Chapter 57

“Husband, my horns, it hurts…”

Not to mention others, even Kang Congshuang was taken aback. She looked at the pitiful girl stretching her head in front of her with a complicated expression. However, due to the girl’s special identity, she hesitated to remove the veil for her.

Seeing Kang Congshuang hesitate, the girl called out again, “Husband, my horns hurt,” while reaching for Kang Congshuan’s hand and placing it on her own head.

Helplessly, Kang Congshuang released her Wood Spirit power towards the slightly raised veil, saying, “You can’t call me ‘husband’; it’s not right.”

The Wood Spirit power was gentle and had a soothing effect. It easily alleviated the pain on the girl’s head, and her expression gradually softened, with both her body and mind relaxing. Hearing Kang Congshuang’s words, she perplexedly asked, “Why is it not right?”

Yue Xiaomeng spoke up, “Because Senior Sister Kang is a woman, she can’t be called ‘husband’!”

The girl’s eyes spun around, and she looked at Yue Xiaomeng, “Then how should I address her?”

Yue Xiaomeng replied, “You can call her ‘madam’, ‘lady’ is also fine.”

The girl fell silent for a moment, still not quite grasping it. Her father and mother had told her that whoever could make her horns not hurt would be her husband.

She looked at Kang Congshuan, thinking that she was the one who made her horns not hurt, so she should be her ‘husband.’

The girl repeated, “Husband.”

Yue Xiaomeng: “…”

Qu Panyan: “…” This child is a bit difficult to teach.

Kang Congshuang said, “You can’t call me ‘husband’; it’s a serious matter for a lifetime. You can’t be so casual about it. If your parents find out, they will be angry too.”

The girl was momentarily stunned, then half-understanding and half-confused, she asked, “But they told me that whoever makes my horns not hurt will be my husband… Why would they be angry?”

Kang Congshuang totally didn’t expect this response: “…” She patiently explained, “Even if they told you that, I don’t like it and I don’t agree with it, so you can’t call me that, understand?”

“You don’t like it?” The girl seemed to have grasped the point. “Then will you be angry?”

If you get angry, does that mean you won’t take care of my horns anymore?

Kang Congshuang noticed she had some reaction to this and said, “Yes.”

The girl panicked for a moment and hastily said, “Then I won’t call you that anymore. Please don’t be angry, and please take care of my horns…”

Sometimes, she would also make her father and mother angry, and then they would ignore her. She didn’t want to make her ‘husband’ angry because if she got angry, she would ignore her and wouldn’t take care of her anymore.

But the pain in her horns was real…so painful that she wanted to cry.

Kang Congshuang said a word of acknowledgement and then earnestly tried her best to alleviate the pain for her.

Qu Panyan couldn’t help but ask, “…Who is this?” Ms. Kang?

It seems like she’s not quite like a normal person?

Upon hearing this, the girl obediently pointed at herself and answered, “I’m called Ling’er.” Then she turned to Kang Congshuang and said, “The pain is gone, thank you, umm…”

She hesitated.

Kang Congshuang withdrew her hand and said, “My surname is Kang, my name is Congshuang.”

Ling’er quickly followed, “Thank you, Ah Shuang.”

Kang Congshuang turned to Qu Panyan and said, “I’ll explain her situation to you later. Let’s deal with the matter at hand first.”

Qu Panyan nodded and removed the sound barrier. Suddenly, Ling’er paused in place, her small and round nose twitched lightly, and her slender eyebrows furrowed with some displeasure. She said, “It smells bad…”

Just as she finished speaking, a thick black color crawled up on both sides of the grayish-white walls, snaking forward like two dark rivers, and finally converged in front of them into a man—a man who looked like a dead person—Yuan Qijun!

His eyes were dark and devoid of any whites, filled with a lifeless aura. His long, straight, black hair cascaded down without any adornments, making his pale, gaunt face appear even more sallow and eerie, giving off an oppressive and eerie vibe.

He lifted his eyelids, glanced at them with a deathly gaze, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and smiled in an extremely creepy manner. “What are you naughty kids whispering about?”

Even if he stood still, he emitted a terrifying aura that made everyone constantly worried for their lives.

Qu Panyan suddenly felt that compared to this elder brother, all horror movies seemed mild!

The main question was, why did he show up early?!

They had planned to evacuate the townspeople first, gather them for protection, and then have Su Lingyu personally confront Yuan Qijun. But he appeared ahead of schedule, completely disrupting their plan.

Yuan Qijun lifted his slender fingers, and a viscous, deep-black liquid appeared on the flat ground, finally transforming into a person—An Cheng.

Qu Panyan only realized what the term “ragdoll” meant when she saw it with her own eyes.

Yuan Qijun did sew him up, but the stitching wasn’t done carefully at all.

Only his facial features were stitched together properly, probably for the sake of recognizing him as An Cheng. As for the other areas, Yuan Qijun stitched them up haphazardly, filling the gaps with weeds and using coarse and uneven threads. The positions of the left and right hands were stitched in the wrong places, and the whole body seemed about to fall apart, with even the heels facing forward.

Qu Panyan had to admit that this scene was highly impactful, even causing her to frown uncomfortably.

Ling’er, seeing An Cheng’s lifeless body, covered her nose and stepped back, looking uneasy.

It’s so smelly…

Yuan Qijun smiled faintly at them. “Aren’t you going to continue playing? Weren’t you thrilled when you were chasing after him earlier?”

Qu Panyan’s eyes widened for a moment. So, Yuan Qijun hadn’t been holding back; he had been toying with Yue Xiaomeng and the others all along!

