Chapter 46: Slacking Off, Day 46
Wen Ying unfolded the letter.
The letter was, of course, thrown by Xu Huang, but the signature was Murong Mo’s.
This story in the substitute novel wasn’t much different from other substitute novels.
It’s a typical, “Chasing Wife Crematorium” trope.
In the early stages, Murong Mo liked Wen Ying, but knowing that Wen Ying’s heart wasn’t on him, he chose to let go. Later, by chance, he and Xu Huang became Dao companions. But the one he loved was always Wen Ying. Whenever Wen Ying needed him, Murong Mo would always be available. Xu Huang knew this. She was neither humble nor overbearing, and eventually chose to fake her death.
After Xu Huang’s “death,” Murong Mo immediately began a “red-eyed literature” phase, frantically searching for Xu Huang… In short, on the surface, it’s a story of a man chasing his wife back from the brink.
Xu Huang, of course, wasn’t as simple as she appeared.
Wen Ying was a tool in her path to success. Actually, so was Murong Mo.
She wanted a double harvest in love and cultivation, and she enjoyed the fruits of her labor.
This was the first time Wen Ying saw this letter.
The moment she touched the letter, Wen Ying discovered that Xu Huang had carefully applied a drug to the paper.
Presumably, because Xu Huang still needed Murong Mo’s “purity,” it wasn’t the drug she accidentally gave Xu Tongtong last time due to a lapse in judgment.
Wen Ying’s poison resistance was also maxed out, but the drug Xu Huang used wasn’t poison, nor was it a pill refined by cultivators.
Wen Ying could force it out with her qi, but she felt it was unnecessary.
This stuff only lasts a few hours, and Wen Ying wasn’t afraid of the consequences.
Forcing out poison with qi was similar to inducing vomiting after eating; the latter harms the stomach, and the former harms the body.
Wen Ying was already slacking off; what did she have to fear?
So, Wen Ying continued to open the letter.
The content of the letter was very affectionate.
【Yingying, upon receiving this letter.
Yesterday, seeing Yingying’s defeat in the competition, I couldn’t sleep all night, tossing and turning. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see Yingying’s sad face after losing, causing me heartache and pain.
After hesitating for a day, I still couldn’t restrain my feelings. I know Yingying is sad and has no one to confide in. If Yingying is willing, tonight, at this moment, come to the garden, shall we?
Your senior brother, Murong Mo】
This letter gave Wen Ying goosebumps, almost making her throw the letter away.
Wen Ying just wanted to ask Xu Huang, which eye of hers saw her feeling sad after losing the competition? She didn’t even laugh; how could she be sad?
However, regardless of how saccharine it was, Xu Huang’s purpose was very clear.
Taking advantage of Wen Ying’s loss in the competition and her vulnerability, Xu Huang wanted to achieve the effect of “Wen Ying being very sentimental, calling Murong Mo out for a rendezvous, and crying and throwing herself into Murong Mo’s arms.”
She wanted Murong Mo to think that Wen Ying not only kept using him but was also very fickle.
Wen Ying just smiled at this.
With the original owner’s intelligence, she still knew how to use Murong Mo?
As for being fickle, that was true. The original owner was indeed a hopeless romantic.
Wen Ying casually stuffed the letter into her sleeve and turned to Xia Hei, saying, “Let’s go, we have something to do tonight.”
Wen Ying was, of course, going to the rendezvous.
How could she miss out on a new plot she hadn’t unlocked yet?
But the “something to do” Wen Ying was referring to was definitely not the rendezvous with Murong Mo.
Perhaps because the small garden was always a good place for dates, Xu Huang chose this place as the meeting spot.
The small garden where Wang Xiaole buried the powerful pills.
Since she was already there, she would start digging tonight!
Xia Hei’s house-wrecking skills could finally be put to use.
…
When Wen Ying arrived at the garden, Murong Mo… hadn’t arrived yet.
Perhaps Wen Ying was too excited about the new plot and walked a little too fast.
When Wen Ying turned around after arriving at the garden, Xia Hei was running wildly on all fours, panting heavily.
Wen Ying was very satisfied.
Xia Hei had just finished eating Mapo Tofu for dinner and should run to burn off some energy.
Since Murong Mo hadn’t arrived yet, Wen Ying would take care of the main business first.
“Xia Hei,” Wen Ying rubbed her hands, smiling at Xia Hei.
“Meow… Meow!” Xia Hei had just finished running and rested, seeing Wen Ying’s terrifying smile, knew something was wrong, and the whole cat was backing away.
“Xia Hei, I know you’re very good at destroying things,” Wen Ying said with a smile. “Last time, you dug up a whole mountain into a lunar surface.”
“Meow!” Although Xia Hei didn’t know what the lunar surface was, it certainly wasn’t a good thing!
“So… help me with something,” Wen Ying sounded like she was asking for help. “You heard what Wang Xiaole said this morning.”
“Meow (no)!” Xia Hei was on high alert.
“It’s okay, I’ll dig with you,” Wen Ying patted Xia Hei’s nervous back.
Xia Hei really wanted to refuse.
But…
The owner would dig with him, at least it meant that the owner was finally no longer angry about the previous house-wrecking incident…
The owner was finally in a good mood; he couldn’t upset the owner again!
Xia Hei gritted his cat teeth: “Meow (okay)!”
The digging project of one person and one cat began quickly.
Wen Ying took out a shovel from her sleeve and used her qi to control the shovel to dig.
As for Xia Hei, he used his innate advantage, using his four cat paws to dig with all his might.
