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Chapter 258 You're here to cause trouble on purpose, aren't you? (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking rewards! Seeking book recommendations!)
At the Anfu residence, in front of the mourning hall.

Old Master An's face was ashen, his fists clenched tightly. He had never thought much of Mu Ling, that glib-tongued scoundrel, but his daughter was determined to marry him.

Despite her daughter's desperate pleas, she eventually relented and let them continue as they pleased.

And what happened? Well, this is what happened today! That kid named Mu Ling even swore to me that he would take good care of Qin Yao.

Sure enough! A storyteller, not a single word he utters is reliable! Now, his own daughter has passed away, and this culprit is nowhere to be found!

The official verdict was that it was suicide; the doors and windows were tightly closed, and a suicide note was left behind.

But Master An refused to believe it! With the wedding imminent, how could his daughter possibly commit suicide? Even if she did, it must have been that brat Mu Ling who forced her to! Why was it his own daughter who died, not him?!

His daughter died, and he didn't even dare to show his face, kowtow in front of the mourning hall, and apologize! If I were to see that kid again, I would break his legs!

……

In the rainy alley, Lin Qingfeng's gaze passed over the high wall and landed inside the main hall of the An family mansion. He listened to the mourners' wailing, his brows furrowing at first, then relaxing.

"Professional mourner," he thought, recalling the rituals of the Guixi Sect. Their wailing was so powerful that it could make even passing dogs depressed.

And look at this guy in front of me, what kind of wailing is this? It's so amateurish! If the priest knew, he would definitely think it's an insult to the sacred profession of "mourning"!

Moreover, and most importantly... if someone is holding a funeral, and I don't go up and tickle their funny bone, I feel like ants are crawling all over me, and I feel uncomfortable all over!
Lin Qingfeng gestured for Su Ling'er to be quiet, then concealed himself, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and leaped onto the roof of the adjacent courtyard.

Su Ling'er stared blankly at her senior brother's back on the roof. No... senior brother, what are you doing?
……

"Miss! You died so unjustly!" the mourner wailed hoarsely, but his eyes beneath his sleeves showed no trace of grief.

His gaze slowly slid across the mourning hall, finally settling on the open coffin and on Miss An's pale yet still beautiful face.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and what welled up inside him wasn't sadness, but a kind of excitement. That stingy old man, giving so little money...

He cursed inwardly, but money was no longer his only purpose for this trip.

Before he arrived, the rich young master from the money exchange had approached him again and again. The man was very saddened to learn of Miss An's death, but he seemed to have a peculiar fetish.

He offered two hundred taels of silver to find a way to remove a piece of Miss An's fingernail, and ideally, to cut off a piece of her skin so he could keep it as a memento...

Tsk tsk, I really don't understand where this person's quirks come from... You want a piece of skin to remember someone who's dead?

Didn't you have your eye on another lady last month, asking me to smear some of her skin after she died? And now you've changed to a new one? You're fickle with corpses? Are you a necrophiliac? You only do things when the person is dead? Sigh, these people always do such strange things! But two hundred taels is enough for him to squander for months!

Risk? Fortune favors the bold! Having worked for him for so many years, he was already adept at it. He would take advantage of the moment when the person was overwhelmed with grief and fell onto the coffin to look at the deceased, and then steal the small razor blade hidden under their fingernails.

After all, who would care if a piece of dead skin was covered up with a sleeve in time? This Miss An was such a precious person in life, but now she is being desecrated by someone like me in death. This feeling is just... wonderful!
The mourner took a deep breath, gathering all his strength in his throat.

The time has come.

He looked at the hunched back of Master An, and at the guests around him who were immersed in grief and completely unguarded, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth from an angle unseen by anyone.

A bunch of idiots.

He thought to himself that two hundred taels of silver were already beckoning him, and he could almost smell the strongest aroma of wine in Fu Man Lou and feel the softest girl in his arms.

All of this can be achieved with just one action.

In that brief moment when his body touched the coffin, using a visual illusion, his thin, cicada-wing-like blade could easily cut off what he wanted and then restore it to its original state, as if it had never been touched.

They will only see a mourner who is heartbroken for the deceased, and may even reward themselves with a few extra coins for it!
The fire of greed and lust in his eyes had reached its peak, and his emotions had reached their zenith.

It's now!

"My dear lady! This old servant will never be able to part with you!"

