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Capítulo 20

Shengxiang made a face at him. "It's not like we're on a blind date exchanging birth dates. Who writes this in a love letter? I'll read it to you." He cleared his throat and read aloud, "This letter is addressed to my dear brother Bi. My sister has been separated from you for a long time, and my longing for you grows ever stronger..."

Bi Qiuhan blushed upon hearing this, "Alright, alright, how can you shout about a senior's privacy like that..."

"Do you want to hear something even more cheesy? Like, 'The sister feels deeply guilty for her brother's love for his sister, but the brother has a family...'" Shengxiang deliberately read aloud.

“Sacred Incense!” Bi Qiuhan frowned.

Shengxiang smiled smugly, then suddenly tore the letter apart and bit it into her mouth.

Bi Qiuhan was horrified, "What are you doing? Quick—"

"What's so quick?" Shengxiang asked him with a smile, still biting the letter. "Spit it out quickly? Okay." He spat out the letter he had torn and stuffed in his mouth and placed it in his palm. "If you still want a letter like this, covered in saliva and teeth marks, and all tattered, I'll give it back to you." He indeed "generously" handed the bundle to Bi Qiuhan.

"Why did you tear it? If we really want to find the real culprit who killed the four seniors, this letter is an important clue!" Bi Qiuhan was shocked and then furious. "Besides, this is also Brother Nan's thing. How could you just tear up a senior's belongings like that?"

Shengxiang looked at him with a smile. "But I've already torn it." He wrinkled his nose. "I originally wanted to eat it, but this thing is really not fit for human consumption, so I had to just take a bite and leave it."

“You…” Bi Qiuhan was so angry that she couldn’t speak, and for a moment she didn’t know how to vent her anger.

"Anyway, this thing is very important." Sheng Xiang shook the disgusting "relic" in his hand. "You, and you, really want to know what it says, right?" He pointed at Bi Qiuhan, then at Zhi Chu. "Right now, only I, this young master, know what it says."

"What do you mean by that?" Bi Qiuhan's anger flared up. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Shengxiang tilted her head and looked at him with a grin. "That's right. It's such a rare opportunity to blackmail both Xiao Bi and Anan at the same time. Of course I won't miss it."

"Holy Incense!" Bi Qiuhan burst into anger, slamming his hand on the table with a "bang." Fortunately, he was seriously injured and did not break the table, only making the wooden table wobble.

"Don't get angry." Shengxiang smiled and shook a finger in front of him. "First, I have something on you; second, if you get angry, I won't tell you the contents of the letter; third, you eat my food and use my things here, so at least you can't get angry with me or be angry with me."

He even argued vehemently, as if the anger was entirely Bi Qiuhan's fault. Bi Qiuhan was both furious and bitter, and could only close her eyes, ignoring this ridiculous young master.

"Shengxiang, did you do this on purpose?" Nange wasn't angry, she just asked listlessly.

Shengxiang turned around and stuck her tongue out at him. "Of course I did it on purpose."

Nan Ge stared intently into Sheng Xiang's eyes, those beautiful, flawless eyes... "Why do you always smile like that?" he murmured, then suddenly lay back down and continued to sleep.

His sudden lying down startled Shengxiang and Bi Qiuhan, who went over to check his temperature. Nange's fever was gradually subsiding; with a few days of rest, he would recover quickly.

"Brother Lan has been inside for quite some time now, why haven't we heard from him?" The group outside, led by Master Qinghe, were growing impatient. Lan Linlong, who had gone inside, remained silent, as if he had vanished into thin air the moment he stepped into the back room. The Copper-Headed Monk was restless, muttering curses to himself, the meaning of which was unclear. Finally, Master Qinghe couldn't bear it any longer. "Let's go in and see what's wrong with Brother Lan."

At this moment, a shop assistant carrying an overturned teapot walked out of the inner courtyard in a panic. Fu Guan and Qinghe Daoist exchanged a glance, but Tong Toutuo did not have their patience. He grabbed his sixty-pound crescent shovel and walked towards the shop assistant.

"Murder—"

Unexpectedly, when the shop assistant saw the Copper-Headed Monk walking towards him with a fierce look, he was so frightened that he screamed and dropped the teapot as he ran out. He tripped and fell as he crossed the threshold, bruising himself badly.

When he shouted "Murder!" people in the store panicked. The timid ones went outside, while the bolder ones huddled together, peering inside and watching the commotion, discussing it amongst themselves.

Seeing his panic, the Copper Monk was immediately certain that the woman in the room was definitely not a good person, and Lan Linlong must be in trouble! He shouted, "Old Taoist, I won't forgive the Blood Sacrifice Society! That damned Li guy inexplicably wants revenge and kills people indiscriminately. Does he think his father was murdered by the whole martial arts world? He's just wasting so many innocent people. I'm going to kill a few of Li's henchmen to vent my anger. Old Taoist, you should get out of the way, lest you ruin your benevolent reputation! Get out of my way!" He picked up his crescent shovel and strode towards the inner courtyard.

Master Qinghe and Fu Guan were both convinced that Lan Linlong had met with an accident inside. Although they both felt that Tong Toutuo's roar was too reckless, they didn't decide to stop him. After a moment of hesitation, Tong Toutuo strode towards the inner courtyard. Just then, a guest was about to come out. Seeing Tong Toutuo's imposing and furious appearance, the guest was so frightened that he scrambled back inside.

