I have some things to take care of, so I need to take a day off!
Speaking of which, I've updated 269,543 words this month, so taking a day off isn't too much to ask, is it?
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Chapter 6 The Female Ghost (6.2k)
The sixth day since I traveled here.
Xiao Ning and Ren Tingting traveled from Europe to Renjia Town, flying through the clouds.
The living room of the Xiao residence.
Xiao Ning sat at the head of the table, drinking tea, while Ren Fa and Lin Fengjiao sat at the lower table. Ren Tingting chattered on about her experiences in Europe.
"Those white people were all very tall, with blue eyes and curly hair. Some had blond, some had brown, and some had burgundy hair—there were many different colors..."
"But they were all unhygienic; the streets were covered in excrement and stank everywhere, yet they were used to it..."
"As far as the eye can see, there are factories everywhere, no farmland. Farmers have been forced into factories, becoming workers who are exploited and have to work more than ten hours a day for meager wages..."
"Their living conditions are terrible. They only eat black bread and drink coffee and milk every day. There are no rice or vegetables..."
"…………"
Finally, Ren Tingting sighed, "Luckily, I didn't study abroad back then, otherwise, with these living conditions, I'm afraid I would have been driven crazy long ago!"
As Ren Fa and Lin Fengjiao listened to her story, it was as if a long scroll had been unfurled before their eyes, depicting in detail everything about Europe, its customs and traditions.
However, the picture was not so beautiful, and it was completely different from what they had heard before.
"So, foreign countries aren't any better than China?"
Ren Fa opened his mouth, his face full of admiration.
Lin Fengjiao nodded vigorously, clearly realizing after hearing Ren Tingting's story that what she had heard before was all lies.
Xiao Ning held up his teacup, skimmed off the foam with the lid, and said with a smile, "If they were living so well, why would they travel thousands of miles to my China? Wouldn't it be more comfortable for them to bask in the sun and drink tea every day in their hometown?"
"It's precisely because they couldn't make a living in their home country that they were forced to wander around looking for opportunities!"
"Their country is small and their people are weak. They are born with the nature of robbers. When they came to my vast and boundless land of China, they became envious and wanted to seize it for themselves, plundering China's resources and land!"
"Thousands of years ago, gunpowder was introduced to foreign countries, which enabled them to develop firearms technology, making them even more powerful and allowing them to defeat China without any resistance, resulting in repeated defeats and losses."
"After discovering that China was not as powerful as they had imagined, they became even more arrogant, with various countries attempting to carve up China's land!"
"His wolfish ambitions are obvious to everyone!"
"What's hateful is that Sun Yat-sen is all talk and no action, and he's incompetent at governing the country. A few years ago, he ceded power to Yuan Shikai. This man is ambitious, and within a few years, the country will undergo tremendous changes. At that time, the country will fall into warlordism, and the people will suffer greatly and never have peace!"
It is now the spring of the third year of the Republic of China, which is April 1914 in the Gregorian calendar.
The land of China is about to fall into more than thirty years of chaos, and Xiao Ning feels very uncomfortable whenever he thinks about this.
It's not that he doesn't want to change this situation; with his strength, he can almost be described as a mobile human nuclear bomb in this mortal world.
If he were to harden his heart, which of the Western powers could stop his slaughter?
Even if we don't exterminate the entire population of a country, it would be absolutely easy to cause the collapse of a country's governing system.
However, Xiao Ning dared not.
After the thought popped into his mind, a thought arose in his mind: he absolutely could not do it, otherwise he would surely die without a burial place.
Xiao Ning didn't understand but felt impressed.
Although he didn't know why, he knew that at his level, he would never act on a whim without a reason; it must be a warning from his mind, suggesting that he shouldn't do that.
After much deliberation, he abandoned this rebellious, audacious, and immature idea, deciding to stay put and not risk his life.
Taking a sip of tea, and noticing that the three below remained silent, Xiao Ning smiled and said, "National affairs are not of much concern to us. I'm just feeling a bit sentimental! By the way, nothing major happened during our two days away, did it?"
Upon hearing his words, Ren Fa paused in stroking his beard, his expression becoming somewhat unnatural. Could it be that we've spent two days in fear and trepidation? That's simply outrageous!
"Senior, this junior was just about to report!"
Lin Fengjiao quickly stood up and said, "After returning from the relocation of the grave that day, I chose to place the old master's coffin at the mortuary, and then find a suitable burial site and choose an auspicious day for the final burial."
"Unexpectedly, that very night, the feng shui master returned and secretly entered the mortuary, intending to steal the old master's body. He was discovered by the younger generation and fought a fierce battle with the zombies he brought!"
"Unexpectedly, the zombie was no match for me and actually escaped on its own. Then, I was caught off guard and the feng shui master slipped away!"
"I failed to keep that feng shui master; please punish me, senior!"
After speaking, Lin Fengjiao gave an apologetic bow.
Hearing Lin Fengjiao boast about fighting three hundred rounds, Ren Fa curled his lip and remained silent.
Xiao Ning raised an eyebrow, but did not blame him. Since this feng shui master dared to come to his door, he must have some skills.
"Let me take a look..."
With a thought, the Yin spirit in his Niwan Palace spread out in an overwhelming manner, one mile, two miles, five miles, ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles, fifty miles, until one hundred miles.
Centered on his own location, everything within a hundred miles appeared in his field of vision like a satellite cloud map under the scan of his spiritual sense.
It was as if he had an extra eye, or as if he had a god's-eye view; nothing within a hundred miles could escape Xiao Ning's grasp.