Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 273 Not serious

About half an hour after Chen Xuan left, his good neighbor slowly woke up.

Although she was called a neighbor, in fact, she had been guarding his house for free for so many years. If it weren't for the many haunted incidents she caused, this deserted house would have been bought by someone long ago, and with the renovation, they would not be able to hide in their secret space underground.

In the pitch-black environment, she woke up and instantly thought of something. She turned over and took a defensive posture.

'Am I back at home? But I clearly remember fainting outside and someone brought me back!' This thought popped into her mind, and she was suddenly shocked, with all the hairs on her body standing up.

He was totally unaware of it, and his hiding place was exposed!

Not to mention that she was able to barely see in the dark, she was also very familiar with her residence and knew she had returned there even with her eyes closed.

After waking up, she did not, like most girls, immediately check whether she had been assaulted or anything unusual. Instead, she was alert to her surroundings, fearing that someone might suddenly appear.

But when she looked carefully, she found that there was no one else in the residence except herself.

Then the first thing she thought of was to leave here, leave this exposed hiding place, and never come back, instead of worrying about how she came back or who sent her back.

As soon as she started to move, she realized something was wrong and stopped herself from leaving.

"My injuries have healed? Those two difficult internal forces that nearly killed me have disappeared, and my internal injuries have almost completely recovered. If I practice cultivation immediately, my skills will even improve!"

She wasn't in the habit of mumbling to herself, and even the thought that popped into her mind was incredible. The person who sent her back was helping her heal her injuries? And he also gave her some pills?
This recovery is too fast. What kind of cultivation or magic medicine can have such an effect?

Although she had fallen into a coma before, judging from her own experience, the coma time was definitely no more than an hour.

Then she began to check herself. Her clothes were intact and there was nothing abnormal about her body. She had not been violated.

As a killer, her body is also a weapon for killing. Although she is over 30 years old and still a virgin, and has never used her body to hunt targets, she does not care whether she is violated or not. It is just a subconscious behavior of a girl. After all, she is a killer without emotions, so there is no idea of ​​repaying the favor by giving herself to someone who saved her life. Even if there is, it is just wishful thinking.

She temporarily suppressed the idea of ​​leaving. Having lived on the edge of life for years, she quickly calmed down and was not startled.

Noticing that there were some things on the table that did not belong to her, she had an idea that they were left by the person who saved her, so she lit a candle and went forward to check. The first thing that caught her eye was the letter left by Chen Xuan.

Originally, out of a killer's instinctive defensiveness, she shouldn't touch anything that suddenly appeared, but considering that if the other party wanted to kill her, he would use other means, she picked up the letter without hesitation and read it.

"Hello, my beautiful neighbor. We have been neighbors for seven years now, but we have never said hello, let alone visited each other. This neighborhood relationship is really sad. It reminds me of my hometown (crossed out). I have gone off topic. Anyway, I see that you are very busy. I guess you don’t have time to deal with neighborhood relations with all the time you are going in and out. So I haven’t bothered you for many years. Moreover, I think you are quite cold, the kind of coldness without any emotion. You look at people and things as if you are considering stabbing them. I guess you are not easy to get along with. I won’t bother you with my warm face. I don’t mean any harm. Don’t call me a pervert or something. It’s just a description…"

When she saw this, her unchanging cold expression miraculously curled up into a smile. She subconsciously twisted her waist to look at the curve of her full and round buttocks, spat softly, and said that she was not a lecher, but she actually said that she wanted to stick her face to it. Bah, shameless, how could she stick her face to it? Aren't you ashamed?

She squeezed her legs together for some reason and continued looking down.

"...We've been neighbors for seven years, and I don't even know your name. What a failure! It doesn't really matter. I won't introduce myself. I'm gone now and won't be coming back. Just treat me like I don't exist, just like before."

"You must be a killer, right? I've seen you running around all these years. Even without deliberately prying into your privacy, it's not hard to guess your profession from observing you occasionally. It's normal for someone with such a profession to have a cold face all year round. In fact, if you have the chance, you should buy a mirror and smile at yourself. You must look very beautiful when you smile. I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"Originally, I was about to leave, and I had no contact with you. I had no intention of saying hello to you, just like I have never existed to you. But today I came over to pack up and saw you collapsed, so I helped you out. It can be considered that we have interacted, so I thought I should say hello to you."

"You're actually quite funny. I'm not making fun of you on purpose. I've often seen you pretending to be a ghost and scaring people over the years, and I've almost laughed out loud many times. Not to mention, even eating sunflower seeds while watching you scare people is quite delicious, and it goes really well with rice." "Tsk, I've written so much without realizing it. My tiny handwriting is pretty good, isn't it? Unfortunately, it can't compare to the handwriting of some freak scroll kings. I'm so depressed."

