Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

"The Precious Mirror of Compassion for Flowers?"

The same words appeared at Xingyun Manor, and at the mourning hall of Long Xiaoyun and his son Long Xiaoyun.

Lin Shiyin changed into mourning clothes. Her delicate and fair face, a natural beauty with an oval face, looked pitiful. She didn't wear any makeup, but her pale complexion was heartbreaking.

Her straight nose seemed to have been meticulously sculpted, her lips were small like cherries, and her lips had a beautiful curve. They were thin but still rosy, though they were marked with messy teeth marks from her biting them, revealing a heart full of tender emotions.

Her beautiful hair, like a cloud, was wrapped in a white handkerchief. Her bright eyes sparkled with joy, but unfortunately, they were filled with sorrow, and her gaze was somewhat dull and lifeless.

Her skin was as white as snow, smooth and tender. Although she was dressed in white mourning clothes, her figure was still graceful and charming.

She knelt before the altar and pushed a book she had kept for over a decade toward Li Xunhuan. The cover of the book bore the words "The Precious Mirror of Pitying Flowers".

Li Xunhuan was also dressed in hemp clothing, though it wasn't necessary, but he still wore it anyway.

He and Lin Shiyin were not far apart, but it felt like there was a vast border between them. It took immense courage for him to reach out and take the Lianhua Baojian.

As soon as Li Tanhua touched the book, he pulled his arm back as if he had been burned by fire.

The pages of the book were turning rapidly, but he had no interest in reading them.

In the vast mourning hall, there were only the two of them.

A lone man and a lone woman, both with a past relationship.

Li Xunhuan finally got up.

He said, "It's windy at night, so you should be careful."

"Are you leaving again?" Lin Shiyin stuffed paper money into the brazier in front of her without looking up.

The flames nearly burned her eyelashes, but she didn't blink.

They were hollow and lifeless, not even as lively as the wooden puppets carved by Li Xunhuan.

"Ah..." Li Xunhuan didn't know how to reply. He just stuffed the book into his arms and ran out of the mourning hall as if he were fleeing.

The maid standing guard outside the door saw this and sighed inwardly.

He was just about to go in to take care of his wife.

Then a hand as smooth as jade grasped his palm.

It's Lin Xian'er.

Lin Xian'er was accompanied by Wei Wu, and behind Wei Wu was the pretty Lin Lingling.

Wei Wu strode into the mourning hall.

The maid was about to stop her when Lin Xian'er grabbed her hand.

Lin Xian'er was still smiling.

Lin Lingling stepped forward and slapped the maid across the face.

The maid's tears streamed down her face instantly.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Lin Xian'er gently reached out to wipe away the maid's tears, but the words uttered from her soft lips plunged the maid into an abyss:

"If you disturb what's going on inside, I'll sell you to the lowest brothel and make you serve those beggars."

The maid's face was deathly pale, as if she had been covered in a layer of lime powder.

Lin Xian'er smiled, pulled open the maid's collar, threw in a silver ingot, and said, "Keep an eye on the door, or I'll break your legs."

She led Lin Lingling into the mourning hall.

The maid, however, knelt down as if her leg had been broken, raised her hand to bite her arm, and sobbed softly, as if the person who had died in the mourning hall was her own father, and she was crying even more sadly than her mistress.

At least when Wei Wu came in, Lin Shiyin just stuffed paper money into the brazier in front of her like a puppet, without shedding a single tear.

Wei Wu walked to Lin Shiyin's side, noticed the raging flames, reached out and pulled the brazier in front of him, and grabbed a handful of paper money from Lin Shiyin.

"We need to talk."

Lin Shiyin looked up and saw Wei Wu. Hatred and anger flashed in her eyes, but sadness followed immediately. "We have nothing to talk about."

Wei Wu looked at Lin Shiyin's profile.

She was indeed not as beautiful as Lin Xian'er, and she was not as competitive in age as Sun Xiaohong and Lin Lingling. However, when Wei Wu combined her charming and graceful demeanor at this age with the sad temperament of someone who had been battered and bruised by life, he felt that she was even more beautiful than Lin Xian'er.

