust and being trusted are deeply ingrained in everyone's mind. Therefore, everyone has reason to believe that after careful consideration, the First Madam will definitely explain the pros and cons clearly to everyone.
The First Madam stood there for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then rose wearily, waved her sleeves, and said listlessly, "Everyone, go back first. I will tell you the details before dinner. I think I should first organize the cause and effect in the most concise way possible."
She looked tired and dejected, as if recalling the past had taken too much of her energy.
Just as Wulang was about to jump over and grab her sleeve, Leng Wushuang grabbed his waist.
He stared, his starry eyes flickering slightly, his thin lips barely moving as he coldly uttered two words: "Stay."
Despite the tense atmosphere, it couldn't stop everyone's ambiguous speculations. Each person had a faint smile on their face, and then they filed out one by one, leaving the entire Juxian Hall to Wushilang and Young Master Leng.
It fell silent immediately.
Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang stood facing each other, staring at each other for a long while before Leng Wushuang finally spoke: "You can leave here."
She could leave this place. This place had no connection with Ishiro to begin with. If she left, she could escape everything here.
She has no martial arts skills whatsoever, so sending her away was the best decision we could make.
"don't want!"
Wu Shilang suddenly flew into a rage, slamming his fist on the table and angrily declaring, "I was born a member of the Leng family, and I will die a ghost of the Leng family. I will never abandon everyone in times of crisis."
Her attitude was resolute, as if she were the most virtuous woman in the world.
Young Master Leng's head suddenly started to ache, his face contorted, and he roared, "Wu Shilang..." He really didn't know what to say, only that there was a huge furnace in his chest, and seeing Wu Shilang made him want to burst out.
Anger erupted instantly!
"Get out..." Leng Wushuang pointed to the door, then immediately regretted it.
Isoro's eyes began to silently well up with tears, one after another, each drop falling faster than the last.
The Peerless Prince's head throbbed even more. He was speechless, as he was really bad at comforting crying girls. So, he just stood there staring at Goruro.
Wu Shilang cried with unbridled joy, leaning over to Leng Wushuang and grabbing her sleeve in a familiar manner, frantically wiping his nose. "If I were to leave and get wiped out, wouldn't that be an even bigger loss?"
Actually, that's what she was thinking.
He had already been barely classified as number 43, and it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't be wiped out as soon as he stepped out. When Protector Chen went out to find Miss Su, most of the 20 people died, and less than ten people remained. He had no martial arts skills and was not smart enough, so if he went out, he would definitely die.
So even if you beat her to death, she won't go out.
She just kept crying and crying.
Leng Wushuang was so upset by the crying that she could only give in and said, "Then let's keep it."
"Then let him stay," he promised. If he stayed, he would naturally protect him. After all, Isoro was an innocent bystander.
She's a bit slow-witted, prone to crying and tantrums, and even slower than others at running away. If I don't protect her, she'll probably be the first one to die.
Leng Wushuang sighed, and with a complicated expression, she looked again at Wu Shilang, whose eyes were red and swollen from crying. His big eyes were like two walnuts, his little nose was red, and his lips were rosy, clearly showing an innocent and trusting look.
He sighed and, for the first time in a very nagging tone, instructed: "If you stay, you must obey me."
Wu Shilang's eyes immediately lit up like stars, and he almost fell off his head. He grabbed Leng Wushuang's sleeve and said with a smile, "I'll listen to you."
Leng Wushuang gave a cold snort as an answer, flicked her sleeve, and awkwardly stepped out first.
Ishiro ran happily, and following behind him, I felt as if I had been given a sweet drink, and I was very happy.
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As evening approached, a bleak and chilly atmosphere naturally enveloped the resort. The originally magnificent sunset, viewed from inside the resort, looked like blood staining the entire sky, a beautiful sight that made people feel very uncomfortable.
Everyone from the villa gathered in the Juxian Hall.
Chen, the head nurse, counted again and again, and including Wu Shilang, there were only 42 people left.
The missing person was Zhou Yidao, who was in charge of the village's meals. He was originally known in the martial arts world for his sharp and swift blade. After becoming a chef, he was never without his knife.
The slices of meat are so thin you can see through them and see the scene on the other side. The people in the mountain resort often shed tears because the slices of meat get stuck in their teeth. If they were made into chunks, then only scraps would be left.
This person, who always has a knife in his hand, actually threw his knife in the kitchen.
The handle of the knife was covered in blood, congealed blood, dark and black, stuck to the blade in the form of water droplets.
When Ishiro saw the knife, he couldn't help but shudder.
"Who last saw him?" Leng Wushuang turned around and asked calmly, without a trace of emotion.
The group looked at each other in horror. After calming down a bit, they all shook their heads, unable to recall anything related to Zhou Yidao.
