Sword from the Immortal Mountain

Chapter 22: Revenge, Soul Returns
(After 12 o'clock, the new book is on the first week of the list, I beg for your support!)
The dishevelled old writer came in and stared at Chen Jin with his eyes, "Who are you? How dare you break into a private residence?"

Chen Jin said calmly: "Don't you recognize my old friend?"

"Old friend?"

The old writer was very surprised. He walked around Chen Jin, looking at him and sniffing him like a dog.

But how can one smell it?
Chen Jin said word by word: "Unjust imprisonment, scapegoat."

"you?"

The old writer finally remembered: "It's you!"

Chen Jin nodded: "It's me. Father-in-law, how are you? What brings you here?"

The old writer sat down opposite him and sighed, "That night you asked me to go with you, but I didn't dare to go. Thinking back on it, I felt quite regretful. I have lived my whole life in fear and diligence, but in the end I ended up alone and helpless. Looking back on my half-life of wandering and busyness, I am just like an ox or a horse... No, I am worse than an ox or a horse. I am just a pig or a sheep that is slaughtered and eaten by others!"

As he spoke, he became more emotional and spoke in a stern voice.

Chen Jin's expression was calm: "So?"

"I was wronged!"

The old writer stood up suddenly and almost roared, "I hate it even more! I hate this unfair world where black and white are reversed! I hate the perfidious and evil hearts of people!"

Chen Jin asked, "Do you want revenge?"

After shouting those words, the old writer seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He sat down dejectedly and muttered, "I can't do it, I can't do it..."

Chen Jin looked at him: "If you want, I can help you."

"really?"

The old writer suddenly looked up and said excitedly: "I believe in you and your ability. You will definitely help me get revenge."

As he said this, he prostrated himself on the ground with his hands and knees, and bowed respectfully.

Chen Jin accepted it calmly: "Who is that person?"

The old writer replied: "The person who falsely accused me is a local named 'Ou Hu', who lives in South Lane."

Chen Jin agreed, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll go get his head."

With a flash of his body, he rushed out of the house and jumped over the wall.

It's a dark and windy night, perfect for doing business.

The current time is probably not yet the hour of Hai, so it is considered early.

There is no curfew in Genshui County. On some streets, lights are on and various vendors form night markets. It is not very lively, but there is always some business to do.

When passing by, Chen Jin saw a hawker's stall selling masks of ghosts and gods. They were colorfully drawn and looked quite nice.

He went up and bought a pair of black and white ones.

Ask the boss for directions.

Although the scholar had been to the county town several times before, there were many places he had never been to.

Genshui County is neither big nor small. If you don’t know the way, you will waste your time.

……

Genshui County, Nanxiang, is named because it faces north and south.

In terms of geographical location, this area actually belongs to the corner of the county town, and the residents here are of various types, basically ordinary people.

However, this year, one family has risen rapidly.

His last name is Ou.

The head of the household, Ou Hu, attended a private school for a few years and learned a little bit of reading and writing, but he never took the imperial examination.

In the Daqian Dynasty, the road to the imperial examination was not so easy. Although the young students were not worthy of being on the stage, for many people, it was already a big step.

In fact, it is quite rare for ordinary people to be able to recognize and write words.

Ou Hu is a man with high aspirations but low skills. He is obsessed with getting ahead and becoming rich, so he has done many things. As long as there is profit to be made, he wants to get involved.

However, he did a lot but achieved little. He was over 30 and still hadn't achieved anything. Instead, he made friends with a bunch of bad people and spent all day hanging out in teahouses and pubs, eating and drinking and living a lazy life. His wife tried to persuade him to calm down, do a small business and live an honest life, but she slapped him in the face.

Ou Hu shouted and scolded, "I had my fortune told when I was seven years old. The Taoist priest said that I had a destiny of great wealth and I just needed to take risks. You ignorant woman, you are getting in the way. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will divorce you."

From then on, the woman dared not say a word.

Maybe it was because the Taoist fortune teller was right, or maybe it was just sheer luck, Ou Hu actually came across something rich.

By chance, he got to know a servant of the Zhao family. They had similar interests and became close friends.

This Zhao family is the maiden family of the most favored Concubine Zhao.

It is also the most sought-after and powerful family in Genshui County.

The Zhao family became wealthy thanks to their daughter and rose to prominence overnight. Their rise was so fast that it could be described as "overnight", and their style of doing things was full of the flavor of a nouveau riche.

Ou Hu racked his brains to find a way to advance in the Zhao family. One day when he was listening to a storyteller in a teahouse, he had an idea and finally found an opportunity.

What he heard at that time was the story written by the old writer about "the seductive mandrill that harmed the scholar".

In order to establish their authority, the Zhao family immediately reported the matter to the authorities and arrested the old writer. They charged him with "slandering an important person and committing great disrespect" and put him in death row, awaiting execution.

This is how the whole thing happened.

With such performance, Ou Hu was indeed appreciated by the Zhao family and was qualified to run errands for them.

Working for the powerful is undoubtedly a good job.

In just a few months, Ou Hu made a lot of money and transformed himself in the Nanxiang area from "Ah Hu" to "Lord Tiger", acting like a tyrant and enjoying great glory.

Now that he had money, he demolished his old house and built a new one.

Today is the day we move into our new home.

So they set up a banquet to entertain guests and made a grand celebration.

As the host, Ou Hu drank from noon to night, his face turned red and he looked drunk.

He really couldn't stand it anymore, so he apologized to the guests and went to the toilet.

It's a dark and windy night, but there's a lantern outside the thatched hut, casting a bright light.

Ou Hu couldn't help it and started to ejaculate directly outside the toilet.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and he looked up, and saw a hideous ghost face, like a soul-collecting messenger from the underworld...

Half a minute later, someone found Ou Hu's body. He was lying on the ground with his head missing. It was a very horrifying sight.

Screams spread immediately.

……

Inside the remote little courtyard, everything was quiet and dark.

Chen Jin came back, took off the mask on his face, went back into the house, and placed the head in front of the old writer.

"It's him, that despicable fellow!"

The old writer recognized it and was very excited.

I can still clearly remember the time when Ou Hu made false accusations and slandered me in court, using vicious words.

For a moment, she couldn't hold back her tears and bowed down to Chen Jin: "Sir, you are truly a chivalrous man."

Chen Jin sighed softly: "Now that my revenge has been achieved, my wish has been fulfilled. Please go back home and don't do anything weird to scare people."

The old writer said respectfully, "I will follow your wishes, sir. I am leaving now."

He went out with the head in his hands, and when he got outside, he fell to the ground and burned it to death.

Where are the old writers?

All that was left on the ground was an old and tattered prison uniform.

(End of this chapter)