Chapter 2, A Visitor at Midnight

Just as I was about to say something, I was interrupted by a square-faced man behind me.

Yasha could not be bothered to pay attention to the tension and unease that arose within her. In her eyes, the little girl before her was merely an inexperienced child who had not seen much of the world. Some matters are inherently difficult to articulate, and saying more would not be effective; why waste unnecessary words

The wretched girl curses herself all day long; she is already unfortunate, and hearing such words every day makes it difficult for her to change her luck

Beneath the large tree on the hillside, a figure lazily reclines on a specially arranged bamboo bed, the green shade shielding it from the glaring sunlight, providing protection for the small figure. Although the cool bamboo bed is hard and uneven, it is still a better treasure for alleviating the heat compared to a stuffy room. Occasionally, a gentle breeze sweeps by, offering much more comfort and ease than the continuous effort of alternating hands to fan with a paper fan.

Did the young lady save someone two days ago

I am not!" Yasha gently opened her mouth, noticing a hint of doubt on the delicate man's face, and then asked with a touch of sarcasm, "Are you?"

He will not come. Even if he does, he will not look for you. He waved his hand impatiently, signaling Xiao Qing to go back. With such serious injuries, it will take at least ten days to half a month to recover, so at least during this time, it will be peaceful.

But miss, will that person come back? Suddenly a man appeared, and he was so severely injured, we still don't know if he is dead or alive, and then he suddenly vanished again. This seems too unbelievable. Could it really be that the house is haunted, which is why it is so mysterious?

With another disdainful cold snort, Yasha walked out of the room without looking back, no longer caring about the other party's injuries, clearly indicating a willingness to let the other party fend for themselves.

Although there is no sense of danger, it seems rather unusual for someone to knock on the door in the dead of night... Her humble dwelling is quite remote...

Oh. Seeing her nonchalant demeanor, which seemed to indicate that she was unconcerned, Xiao Qing could only suppress the unease in her heart. After a weak response, she had no choice but to return to her own tasks.

Creak!

The fleeting surprise that passed through the eyes of the two men did not escape her sharp gaze

However, judging by the man's attire and skills, he is likely a killer or something of the sort, which does not concern her much. After all, she comes from a modern underworld background. If it weren't for her fickle father changing his mind at the last minute, she would have already become the leader of the underworld alongside Tushu. In terms of skills, there are not many in the gang who can surpass her.

In a single sentence, the delicate man’s expression flashed with a moment of embarrassment, and a hint of cold light appeared in his dark eyes, revealing his displeasure with Ye Sha's roundabout words

Miss, something is wrong

Miss, something is wrong...

From a distance, Ye Sha heard the loud calls of Xiao Qing coming from the foot of the hill. She couldn't help but slightly furrow her elegant brows, lazily opened her eyes, and cast an impatient glance down the slope. She then withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes to continue her light slumber.

In the sweltering and oppressive summer heat, even the slightest movement can induce perspiration. Lounging lazily in the shade of a lush tree is a daily ritual for Yasha. At first glance, her dark complexion might seem like the unfortunate result of years spent under the scorching sun, but little do people know that she is quite pleased with her sun-kissed appearance. Firstly, her face resembles that of someone who has applied sunscreen; even under direct sunlight, her original skin tone remains untouched. Secondly, she genuinely hopes to lead a simpler life. Why fear being unattractive? After all, she has no intention of getting married, nor does she ever wish to become someone else's wife in this monotonous ancient world.

Hearing the increasingly close sounds of panting and cries, Ye Sha's long and beautiful eyebrows furrowed into two curved little worms. What kind of girl is this? She is quite efficient in her work, but why does she speak so unpleasantly?

The two uneventful days quickly passed in Yasha's lazy state, day and night. In the stillness of the deep night, when the sound of insects chirping joyfully filled the air, what she enjoyed the most was not sleeping, but taking a bath.

This man not only lacks gratitude but also intends to take action against her. Had I known last night, I would have disposed of his remains in the wilderness to feed the wild dogs. It is simply asking for trouble

He is originally a stranger; saving him has already broken my own principles. Could it be that he still has the audacity to stay in my house without leaving?

She began practicing martial arts at the age of three, having trained in Taekwondo, Shaolin Kung Fu, Judo, Western boxing, and even in the use of darts and hidden weapons. Which of these did she not master? She has even participated in underground boxing matches; in this society of assassins, no matter how skilled one is, she would not regard them highly.

"Is the young lady the owner of this small courtyard?" One of the rather handsome men stepped forward and asked first, his pitch-black eyes openly scrutinizing Ye Sha, his words seemingly polite yet carrying an imposing aura

Not good? She is the one who is not good! Her entire family is not good!

Moreover, the oppressive heat made her completely disinterested in trivial matters, as she only thought of "a calm mind naturally brings coolness," allowing herself to pass the sweltering summer in this place without air conditioning or fans, to avoid developing heat rash and having to spend money on those unbearable and unappetizing traditional Chinese medicines.

It is truly not cost-effective to have invited such a person after spending money

Is she out of her mind, spending money to hire someone to specifically curse herself

As soon as the belt was unfastened, a sound came from the old wooden door. From the knocking, she could tell that the person was not in a hurry, so she leisurely fastened her belt and walked displeased towards the large wooden door

Let Xiao Qing fetch water from the well for bathing, then she sent her to bed while she herself prepared to enjoy the moonlight and plan to spend this hot and bothersome night in the cool water

Even if that person comes again, if trouble is to be found, it will be her trouble, and she is not afraid. At worst, she could sell the house, sell the jade pendant, and find a quiet place to live. This desolate place has the only advantage of not requiring an ID wherever one goes, and no one will come to check the household registration. Unlike in modern cities, where there are people everywhere, it is too easy to change to a deserted place. At worst, she could darken her skin, make herself look like an African, so that those who have seen her would avoid her, and then there would be no trouble at all.

Since we are not acquaintances, why show such a look of surprise

"If it’s gone, then it’s gone. What’s the big deal?" Yasha didn’t even bother to open her eyes, lying lazily on the bamboo bed without moving an inch, appearing completely unconcerned.

"Miss... that person... has disappeared..." Xiao Qing ran up from the slope, hunching her body and panting heavily, not even having time to wipe the large drops of sweat from her forehead and the sides of her nose, nervously pointing towards the place where they were staying

The man's aura was overly complex and imposing; she could tell at a glance that he was not a good-natured person, nor was he the type to be easily bullied. She had a vague feeling that he would cause her trouble, but what was there to fear? She was not a soft persimmon to be squeezed at will

"What are you doing knocking on my door?" Outside the door stood two tall men. By the light of the moon, Yasha could tell that their attire was not that of the local villagers. Their black hair was meticulously styled into a bun atop their heads. Although their simple gray robes were unremarkable, the clean and tidy fabric was clearly not made of ordinary coarse linen.