Seeing no response from them, Yuan Qijun’s expression suddenly darkened, and he said ominously, “Children who don’t answer others are not good children, you know…”

“But children who don’t casually respond to perverted words are definitely good children.”

Another voice sounded out of thin air, and everyone looked up to see an extraordinary and elegant woman in black standing on the rooftop—Lou Wuhua.

Lou Wuhua gracefully landed in front of Qu Panyan and the others, blocking them from Yuan Qijun. Qu Panyan couldn’t help but feel delighted and exclaimed, “Sect Master!”

Lou Wuhua turned her head, giving her a kind smile, and then looked at Yuan Qijun with a changed expression. “After all these years, you’ve become even more perverted, preying even on children.”

Yuan Qijun’s face turned cold. “How could it be you, Lou Wuhua? Where is my Yu’er?”

He became furious. “I want Yu’er, not you!”

Lou Wuhua waved her hand nonchalantly. “Don’t be so agitated. I don’t want you either.” She glanced at An Cheng and shook her head disapprovingly. “After all these years, your skills have become so rusty.”

Yuan Qijun snorted coldly. “He’s not worthy.”

Daring to touch Yu’er, he didn’t deserve the best corpse-sewing technique. He deserved to be stitched together carelessly!

“Only Yu’er is worthy…” Yuan Qijun moved his fingers slightly, and a black mist appeared beside him, converging into another person—Su Lingyu.

The onlookers gaped at the “Su Lingyu” beside him. With the same eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, it was as if she were Su Lingyu’s identical twin. If they didn’t know that Su Lingyu had no family, they would have suspected that the person before them was her identical twin!

Clear and bright sunlight poured down, and on the face of “Su Lingyu,” a hidden radiance shimmered, making her look sacred and beautiful.

With just one glance, Lou Wuhua immediately recognized the silver moon thread on “Su Lingyu’s” face. It was a peerless treasure, a thread that was delicate, smooth, and as radiant as clear moonlight. Extremely rare, far surpassing the threads on An Cheng’s body.

He used the best thread in the world to sew a “Su Lingyu”…

Lou Wuhua’s expression turned serious. “How many people have you killed?”

How many people were killed to sew together a “Su Lingyu”?

In that moment, Qu Panyan and the others suddenly realized that all those innocent women had died for this one “Su Lingyu,” for his perverted desire!

Yuan Qijun, with a look of infatuation, embraced “Su Lingyu” and softly murmured by the ear that was carved from someone else’s body, “Only Yu’er can.”

Instantly, a burst of cold air erupted, and frost and snow enveloped the surroundings, covering everything in blinding white ice. A frigid sword light broke through the air and shot straight toward Yuan Qijun.

Yuan Qijun’s eyes gleamed with madness. Excitedly, he moved his fingers, and An Cheng’s stiff corpse suddenly flew forward. With a “swoosh” sound, the Thousand Frost Sword pierced through An Cheng’s lifeless body.

The next moment, a hand as pure as jade gripped the sword’s hilt. Su Lingyu’s gaze turned cold, and with a flick of her wrist, she directly swung the sword, cleaving the half-dead, half-alive An Cheng into two pieces!

Using An Cheng as a shield, Yuan Qijun blocked Su Lingyu’s sudden attack. Upon seeing her, he was overjoyed. “Yu’er, you have come to see me!”

“I prepared a gift for you, specially to vent your anger,” he said, looking at the broken An Cheng. “It’s alright, I can sew him back together. As long as you enjoy slashing him.”

This wretch dared to defile his Yu’er when he was alive? He even dared to publicly reject his Yu’er?

Then, he naturally had to be responsible for making his Yu’er feel happy by venting her anger—even if it meant death!

Su Lingyu stood tall and imposing, her face as cold as frost, holding the icy and radiant Thousand Frost Sword in front of everyone, displaying an awe-inspiring might that was as insurmountable as towering mountains.

Su Lingyu didn’t turn around. “Take them away.”

Lou Wuhua replied, “Alright.”

After all, she was the one Su Lingyu called to take care of the children.

Turning back to Qu Panyan and the others, she reverted to the appearance of a kind class teacher when facing her juniors, leading them away with a gentle smile.

Seeing the appearance of their sect master, the disciples of the Xianmeng Sect initially wanted to stay and share the burden with her, but their intentions were blocked by her remark, “Staying here would only cause trouble for me.”

Qu Panyan also said, “We still have a mission to complete quickly. Let’s not distract the sect master. Let’s go!”

Although Kang Congshuang wanted to personally take down the killer, she understood that they couldn’t act rashly in such a critical situation—since Su Lingyu wanted to handle it herself, they, as disciples, shouldn’t recklessly intervene.

Kang Congshuang also added, “Let’s go and not cause trouble for the Sect Master.”

However, as they turned around, a sudden black wind swept around them, forming a massive enclosure that trapped them completely.

Yuan Qijun gazed at Su Lingyu and chuckled softly, “Yu’er, I’m afraid they can’t leave.”

Lou Wuhua smiled faintly and conjured a golden-black fan in her palm, her clothes fluttering gracefully. “Then you really underestimate me.”

Yuan Qijun looked at her with a somewhat disgusted expression, then turned his gaze to the silent Su Lingyu, feeling suddenly impatient—this Lou Wuhua woman was truly annoying!

The layers of black air suddenly dissipated, and the alleyway reappeared in front of them.

“Leave quickly then, don’t be a nuisance here,” Yuan Qijun changed his mind with great displeasure.

Qu Panyan: “…”

For a moment, she didn’t know where to start with her complaints.

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