You’re Good-Looking (3)

Hehe. He already showed leniency by blinding his eyes. After all, his precious son had also poked his maid blind when he tortured the teen girl to death.

If not for the urgency of the matter, he wanted to take action slowly. He would let this young master from the Lin family experience everything the poor maid had suffered.

… There was truly karmic retribution within one’s life in this world. He joyfully killed all those people and he died so miserably in the end.

Tch. Unfortunately, it was actually too miserable. Even Qin Yuan, who was usually calm and collected, had suddenly slumped on the side and vomited violently after digging out his remains and carefully examining his wounds.

He was probably in a hurry and didn’t eat much, so he kept throwing up. In the end, all he vomited was clear water mixed with a few specks of blood.

That speck of blood fell on the peach blossom tree’s trunk, which had been soaked by his blood and turned a deep-brown color, a sorrowful sight for whoever glanced upon it.

His soul fluttered around and watched from the air, also feeling quite uncomfortable and disgusted for Qin Yuan.

Qin-shaoxia, who was always well-dressed in snow-white clothes, must have felt a little disgusted when he saw his dead body in pieces like that.

But, they were acquaintances after all. This person, ah, still fulfilled everything as the deceased’s friend.

After earnestly burying his skeleton, he silently took off the twin jade pendant on his waist and placed it in his coffin.

It was kind of weird. When they fought together in the past, he had casually grabbed his jade pendant and this person had taken it back with a cold face. How come he didn’t want it anymore now?

***

Ruan Qingmu sighed lightly. When he looked down again, the little mute had already woken up and lay on his knees, blankly rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Ruan Qingmu suddenly felt very angry.

He rubbed the little mute’s head with strength, unhappily whispering, “It’s all your fault. It’s all your fault! Who told you to run over and tell him how I died?!”

The taxi driver at the front trembled from head to toe. He stepped on the accelerator and desperately dashed forward madly.

Oh my god! He didn’t dare to look back. That boy’s face was turning whiter and whiter!

His inexplicably hard rubs startled the little mute and his body shrank timidly from him.

Ruan Qingmu ignored him, still mumbling softly, “What relationship did I have with him? Why did you insist on telling him? I died by myself. He became his righteous -shaoxia. We had nothing to do with each other…”

When he was accidentally poisoned by the Tang Sect and saw those several blood-vengeance enemies appearing together, he knew then that he wouldn’t be able to escape death that day.

He put his life on the line to block those people and told his young follower to hurry and escape, originally wanting him to hide well. Who would have thought that this child would’ve gone looking for Qin Yuan after he died?

This person perceived evil as an enemy. After hearing about what happened, how could he look the other way and go on pretending nothing had happened?

But he also didn’t know how to act secretly. Instead, he openly declared he would kill those several people who murdered him and clean the young master of the demonic sect’s reputation, handing justice back to its rightful owners.

He didn’t get the support of the teachers in his clan and his friends in the Jianghu all objected to his plan of action.

Even if his soul was anxious to the point of jumping three feet high*, he couldn’t do anything to stop him.

*T/N: Expressing extreme emotions

… He was willful and searched for the whereabouts of the killers for several months, finally ending those six people’s lives one by one squarely. Ultimately, after killing the Tang Sect’s second young master who escaped far away, he arrived at the thousand miles of desert, his blood dyeing the yellow sand.

But even when he struggled to save his last strength, he still insisted on breaking that Tang Sect’s second young master’s feet, similar to the suffering he, himself, had experienced before death.

Ruan Qingmu blankly gazed at the pitch-black eyes, then mindlessly gazed at the increasingly darker streetscape ahead.

They were almost home. The facilities in the old city district were poor and some street lights had broken down. The flickering lights reflected into the windows from the cars outside, just like the mottled lights in the river when they happened to pass by a lantern fair in the past.

He suddenly felt a burst of pain and sourness in his heart.

Probably because he had been beaten so much in the past, although the little mute couldn’t speak, he had a strong ability to sense other people’s emotions. Looking into Ruan Qingmu’s bewildered eyes, he suddenly reached out his hand and touched his face, his little mouth in a flat line as if he was about to cry.

Ruan Qingmu looked down and rubbed his head. “Little fool, why are you crying? Isn’t it good now? Look, we’ve both come back to life.”

“Creak –” The taxi made an emergency brake and the driver said with a trembling voice, pointing at the payment code in the front without daring to look back. “Student, just… just scan your phone and it’ll be done, 21 yuan.”

Ruan Qingmu’s WeChat happened not to have any money in it, but he had a hundred yuan bill in his pocket that his mom had given him that day. He said to the driver, “Can I use cash?”

The driver glanced at his red lips and white teeth, then at the small bony, ghost-like, yellow wax face. “???”

It couldn’t be a mingbi*, right?!

*T/N: False paper money burned as an offering to the dead.

“Forget about it. Forget about it. It’s okay if you don’t have money. Get out of the car!”

Ruan Qingmu was extremely surprised. “Why would I do something like that?”

He stuffed the one hundred yuan bill from the backseat of the cab. “Please look for the money, thank you.”

“Fine, fine… Get out of the car first.” The driver’s voice slightly trembled.

Ruan Qingmu had just dragged the little mute out of the car and before he knew it, the one hundred yuan bill was being thrown out of the window. The driver’s shrill voice shrieked, “I really can’t find any change. Little student, take care!”

The taxi bolted away as if it was being chased behind by a ghost.

Ruan Qingmu picked up the one hundred yuan bill on the ground and looked at it under the light suspiciously: Fuck. This dog driver wouldn’t have changed his money into a fake one in the dark, right?

The car sped down the road so fast that he wasn’t able to ask him for confirmation…