He let out a piercing wail, his arms outstretched, and lunged straight toward the coffin. His right hand, hidden in his sleeve, was already outstretched, a sharp blade poised to strike in the shadow of his sleeve!

Easy peasy! We're about to succeed!
However, just as his fingertips were about to touch the cold coffin, just as the grief on his face was about to turn into a triumphant grin—

"Waaah...waaah...pfft..." An absurd yet completely uncontrollable laugh suddenly exploded from the depths of his soul, instantly shattering all his pretense and will!
"Puhahaha—hahahaha—!"

Haha ...

His wailing took an incredibly bizarre turn in mid-air, transforming into a burst of joyous and manic laughter!

what happened? !
His mind went blank for a moment, then he was overwhelmed by endless fear!

No! Why are you laughing?! Stop it! Stop it right now!
He tried to control it, but his body no longer belonged to him. That smile was like a demon, seizing control of his entire body. His body twisted violently in mid-air from the laughter, tears and snot streaming down his face, but his expression was one of ecstasy!
Finished!

His professional instincts led him to make the only self-preservation move in that one-in-a-million second of horror: he forcibly pulled the blade back between his fingers, the hand that was about to desecrate the corpse!

If that razor blade had been seen, he probably wouldn't have made it out of this ancestral hall alive today! After all these years, how did he manage to fail this time?

He laughed wildly while thinking desperately. His body lost its balance and crashed heavily against the coffin, laughing so hard he was convulsing and gasping for breath.

……

The entire mourning hall fell into a deathly silence.

All the guests and servants were petrified.

They stared in disbelief as a mourner, amidst flamboyant laughter, lunged at the young lady's body with outstretched arms in an extremely lewd manner!

Old Master An, who was kneeling on the ground, slowly raised his head.

When he saw this scene clearly, his bloodshot eyes instantly became bloodshot!

"Bang!" The mourner slammed heavily against the coffin, laughing so hard he was convulsing and gasping for breath. He wanted to explain, he really wanted to explain! But what he wanted to know even more was, how could he have been doing this mourning and satisfying his peculiar fetish for so many years?

"No...no...haha...listen to me...puhaha...explain...hahahaha..."

Inside the An residence, Master An's sanity crumbled.

"Laugh?! You beast!!!" He roared, standing up from the ground so fast that he knocked over the brazier beside him. "My daughter is dead! What's so funny about that?!"

The mourner was still laughing wildly; he tried to explain, but his mouth was completely out of control.

Old Master An pointed at him, his fingers trembling: "What? You look down on the An family's money and are deliberately here to cause trouble, right?"

Although the mourner genuinely agreed with this statement—the money he'd given wasn't even a fraction of what the young master of the money exchange had paid—his professional instincts forced him to squeeze out a few words between bursts of laughter: "No...no...haha...this old servant...I...I can't control...hahahaha...I can't...Master...hahaha..."

Although he genuinely looked down on the money and did have ulterior motives, he can't just take the blame for the laughter!
Looking at his comical, laughing-and-explaining manner, Master An was so angry that his temples throbbed. He was already seething with anger from the grief of losing his daughter and his resentment towards Mu Ling, and this wailing man's words finally set him off.

"Can't control himself?" Master An laughed angrily. He stepped forward and grabbed the mourner by the collar. "Fine! Fine, so you can't control yourself!"

"Guards!" he roared at the door. "Drag him out and beat him!"

"Since you don't care about our little bit of money, then we'll give you more money to treat your injury!"

……

Su Ling'er followed Lin Qingfeng's example, concealing herself and leaping onto the roof. As soon as she stood firm, she saw the absurd scene in the hall and was completely stunned.

No way... Senior Brother, how can you do this?! They're having a funeral, and you're going to tickle their funny bone?! That's incredibly shameless! You're absolutely inhuman!

I really want to crack open your head and see what's inside! Are you even a cultivator?! How can a cultivator like you have so many perverse tastes?!
In traditional Chinese folk tales, immortals are either wielding swords that can chill nineteen provinces, or at the very least, holding whisks and discerning the secrets of heaven. But what about you? Are you practicing the Laughing Point Finger technique?!

Is this... this the twisted sense of humor of the Demon Sect's senior disciple?

They do things completely unconventionally and don't care about worldly opinions at all!

Su Ling'er looked at the chaotic scene below the hall, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)