He sat down and said, "A year ago, when you rescued me from the snowdrift, I saw your face. I thought I was dreaming. At that time, I thought, 'If I could sleep with this woman, I would be willing to live in a mansion and eat the finest delicacies.'"

Lin Shiyin looked up, a slight ripple appearing in her empty eyes—an emotion called disdain, which was quickly filled with disgust.

Wei Wu didn't even look at her. He casually grabbed some paper money and threw it into the brazier, saying as he did so, "Later, when I learned from you that this was Xingyun Manor, I was actually very scared. If you had thrown me out back then, I would have definitely died."

"Is that so? That's a pity." Lin Shiyin replied coldly and indifferently, her sorrow and grief gone, replaced by a detached indifference like frost.

Wei Wu shrugged. "But I was lucky to meet you. You let me stay in the plum garden for a year. Actually, I thought I might as well just stay here."

"Practicing my skills, researching poisons, sleeping with Lin Xian'er, and thinking of you every day—my days are quite fulfilling."

Lin Shiyin looked at Lin Xian'er.

Lin Xian'er gave an awkward smile.

But Lin Shiyin turned her head back without any reaction, her head slightly lowered, "What are you trying to achieve by saying all this now?"

"Long Xiaoyun's death isn't that simple. He was a man of deep thoughts and cunning. Even if it was a self-inflicted injury, how could he possibly poison himself?"

Wei Wu suddenly shifted the topic to Long Xiaoyun, who was lying flat in the coffin.

Lin Shiyin reached for the brazier, but Wei Wu grabbed her hand. "What are you doing!"

She thought she was prepared to not react no matter how she was treated, but when Wei Wu held her hand, Lin Shiyin still panicked.

"Don't be afraid," Wei Wu released her hand and comforted her calmly, "Although I have flexible moral principles, I'm not so beastly as to insult someone's wife in their funeral hall."

He said softly, "I'm just afraid the fire will burn you."

Lin Shiyin was taken aback, then quickly stood up and moved away from Wei Wu. "No need. There's nothing between us. Even if there were, it would be the blood feud over the killing of my son!"

She said bitterly, "I only regret that I don't have the talent for martial arts, that I can't learn the 'Flower-Pitying Mirror' technique, and that I can't kill you!"

"So, you were discovered by Long Xiaoyun while you were cultivating the Lotus Flower Mirror, and he started concocting poisons according to the recipes in it, only to kill himself with the resulting poison?"

Lin Shiyin remained silent.

Wei Wu completed the last piece of the puzzle, a smirk playing on his lips. He said sarcastically, "I really don't know whether to say he's bold or confident, daring to use poison prepared according to a prescription."

Wang Lianhua is known as the "Eccentric Hero" because he is both righteous and evil. When he is in a good mood, he acts on behalf of the people, and when he is in a bad mood, he helps the wicked. Even when he teaches a poison formula, he will also set traps in it.

If someone without much talent learns this and only follows the prescription blindly, they're not far from death.

Lin Shiyin wiped her hands, her breath trembling: "Are you done? You can leave now."

Wei Wu remained silent for a moment.

The flames in the basin flickered, illuminating his handsome, gentle, and calm face, making it appear more expressive.

But as a stack of paper money was thrown in, the flames subsided, and his face returned to calm.

He shook his head and said, "No."

A sigh made the flames flicker. "I still want to sleep with you."

Wei Wu stood up.

Lin Shiyin nervously gripped her clothes with one hand, and with the other hand, she pulled out a short dagger from somewhere, pointed it at Wei Wu, and then held it to her own neck.

Wei Wu didn't walk towards her, or even look at her. He led Lin Xian'er and Lin Lingling towards the back of the hall, saying as they walked:

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to force you. These things don't require mutual affection, but they do require mutual consent. I'll be watching over you from behind, so you don't need to worry about any danger."

Lin Shiyin's red lips were bitten until they bled. "You're dreaming!"

"I look forward to seeing you in my dreams soon. See you tomorrow morning, sister-in-law."