Chapter 9: The Ninth Pig

Snow fell heavily.

In Wufang City.

A Death Servant wearing a demon mask knelt on the cold blue brick floor.

Before him was a study room. A slender green stem of aquatic plant slanted through the window. On the wall hung a portrait of a beauty, but her face was left blank.

Apart from that, the room was almost devoid of decoration or valuables.

For the island master of Wuhuan Island, the entire room appeared rather simple and unadorned.

Shen Que, dressed in a water-like blue robe, bent over writing.

His aura was not fierce but gentle, yet the Death Servant felt nothing but fear in the profound silence, suppressing even his breath, careful and cautious.

“Speak.”

“We have identified the young lady. She lives in Shiba Jiawa, Wujiahe Town, East Island, surname Weng, given name Weng Zhenzhen. Her family consists of a father, mother, a younger sister, and a younger brother. They make their living by fishing.”

“Weng Zhenzhen.”

He bit those three words between his lips.

Shen Que recalled how she had unwaveringly insisted she was called “He Cuihua,” and a faint smile curved his lips.

“On the twentieth of last month, a sixty-year-old man named Ge Liu from the neighboring village proposed marriage to her. Her parents agreed and accepted the betrothal gifts, but Miss Weng was unwilling to marry, so she ran away from home.”

“Because she could not be found, Ge Liu caused a scene twice, forcibly took back the betrothal gifts, and declared that if Miss Weng did not return within seven days, he would break off the marriage and spread rumors that she was a loose woman, forcing her to become his concubine.”

Shen Que’s brush never paused; he seemed amused: “Concubine?”

“Yes.” The Death Servant lowered his head further, hesitating before asking, “Should I… deal with Ge Liu?”

He made a slashing gesture.

“No need.”

Finishing the last stroke, Shen Que placed his brush on the inkstone: “Go and reveal Miss Weng’s current whereabouts to her parents and to Ge Liu. Also, help Ge Liu hire a few thugs.”

The Death Servant was stunned but replied, “...Yes.”

The most important report was complete, yet he lingered without leaving.

Shen Que looked up: “Is there anything else?”

The Death Servant appeared hesitant: “Today, five Crane Guards were publicly slain, and the killer released a cartload of human livestock.”

Shen Que said, “Only a few Crane Guards died. Is such a trivial matter worth reporting to me?”

The Death Servant thought, as expected.

But being a subordinate was like this: the superior might not want your report, but you must report to your superior.

Otherwise, if something happened, it would be your responsibility.

He had only heard a rough outline of the incident, lacking details, so prudently he asked, “Should we try to recruit the killer?”

“Should I recruit every stray dog and cat?”

Shen Que spread a fresh sheet of paper and began to paint the same portrait of the beauty.

“Just a reckless fool. Since he dared to attack in public, he must have some foundation on Wuhuan Island.”

He said calmly, “Break all four limbs, throw him off a cliff, and kill him outright.”

—

The boy named Ah Heng settled into Li Zhenzhen’s wooden cabin.

Li Zhenzhen did not make him change into female clothes, nor did she truly make him change his name.

After all, she only needed someone who could play the female lead at any time during mission releases.

Whether this person was male or female, old or young, was unimportant.

If the main system was willing to accept a random chicken as the female lead, Li Zhenzhen thought that was fine too.

After all, it was much easier to carry a chicken to the plot point than a person.

After changing the male lead’s dressing, Li Zhenzhen put on the fishing woman’s father’s old coat she had picked up yesterday.

Her long hair was originally intended to be styled in a masculine way, but Li Zhenzhen only knew how to tie a ponytail.

After two attempts, Ah Heng couldn’t bear it anymore. Using his fingers to smooth her temples, he helped her tie a masculine topknot.

“Thank you,” Li Zhenzhen said as she stood up. “What’s wrong with your ears?”

Ah Heng replied, “...I was picking some snow fleas to feed the chickens just now. The wind was strong and made them red.”

“Feed fewer chickens; it’s okay if they go hungry for a couple of meals,” Li Zhenzhen advised. “Besides, fleas are very nutritious. Don’t give them all to the chickens; we can eat some ourselves.”

“...Rest assured, Madam.”

Although the food shortage eased somewhat, the antibiotics soon ran out.

That night, the male lead developed a high fever.

Li Zhenzhen caught the chickens roosting on the beams and put them back in their coop, instructing Ah Heng to change the male lead’s medicine every two hours. She then took a knife and left the house.

She was gone for a full day and night.

When she returned, she carried a bundle on her back, covered in bloodstains, with two bruised handprints on her neck.

“Did you get into a brawl?”

The system jumped out from the chicken coop, a few feathers stuck to its head, and circled Li Zhenzhen in shock.

“I ran into a few lunatics who inexplicably wanted to gang up on me. It took some time to sort them out.”

Li Zhenzhen’s tone was light, as if she had casually knocked down a few thugs on the road.

In truth, she had encountered more than thirty masked experts.

She had wanted to try unleashing the skill from the second male cultivator she had killed, and spent the entire night battling these demon-masked men.

Li Zhenzhen remembered the original story’s setting.

The ghost masks and Crane Guards were the Death Servants of Shen Que, the island master of Wuhuan Island.

The only two differences were: first, the Crane Guards operated openly, the ghost masks in secret.

Second, the Crane Guards were the private guards of the previous island master, inherited from father to son, not entirely obedient to Shen Que.

But the ghost masks were personally trained Death Servants of Shen Que.

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