That afternoon, he hid alone in the kitchen.
He seemed to know something, and had hidden himself in the kitchen early on, without telling anyone. The vegetables in the kitchen were left untouched, clearly indicating that he had no intention of preparing dinner.
The First Madam slowly walked to the stove, then squatted down, and gently wiped it with her finger; sure enough, there were dark red bloodstains on it…
Everyone's eyes turned to the large pot on the stove.
A large, cold pot, its lid tightly shut, without a single gap.
Leng Wushuang gripped the green sword and slowly walked over. The hem of his robe fluttered slightly, and his posture remained elegant. He showed no fear whatsoever. With his clean and slender fingers, he pinched the pot lid and forcefully lifted it open.
Everyone gasped, and Isoro covered his head in fright.
Then he peeked through a small crack between his fingers.
"Nothing here?" Wu Shilang exclaimed in surprise, ran over, stood next to Leng Wushuang, and pointed at the pot.
Actually, there was something in the pot; Zhou Yidao's clothes were at the bottom.
They were folded very neatly.
The First Madam trembled as she unfolded a garment, her face growing even paler.
This method of folding clothes is strange; the sleeves are rolled up into balls and then tucked inside the clothes.
“It was her…” The First Madam’s lips turned pale instantly. She turned her face away and looked around in horror. “Only she would fold clothes like that.”
Who is she? Everyone had this question in their eyes.
Fortunately, the First Madam regained her composure in an instant, managed a pale smile, and said, "Let's go back. I will tell everyone the whole story."
Igoro ran ahead, the kitchen door was ajar. Originally, everyone came in one by one, but when they went back, Igoro wanted to push the door all the way open so that the doorway would be more spacious.
She reached out and pushed the door, but it seemed to be stuck and wouldn't move.
Leng Wushuang stood behind her, frowning in thought. Then her eyes followed the door frame upwards. The kitchen in the manor always had high beams, and the area where the door was closed was dimly lit, making it seem even more deep and dark.
Everyone followed his gaze and gasped.
Where the door frame was stuck, a pair of chubby feet dangled down, tied with ropes that were taut. The other end of the ropes disappeared into the darkness behind the door, which was closed at a 45-degree angle. When no force was applied, the ropes tied to the feet did not move, but now that Isoro was pushing hard, the ropes stretched taut in a strange way, pulling the chubby feet down and wedging them against the lintel.
Everyone else was awake, but Goruro alone was still drunk…
Still unaware of the mystery above, she kept straining, and with her last effort, she used all her strength. Suddenly, all the resistance loosened, and Isoro couldn't stop himself and was about to crash into her.
Leng Wu, who was standing behind, was quick-witted and agile. He flew over and scooped up Wu Shilang with his long arms.
The rope tying the corpse was suddenly pulled away by Igarashi, and a pool of black, ink-like dirty water poured down from above the corpse. Although Leng Wushuang's lightness skill was unparalleled and he flashed out of the kitchen in the first instant, Igarashi's arm was still stained with some of the water.
It turned out that about ten guards standing behind the two of them had gotten their hands dirty with the black water and were all shouting and cursing.
No matter how much they wiped, the black, ink-like dirty water wouldn't come off, and several guards who hadn't gotten their hands on the black water stepped forward to help wipe it off.
"Don't touch the black water, it's poisonous!" The First Madam's face turned even paler as she saw several guards about to wipe the black water off each other, and she suddenly shouted.
That water wasn't just ordinary corpse water; it had a powerful name: Sacred Domain Corpse Oil.
It is slowly refined from the inside of a dead person's body, imbued with the aura of the corpse, thus making it exceptionally potent.
Isoro's face turned pale instantly, and his fingers trembled as he tried to roll up his sleeves. Several times, his fingers touched the sleeves, but he pulled them back each time.
Her heart sank, because her arm was starting to feel like it was being cut by a knife.
The guards who were sprayed with the black water began to turn a strange blue color. The area they were sprayed with was much larger than that of Igarashi, so the poison took effect much faster.
"Close your eyes." Leng Wushuang's cool fingers covered Wushilang's eyes. "Don't look." With her other hand, she quickly pulled a small brocade pouch from her neck, deftly picked out a tiny pill from the pouch, and stuffed it into Wushilang's mouth without thinking.
A cool sensation immediately spread along Isoro's tongue, and the pill, with its faint fragrance, seeped into her throat little by little.
This was originally a rare and highly sought-after antidote in the martial arts world, and its small size made it all the more precious because the person who created it had retired from the martial arts world. People had fought tooth and nail for it.
Screams echoed continuously from inside the house. Wu Lang's eyes were completely blocked by Leng Wushuang, but the terror in his heart had reached its limit.