Chapter 305: 305 "Why Does the Yellow Finch Come Back to the Slingshot?
Bury it in a pit.
The way she spoke was as light as a feather, as if the person opposite was not a human being, but rather a body of some random cat or dog.
Liu Jin looked at the hunterâs corpse somewhat timidly, feeling a little afraid in his heart, but having heard the girlâs words, he couldnât help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Miss..."
"If we can bury him in a pit and not leave his body exposed in the wild, then weâve done a good deed by fulfilling our moral obligations. He shouldnât come looking for us in the future, itâs his own greed that cost him his life." Wufu hummed lightly.
Liu Jin took a sharp intake of cold air, "Miss, you..." can you not make it sound so terrifying?
Besides, you killed a person and buried the body, and you call that a good deed?
Seeing that he was scared, Wufu couldnât help but smile broadly, "Scared? Whatâs there to be scared of? Death is like the snuffing of a lamp; there are no wandering ghosts in this world. Itâs just people scaring themselves, thatâs all."
Likewise, when I died, I simply transferred to another body, and this is a rare exception.
Liu Jin, feeling somewhat embarrassed, lowered his head. He was truly a bit scared, but the girl seemed to fear nothing. Killing people, burying bodies, she did not seem disgusted in the least, as if she had done many such things before.
Liu Jin startled himself with this thought that suddenly surfaced, hastily shaking his head to dismiss it.
His mistress was simply one to repay others in the manner they treated her.
"Moreover, Liu Jin, remember this: the human heart is far more terrifying than any ghost or spirit." Wufu then pointed at the dead big insect and continued, "Besides, thereâs nothing to fear. This hunter fought with this big insect and got killed by it. We just couldnât bear to leave him unburied, thatâs all."
If the dead tiger truly had a soul, it would probably leap up in fury and die of anger all over again.
It was clearly your foul play, yet you are pinning it on me, donât be too sinister!
Liu Jin too was embarrassed by his mistressâs shamelessness, casting an inexplicable glance at the dead tiger on the ground.
Clap clap clap!
Three claps of applause came.
Wufuâs expression turned sharp, and she quickly went to Liu Jinâs side, positioning herself in front of him.
What kind of day was today? First came Yellow Finch, and now another slingshot?
Looking towards the source of the sound, they saw several people slowly making their way down the slope. Upon seeing them, Wufu was stunned for a moment, then her tense nerves relaxed.
Upon seeing the newcomers, Liu Jin shouted, "Miss, itâs Ninth Master and Master Yuan and the others!"
"I see them," Wufu pursed her lips.
The newcomers were Ninth Master, his ever-present attendant Yuan Ye, her defeated subordinate Hoo Die, a bodyguard named Su Luo, and two others she did not recognize, one of whom, like Yuan Ye, seemed to be an attendant and looked at her with shining eyes, his round face very endearing.
The group was dressed lightly, each carrying either a sword or bow and arrow.
"Lady Wu, what a coincidence," Ninth Master approached them quickly, smiling and greeting with cupped hands.
"Ninth Master," Liu Jin was the first to salute.
Wufu also returned a salute and said, "Indeed, what kind of wind blew today to flutter Ninth Master into these deep mountains and forests for a stroll?"
The group exchanged glances, their lips twitching slightly. A stroll?
With a smile in his eyes, Ninth Master said, "Perhaps it was a southeast wind that blew me here. And coincidentally, I got to see quite an interesting show."
His eyes, deep and captivating, lightly swept over the dead tiger on the ground and the hunterâs corpse not far away, then rested on Wufu with an intense gaze.
She truly hadnât disappointed him, having both courage and character, very good, very good.