"We've been neighbors for so many years, so I'll give you some gifts before we part. On the table, there are some for healing, some for improving your skills, some for poison and some for sleeping pills. I've given a brief description on the bottles; they should be of some use to you."

"Actually, I think you should change your career if you have the chance. Being a killer is quite dangerous. I often see you coming back injured, and you almost died this time. Luckily I met you, otherwise you might have really died. That's all I say. It's up to you whether you listen or not."

"I've thought about it and there's nothing much to say. So, let's just leave it at that. I wish you all the best. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to mention that in the yard well, 'opposite your house', look carefully at the stone with a crack. You can take it down. I usually live in there, and we live door to door. There are some tools and herbs I left in there. I'll give them to you. Do with them as you please. You can definitely get in. After all, I've seen you burrowing into the ground like a mouse countless times. I left the pills on the table for you. I think you can tell that I'm an alchemist. That's all. Your strange neighbor who doesn't exist and doesn't want to reveal his name left..."

After reading the letter, the killer sister was silent for a long time. After a moment, she said speechlessly: "There's something wrong with you. The words are so small that I can hardly read them clearly. Can you write bigger? If one piece of paper can't finish it, can't you write on a few more? I'm short of this little paper."

Except when she was on a mission, she almost always stayed in a hidden place underground, so her eyesight was slightly affected over time. This was not something that could be solved by the level of her cultivation. After all, it was not a disease, but an adaptive change brought about by environmental factors.

In fact, she was feeling quite confused at the moment, with horror, bewilderment, fear and sudden realization... but none of it showed on her face.

I actually have a neighbor? And I haven't noticed his existence. Judging from the content, it's not difficult to infer that he is a man. And we have been together for seven years without realizing it. What kind of cultivation method does this require?
He is definitely at the innate realm, otherwise I would not have noticed it at all.

She didn't dare to think about becoming a master, let alone a grand master. After all, there were only a handful of such masters in the entire Jing Kingdom.

This kind of existence is right next to me, but it looks like a ghost. Who is the ghost between us? I usually pretend to be a ghost, but the other party is the real ghost.

If it's not good for you... forget it, you won't even know how you died.

It existed seven years ago. Could it be that time? No wonder I always felt something was wrong seven years ago, but I couldn't find out what was wrong. It turned out to be this strange neighbor. Maybe he was secretly laughing at me at that time, or maybe he was right behind me!

Thinking of this, she subconsciously touched her neck and felt scared.

"This man's words are frivolous, so he seems quite young. When did such a master appear in the world? And some of the words in his letter seem strange. Hometown? Flop? What is a King of Rolls? Isn't alchemy an alchemist? Yet he calls himself a craftsman."

After reading the letter over and over again, the killer sister always felt something was wrong. What kind of person was this? He actually liked to hide away and watch people laugh at him while eating melon seeds. He must be sick.

Not to mention, besides being frightened, she inexplicably lost a sense of security. It was not because her identity as a killer was exposed to others, nor because her hiding place was exposed, but because she inexplicably lost a sense of security.

It turns out that I have had a neighbor who is at the innate realm for so many years. No wonder every time I come back, I feel inexplicably at ease no matter how badly injured I am.

But it was gone later.

It's not that she felt empty inside, after all, she didn't know she had such a neighbor before.

Then she looked at the pile of bottles and jars on the table, and a trace of horror flashed across her usually cold face, because if the descriptions of those medicines were true, they would be extremely valuable on the market, especially the pills that could improve one's strength.

"This neighbor I've never met is really generous. I can't even afford these things if they're sold. And this time, it saved my life. The scar-free cream is said to be for removing scars. I have dozens of scars of varying sizes, which are very unsightly. I don't care, but... I want to try the effect. What are Xiaoyao pills? There are only a few left. The description says... Pah, who needs this kind of stuff? He's definitely a sleazy old man. Peiyuan pills improve martial arts skills. Jueming powder, which can kill immortals with blood, can still be saved. Purple smoke, it's obviously a drug that can actually knock out Xiantian without a sound."

The killer sister's face turned red and white as she looked at the bottles and jars on the table.

"With these things, I might even have a chance to reach the Xiantian realm and become a gold medal killer. But do I really want to be a killer for the rest of my life? I had no choice at the time, but if I could reach the Xiantian realm, I could escape the Shadow Killing Sect. Maybe it would be nice to find a small place and sell tofu incognito. I might as well quit being a killer and go south..."

(End of this chapter)