Chapter 42 No one has ever been so kind to me

Realizing that she might have been cheated, Yan Lingji hurried to a willow tree beside the creek and started digging without caring that it was the middle of the night.

The conversation between Yang Lin and Qi Fu contained so much information that she couldn't afford to hesitate at all.

When a pile of sand appeared beside Yan Lingji, the wooden box that she had buried finally appeared in her sight.

"This is it. I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise I will hate you to death." Yan Lingji muttered to herself as she opened the wooden box. As for the agreement with Yang Chong, she had long since forgotten about it.

As the wooden box opened, neatly stacked bamboo slips appeared in front of Yan Lingji.

Yan Lingji took out a scroll directly, and impatiently ran a finger across the cloth strips that bound the bamboo slips, and then gradually unfolded them in front of her.

It was impossible to read words in the dark, but Yan Lingji had her own lighting. She spread the bamboo slips in the wooden box, and flames burst out from her left palm. The words on the bamboo slips were clearly reflected in her eyes.

"I knew that you, Yan Lingji, would not keep your promise. Of course, keeping a promise is not something you would do." Looking at the words on the bamboo slips, Yan Lingji's palms trembled, and even the illuminating flame shook. In her heart, she felt a little guilty.

"However, considering the relationship between us, although I cannot ask you, Yan Lingji, to keep your promise for three years, I think you can still do it in one month. So, when you open this wooden box, if I haven't returned from Weijiazhuang yet, then I have lost the bet. The price of losing is my life." Yan Lingji calmed herself down and read along the handwriting on the bamboo slips.

"Do you think you can predict the future? It's not even a month yet." Yan Lingji curled her lips. She saw the words with her eyes, but it seemed like Yang Chong's voice was echoing in her ears, and then a trace of worry arose in her heart.

Just now, she also heard about the changes in Weijiazhuang. Combined with what Yang Chong told her before he left, she was still worried about the assassins that Yang Chong was planning to trap and Yang Chong's current situation.

"However, if I really lose the bet, then nothing will matter. The whereabouts of the Red-browed Dragon Snake is in the last bamboo slip." Yan Lingji looked at this and felt a little relieved. Maybe Yang Chong did not lie to her, and the news she wanted to know most was real.

However, if it were normal times, faced with the news of the whereabouts of the Red-browed Dragon Snake, Yan Lingji would probably have been impatient to turn the wooden box upside down and take the last bamboo slip in her hands. But now she didn't do that. Faced with the news recording the whereabouts of the Red-browed Dragon Snake, her mind was only slightly shaken, but her eyes still stayed on the bamboo slips in her hands.

"Although the Red-browed Dragon Snake has always had no sense of his own strength and is both weak and addicted, it is undeniable that he is still a very powerful master. Those who can catch him and imprison him will only be stronger. Even if you know his whereabouts, Yan Lingji, you must not rush to save him. With your strength, it is impossible for you to rescue him from the hands of those who imprisoned the Red-browed Dragon Snake. If you do that, you will only be giving yourself up." Yan Lingji looked at this, pursed her lips slightly, and an angry look emerged.

"Am I that stupid? You are the one who is giving away your life now." Yan Lingji said with disdain, but she did not react at all to Yang Chong's words "slandering" her boss. Did she forget, or was it not that important?
"Don't forget our agreement. It was three years. It was three years. Don't worry. I didn't make the three-year agreement just to trick you, little sister. The rest of the bamboo slips in the wooden box contain the martial arts Nine Yin Manual written by me, which is also the martial arts I am practicing now. In three years, you should be able to practice it with your talent. By then, with your fire witchcraft plus the martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual, you will be able to become a top master. At that time, if you go to save that red-browed dragon snake again, I think even if you can't save it, you can still protect yourself from being caught."

Yan Lingji read it word by word, and before she knew it, she had unfolded the third bamboo slip. "Is the Nine Yin Manual very powerful? You are obviously very weak, so how powerful can the martial arts you practice be?" Yan Lingji still looked disdainful, but deep in her heart, a soft spot that had never been touched by anyone was touched.

"But you are smart enough to know that I will not keep my promise, so you opened the wooden box early. It's just..." As Yan Lingji watched, she felt that the bamboo slips in her hands were getting heavier and heavier.

But is it really the bamboo slips that are heavy? The bamboo slips are right there, how could they suddenly become heavier? What really became heavier was the weight of the bamboo slips' owner in Yan Lingji's heart.

"But, why should I listen to you? Nine Yin Manual? I won't practice such inferior martial arts. What's the three-year agreement? Will I spend three years for you? You are dreaming. Who am I? I am Yan Lingji. The rules of you Central Plains people don't apply to me, a Yue people. If you die, I will burn you with fire and then blow you to pieces. I guarantee that not even a trace of you will be left."

When Yan Lingji's mind was moved, she felt that even her heart became soft, and even her eyes became sore.

"Yan Lingji should be very touched now, right? Has no one ever been so nice to you? Don't be touched, I have my own reasons for doing this. Someone said that there are three levels of death. The first level is physical death, the second level is being forgotten by family and relatives, and the third level is being forgotten by the world. I did this just because I don't want to be completely forgotten by the world. As long as you practice the Nine Yin Manual, every time you use the martial arts in it, you will think of me, and I will live in your heart forever."

"Tsk, you little thief, that's a nice thought." Yan Lingji couldn't help but sneer when she saw this, but why did she feel so heavy in her heart?

"Death is really a terrible thing! So, Yan Lingji, you must not forget me. Just like when you took advantage of me in the past and called yourself your sister, I accepted it. You may be the only mark I leave in this world." As the last column of words appeared in Yan Lingji's eyes, she directly threw away the bamboo slips in her hand.

"If you die, I won't remember you. Besides, it's better if you die, so that I don't have to repay you." Yan Lingji murmured.

"Yes, you should just die. If you die, I won't have to keep my promise, and that will be a relief."

Yan Lingji opened her arms while talking to herself: "What a relaxing feeling, without the comfort of gratitude, I am completely free, truly free."

It's impossible to save Yang Chong.

Remember Yang Chong, that is even more impossible.

Yan Lingji was sitting on the grass. She was of the fire element and suddenly felt a little cold.

(End of this chapter)