Since they couldn’t determine the direction where Wang Xiaole had buried the powerful pills, Wen Ying and Xia Hei could only start from one place and slowly check. Turning over the entire ground at once would be possible, but such a crude action would easily lead to omissions. According to Wang Xiaole’s description, the bottle of powerful pills wasn’t large.
Wen Ying and Xia Hei dug for about a cup of tea’s worth of time and dug a large hole that could accommodate a person.
During this time, Wen Ying and Xia Hei dug up three broken swords, six ruined pills that were now emitting a foul odor due to deterioration, ten ruined talismans, and a pile of miscellaneous small objects. The most absurd thing was a pile of hair.
This wasn’t a garden.
Wen Ying looked at this pile of garbage with extreme disgust.
This was a large garbage dump.
It must be said that Xu Huang’s choice of location was very interesting.
In the dead of night, without moonlight, a man and a woman, having a rendezvous at a garbage dump.
Excessively romantic, even with a certain smell.
Seeing Wen Ying stop, Xia Hei also stopped to rest.
Looking at the shovel in front of Wen Ying, Xia Hei looked down at his own mud-covered paws, mumbled for a long time, and finally cried out in dissatisfaction.
“Meow meow meow meow meow!”
Translated: “Why can you use tools, master, and I can only dig with my paws!”
Xia Hei then began to flatter: “Meow~ meow meow~”
It was a very fawning sound: “Master, give me a shovel too, okay~”
Wen Ying glanced at Xia Hei mercilessly: “You’re a cat, you can’t use it.”
Speaking of which, Xia Hei was unconvinced.
“Meow!”
Although he was a cat, he could also be a human… he could transform into a human, okay!
Xia Hei looked at the convenient shovel in Wen Ying’s hand, then looked down at his poor cat paws, and made up his mind, clenching his cat fists—
After a puff of smoke, Xia Hei turned into a human.
Since there was no one around, it was okay to transform into a human, but…
Wen Ying frowned: “Why didn’t you change your clothes?”
Xia Hei was still in the same ragged clothes he had been wearing when he climbed the mountain.
“Master, you called me so urgently, I didn’t have time…” Xia Hei pouted and immediately used the thirty-six strategies—the “throwing a tantrum” technique! Since his clothes were already dirty and messy, Xia Hei simply ignored everything and rolled around on the ground, coquettishly saying, “Master, just give me a shovel, give me one!”
Here we go again. A typical spoiled child.
But Wen Ying also felt a little soft-hearted. Since it was okay to turn into a human, she might as well give him a shovel…
Just as Wen Ying reached into her sleeve to get another shovel, Murong Mo appeared in the small garden.
Obviously, he had also received the letter sent in Wen Ying’s name and came to the rendezvous.
Murong Mo had thought he would see a heartbroken Wen Ying, but what he saw was… this scene.
Next to Wen Ying was a shovel. Next to the shovel was a large pit big enough to hold a person.
Could it be…?!
Murong Mo used his qi to step on the ground, flew to Wen Ying’s side, and grabbed Wen Ying’s arm: “Yingying, don’t…!”
Murong Mo’s grabbing wasn’t a good thing; his grab happened to grab Wen Ying’s hand holding the shovel.
Fortunately, Wen Ying reacted in time and didn’t send Murong Mo flying ten feet away.
But because of this, Wen Ying’s hand was pulled out.
Along with… uh, the shovel in her hand.
Murong Mo looked at the shovel in Wen Ying’s hand, then at Wen Ying’s unremarkable sleeve, and fell silent for a moment.
Did Yingying really take it out of her sleeve?
Murong Mo had heard of hiding swords and knives in one’s sleeves, but hiding a shovel in one’s sleeve… was the first time he had heard of it.
Moreover, such a large shovel could fit in a sleeve?!
Murong Mo raised his arm and looked at his own sleeve.
What exactly was Yingying…
Murong Mo pulled his sleeve again, confirming that it was absolutely impossible.
But at this moment, this wasn’t the most important thing.
He raised his head and said anxiously, “Yingying, winning or losing doesn’t matter. Don’t do anything stupid!”
Stupid thing?
Wen Ying tilted her head and thought for a moment.
Well, indeed, digging a garbage pit in the middle of the night and having a date on a pile of garbage was pretty stupid.
“Yingying, if you have anything unhappy, just tell me. Don’t… there are so many difficult things in the world, why would it come to the point of death? It’s not worth it, Yingying.” Murong Mo earnestly advised.
Obviously, Murong Mo thought of the pit Wen Ying dug… as Wen Ying digging her own grave.
It’s no wonder Murong Mo thought wrong. Digging such a big pit in the middle of the night was indeed a little strange…
“No, no, you misunderstood…” Wen Ying waved her hand, trying to explain. “I dug this pit, not to bury myself…”
“That’s good. Then why are you…” Hearing this, Murong Mo couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and took a half step back. However, before he finished speaking, a male voice came from under his feet.
“Ah! You stepped on my foot!!”
Murong Mo looked down.
At this moment, he saw someone else lying on the ground.
He was familiar with this person’s face and clothes.
It was the… person from the dungeon that day.
Compared to the way Wen Ying held him in the dungeon, the boy lying flat on the ground, completely at the mercy of others… it was hard not to think wildly.
“Ying, Yingying… you came here to dig a pit at night, is it… because…” Murong Mo’s expression was complicated, and he finally spoke with difficulty.
He had heard that some people in the city sought excitement and played in various ways.
But this…
Wen Ying: …
I told you to change your clothes!!!
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