Inside the room, Nan Ge remained fast asleep, Bi Qiuhan was still meditating, and Sheng Xiang, idly using a chicken leg to lure his rabbit. The large, fat rabbit's eyes were wide open, completely absorbed in the chicken leg. Sheng Xiang pointed the chicken leg east, and the rabbit saw east; he pointed west, and the rabbit saw west. Suddenly, the rabbit stood up and bowed twice to Sheng Xiang, indicating how much it loved the chicken leg and begging him to be merciful and give it to it. Just as Sheng Xiang was enjoying himself, a commotion erupted outside the door, and someone shouted, "Which room is that 'Miss's'?"

Copper-Headed Monk barged into the inner courtyard with a shovel. Many doors that had been open suddenly slammed shut, the sound of doors slamming together echoing incessantly. He then shouted, "Which room is that Miss's?"

The person locked inside, terrified by him, couldn't help but think to himself, "What a brute! Do you think the young lady would open the door and say 'Master, please come in' after seeing you like this? She's not stupid."

But then, with a creak, the door to one of the rooms opened, and a woman in yellow poked her head out with a smile and waved, "Here."

The bronze-headed monk froze, and before he could figure it out, he strode through the door. Suddenly, there was a "smack," and a fan struck him on the forehead. The woman in yellow, "Xiang'er," holding a folding fan and cradling a rabbit, looked incredibly awkward, but she said, "Guests are welcome, Master, please have some tea." As she spoke, she pointed with her folding fan to the table beside her.

Copper Monk was skilled in martial arts, but not very bright. He instinctively looked at the table and saw that there was only a half-finished cup of cold tea left. How could he possibly drink it in such a state?

"Ah—I forgot I drank all the tea." The woman in yellow tapped her head, then suddenly raised her voice, "Awan—Awan, what are you doing?"

A young man's voice came from the next room: "I'm changing clothes."

"Huh? This isn't fun! You can't change it! I have guests here, hurry up and make some tea!" Upon hearing this, the woman in yellow suddenly dropped the rabbit and rushed out the door, shouting unhappily, "You look beautiful in women's clothes, I'm not lying to you, I never lie..."

The young man next door smiled and said, "That's a lie."

Copper Monk was dumbfounded. What was going on? He had stormed in with murderous intent, intending to kill someone, but the person inside suddenly abandoned him and went straight to argue with the man next door? Holding his crescent shovel, he felt his murderous aura completely thwarted. He stood in the room, unsure whether to go in or back, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He glanced around the room. There was a person lying on the bed, and another person sitting on the brocade couch beside him. He didn't recognize Bi Qiuhan, and naturally he didn't recognize Nan Ge either. He was very puzzled. How could there be two grown men in the young lady's room, and both of them looked unwell, as if they were seriously injured?

Bi Qiuhan naturally knew of the Copper Monk. This man was impulsive and highly skilled in martial arts, considered a top-tier expert in the Xuanmen sect. Because of his recklessness, he had injured many people, earning him a mixed reputation, but he wasn't a bad person at heart. He was just in a bind because he was about to finish his training and couldn't speak. The only person who could explain was Shengxiang, who had run out of the room. He was sitting and resting, but he was at a loss for words.

"The man hidden in the demoness's room is obviously no good either." After looking around for a while, Copper Monk muttered to himself, picked up his crescent shovel and strode toward Bi Qiuhan. "This man is about to finish his training. I should kill him first to avoid any trouble."

Bi Qiuhan was truly helpless, feeling a sudden chill on his head. He smiled bitterly to himself, thinking that if this was truly how his life was going to end, he would not know how to explain it to Yama.

With a clang of metal, something blocked Copper-Headed Monk's shovel. Then a man frowned and said, "Copper-Headed Monk, I think we should capture these people alive, question them, and then kill them. At least let Master Bai take a look and make a judgment. If you accidentally hurt innocent people with your shovel, won't you have to face the wall for another five years?"

The Copper-Headed Monk clearly didn't have much bloodlust. Xiang'er had dampened his spirits, and he felt that killing now wouldn't make much sense or quell his anger, especially since these people were of unknown and strange origin. He tilted his head and asked the Taoist Priest Qinghe standing outside the window, "What does the old Taoist mean—"

Master Qinghe smiled slightly, “My meaning is the same as that of Benefactor Fu.”

Just then, a "creak" sound came from outside the door, and the woman in yellow dragged a boy in white back into the room. Suddenly seeing so many people in the room, she exclaimed, "Oh dear, how did you get in?"

Fu Guan smiled slightly, and placed the sword that had deflected the bronze monk's crescent shovel on Bi Qiuhan's shoulder. "Miss, the three of us are notorious bandits in the area. We specialize in robbing strangers of unknown origin. Please come with us."

The woman in yellow rolled her eyes and exclaimed with delight, "Great! Let's go, let's go see what the mountain king looks like!"

The white-clad youth being dragged along by her wasn't afraid or anxious. He smiled and said, "Since I'm in your hands, you can do whatever you want with me."

These people seem quite pleased to be kidnapped? Fu Guan and Daoist Qinghe exchanged bewildered glances, both finding it extremely strange.