My Blood Is Mixed in with Theirs
Wuming dragged the corpse back to the city lord's mansion, and with a look of disgust, handed over his black robe and the scimitar in his hand to the person who came to collect the body.
Beneath the distinctive black robe was a very tattered robe, completely concealing the Wuming figure.
Seeing him like this, the corpse collector couldn't help but chuckle, "What, are you afraid of being seen?"
The contempt and sarcasm in his tone were obvious, but Wuming seemed not to hear it. He took his payment and turned to leave.
Behind him, the corpse collector cursed Qi Ingestion: "Who are you trying to impress with that deadpan face all day? You're already doing this kind of work, are you afraid people will see the red lines on your face?"
"Alright, that's enough. He's already pitiful enough Curse," his companion couldn't help but say.
The corpse collector's tone remained as sarcastic as ever. "Pshaw, what's there to pity about him? He's making a living hunting down people like himself!"
The last syllable of those words reached Wuming's ears. He raised his hand and pulled up his hood, covering his exposed eyebrows and eyes as well.
The slum wasn't far away, Wuming quickly returned to his temporary residence.
Having received his reward, he even bought a few spirit fruits this time.
This time, his nephew was faster than him. By the time Wuming arrived home, his nephew was already sitting down with the old man to drink soup.
"Uncle, you're back so late! We've almost finished our soup." The little nephew greeted him warmly, and just as he was about to take the things from Wuming's hands, he stuffed a bright red spiritual fruit into his hand.
The little nephew's eyes widened instantly as he held the spirit fruit. "Uncle, is this for me?"
"Otherwise what?" Wuming retorted irritably.
The little nephew immediately perked up. "Thank you, Uncle!"
He took everything the Wuming man was carrying and followed his uncle to drink soup.
Today's soup was just a plain grass porridge; it was more like a congee than a soup, and it had a bitter taste.
However, none of the three complained; instead, they drank the green paste completely.
Wuming silently finished washing the jar, and soon it was time for his nephew to leave.
As usual, the child holding the jar hesitated for a while before shuffling away, ready to leave.
Seeing this, Wuming called out to him, and under the child's expectant gaze, he handed him a small package wrapped in oil paper.
"Send this to your parents and tell them it's the soup they've been eating these past few days, and thank them for it," Wuming instructed.
The child pursed his lips, but finally accepted it.
He knew very well that he was living such a good life now because his parents loved him and were willing to raise him.
"Uncle, I'm leaving now." The child looked up and called out to Wuming again.
Wuming lowered his eyes and nodded to him, watching his nephew's figure disappear into the slums.
The next moment, Wuming could no longer bear the pain. He blinked weakly, and soon all he could see was darkness.
The old man's anxious shouts still echoed in his ears, but Wuming could hear nothing more.
The eerie red markings finally spread to his brow.
The Household Head Min hurriedly threw on an overcoat and ran out with the steward, asking as they ran, "Are you sure it's two cultivators from another world?"
The Household Head Min emphasized the words "two" and "otherworldly cultivators" with particular force.
The butler nodded to him. "They are a male and a female cultivator from another world. They seem to have an extraordinary air about them, but they don't quite look like medical cultivators... Please wait a bit longer. They are waiting in the front hall; they won't run away."
But how could Household Head Min possibly slow down?
The housekeeper was unaware that when he went to see his grandson with his son this morning, he discovered that the red marks had already appeared on his face!
The red lines are growing so fast that it probably won't be long before they cover the grandson's entire face. Once the red lines reach the center of his eyebrows and form a mark there, the grandson's life will probably be over!
Originally, the Household Head Min was so busy that he couldn't even think of any important person. He even thought that Heavenly Dao had cut off his grandson's only chance of survival. But unexpectedly, the steward suddenly came in to report and mentioned the matter of the important person.
The Household Head Min immediately jumped up from the couch, and without even dressing properly, he went straight to the front hall.
In the front hall, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue were still carefully observing the scenery of the Min residence.
Shopkeeper Zhao, who had just spoken with the steward, returned with a grin. "I have an old acquaintance in the Min family. I finally managed to come here, so I just went to see him."
Neither of them said they believed Shopkeeper Zhao's explanation nor disbelieved it. They simply sat quietly, waiting for the arrival of the Household Head Min.
A series of hurried footsteps quickly broke the silence in the room. Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue exchanged a glance, but before they could say anything to each other, a figure burst into their sight.
"Where are the two cultivators from another world?" The Household Head Min asked in a booming voice as he hurriedly entered the room.
The butler followed behind, about to introduce them, when he saw his master grab the hands of the two guests with tears streaming down his face, his expression so fragile that he didn't seem like the head of the household at all.
"Honorable sir, please, save my poor grandson!"
A mournful voice echoed in the front hall. The steward, who had been chasing after them, paused in his steps, and Shopkeeper Zhao, who was about to reach out to help someone, also froze in mid-air.
This lifelong cry for help seems to be slowly revealing the eight-year-long suffering of the Min Household.
An hour later, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue finally met the legendary Min Household family.
The young master's name is Min Renjie, supposedly because the Household Head Min hoped that the child would grow up to be a kind and outstanding person.
However, it seems that the young master has only met the first half of the expectations.
Although Min Renjie is already eight years old, he looks too thin and weak, even less so than five- or six-year-olds.
When Sang Ying reached out to explore, she could even feel the hard bones on his back.
He frowned slightly, and Madam Min, who was by his bedside, burst into tears.
Seeing this, the Household Head Min also wiped away tears, saying, "This child is suffering. He knows we feel sorry for him, so he doesn't cry out even when he's in pain. Ever since the Curse fully erupted, we've searched for many foods imbued with Spiritual Qi, but Ren Jie continues to grow thinner. Seeing him like this, I've wanted to give up several times."
Jiang Zhuoxue lowered her eyes to look at the child on the bed, remained silent for a moment, and then said to the others in the room, "Could you all please leave for the time being? We need to give Young Master Min a thorough examination."
Madam Min looked up at the Household Head Min, clearly unwilling to leave her son.
But the Household Head Min was so focused on his grandson's survival that he couldn't care less about anything else. He just wanted to grasp at the straw that had been offered to him, and hurriedly pulled at the people around him, saying, "Alright, alright, we'll make way for you two right away, we'll make way for you right away."
He moved quickly; in just a few words, only Sang Ying, Jiang Zhuoxue, and the barely breathing Min Renjie remained in the room.
"What did you find?" Sang Ying asked after everyone else had left the room.
Jiang Zhuoxue did not answer her immediately, but carefully took Min Renjie's slender hand in her hands. Her sharp nails lightly scratched the flesh, and blood immediately welled up.
He lowered his head, sniffed the blood droplets, and his expression immediately turned serious.
"I knew I was right." Jiang Zhuoxue looked up at Sang Ying, "These people afflicted with the Blood Incantation all have my blood mixed in with them!"
A note from the author:
That's all for today.
See you tomorrow~