A child's confused cry rang out from the widow's house, "Mother?"
An hour later, Li, the widow who had sympathized with Chen's plight and addressed her as a sister, held a piece of white paper covered in black writing. As she looked at it, tears welled up in her eyes—
"Sister... I can't hold on any longer... Tongtong has eighteen silver dollars in her arms, please... please... thank you."
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Chapter Nine: When you encounter injustice on the road, it's time to lend a helping hand!
It is rainy in the south.
The sky, which had just experienced a heavy rain last night, seemed to have accumulated rainwater for a long time. Around noon, it started pouring down again. The clear rainwater fell on the ground and unintentionally washed away the blood-stained mud in the alley, turning it into a muddy mess.
a small path.
Jiang Fan dragged the two corpses of complete strangers step by step into the mountains outside the town.
Standing under the rain curtain and looking back at the hazy town, Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel fortunate that this place was mountainous and rainy; otherwise, he really wouldn't know how to deal with the two corpses and the bloodstains in the alley.
"Smack..."
Walking to the foot of a large, leafy tree, Jiang Fan released the bodies he was holding and carefully observed the surrounding terrain. Only when he was certain that there were many fallen leaves and no proper paths did he decide to bury the two bodies there.
The reason is simple: the abundance of fallen leaves and the lack of obvious paths nearby demonstrate the seclusion of the location. Burying a body here would ensure it wouldn't be discovered for a short period.
When will it be discovered later?
I'm no longer here. In this era, there are no cameras or similar devices. Without anyone watching me, it's wishful thinking to try and catch me.
The trees in the area are lush, and the soil is mostly moist.
Walking to the tree, Jiang Fan broke off a branch and used a sharp knife to sharpen one end of the branch. Then he slid it forcefully on the ground. The ground was wet from the rain, and soon Jiang Fan dug two human-shaped pits with the help of the branch and the knife.
Clap his hands, brush off the dirt, and, soaked by the rain, silently look at the two corpses, their faces deathly pale and devoid of any color.
It's strange.
In the books and movies Jiang Fan had read before, most people who killed for the first time would have a strong physical reaction, such as vomiting or fainting. But Jiang Fan felt that apart from not being able to bring himself to make the cut at the beginning, he did not experience any obvious discomfort.
"I am a fatalist."
"I have always believed that everyone has their own destiny. For example, some people can understand the meaning of a book in a day, while others need ten days. Some people are born lucky and everything goes smoothly for them, while others are born unlucky and suffer in everything they do."
"I'm not from here, I don't want to die here, I want to live and go back to the world I belong to."
"Yesterday's evil spirits couldn't kill me, and neither can you."
"I'm sorry, I want to live, so I have no choice but to kill you all."
Jiang Fan walked up to the two corpses and remained silent for a long time before murmuring in a low voice.
Whether it was psychological or not, Jiang Fan always felt that the two corpses lying there might suddenly open their eyes. For someone who grew up in the modern world, the thought of two vibrant lives vanishing in his hands always gave Jiang Fan an extremely surreal feeling.
Was it a dream?
Jiang Fan looked down at his clothes, which were soaked with blood from his wounds, closed his eyes, and let the cold rain lash against his body.
Unbeknownst to him, Jiang Fan underwent a change he himself was unaware of—
Already possessing striking features, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a handsome appearance, his aura underwent a dramatic transformation after the bizarre ghost-slaying and murderous incidents of the past two days. In particular, Jiang Fan's eyes now showed almost no emotion. His restrained demeanor, coupled with his slightly thin lips, exuded a coldness that blended with a faint air of refined nobility, creating immense pressure on those around him.
The rain was heavy.
It didn't stop until dusk.
Jiang Fanyu stayed on the mountain until dusk when the heavy rain stopped and a sliver of night quietly enveloped the land. Only then did he use a few hidden dry strips of cloth to wrap his wound from the inside out, with a piece of clothing with a tear on the outside covering it so that no one could see what was inside.
If she wanted to carry out her plans at Uncle Nine's mortuary, her tattered and wet clothes were definitely not an option.
Only by buying a new set of clothes can one have a chance of success.
At night, every house in the small town is lit up. With no rain, many food stalls and restaurants along the roadside open for business, lanterns are hung high, and laughter fills the air, making the town look completely different from when it's in the daytime.
The town is so lively.
This greatly reduced Jiang Fan's worries.
Walking down the street, Jiang Fan deliberately avoided the clothing store he had visited during the day and found another store to buy two new outfits. The kind shop owner, seeing that Jiang Fan didn't have a bag to pack his clothes, specially gave him one so that Jiang Fan could pack the other new outfit and carry it on his back.
After thanking the shop owner, Jiang Fan left the store.
The bluestone ground felt solid and firm underfoot, but Jiang Fan felt a sense of unsteadiness. Touching his stomach, which hadn't been filled with food for a day and a night, and feeling somewhat dizzy, Jiang Fan found an inconspicuous restaurant on the street and rented a room for two days for twenty silver dollars. The restaurant also provided a complimentary dinner.
Entering the room,
Upon seeing the soft bed in the room, Jiang Fan, who had been holding on, finally collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.
Aside from the river water, Jiang Fan hadn't eaten a single thing in a day and a night. He had fought two life-or-death battles in this strangely entered world on an empty stomach, and he was already exhausted.
Jiang Fan crawled to the bed, placed his hands on the soft mattress, and smiled.
The dinner provided by the restaurant was a standard meal, so it was served quickly.
Jiang Fan hadn't been lying in bed long when there was a knock on the door. The waiter who came to deliver the food left a bowl of white rice, two small dishes, and a bowl of hot soup before leaving the room.