Chapter 915: Oh My, So Scary! (Ghost Mother)

Ye Wenxin looked more closely. It seemed like someone was lying on the floor. She wondered if something had happened to Han Shanxue. As she approached, a thick blood stench hit her nose.

“Miss Han, are you alright?” Ye Wenxin poked her head in to get a better look inside. Immediately, she saw about a dozen corpses stacked together. Han Shanxue was crouching beside them. Upon hearing Ye Wenxin’s voice, she glanced at her and then went back to rummaging through the bodies.

Ye Wenxin tactfully withdrew. Having nowhere else to go, she returned to her room, took a few sips of spirit wine, and finally began to feel sleepy.

……

Ye Wenxin felt a little unwell in the morning. The spirit wine she had brewed was highly potent, and she still had a slight headache. Remembering they had to resume their journey today, she woke Ghost Mother and headed downstairs.

Fei Chai and the storyteller were nowhere to be seen, but Han Shanxue was already seated at a table. She sat upright, her cold aura so intense that people could only admire her from a distance, not daring to approach her casually. Ye Wenxin also chose not to speak and sat in the seat next to Han Shanxue.

Before long, Ghost Mother came downstairs, instantly drawing the attention of everyone around. Ye Wenxin could hear people swallowing hard, their breaths quickening, and even felt the intense desire they harbored toward Ghost Mother.

Ghost Mother, however, seemed unaware of her allure. She gave a charming smile where Ye Wenxin was sitting. The crowd collectively gasped, the reaction purely instinctive. Ye Wenxin thought her charm was growing more formidable by the day.

When she assumed Ghost Mother would sit with her, the latter walked straight over to Han Shanxue.

Ye Wenxin raised her hand, called the waiter over, and ordered a few meat buns to smooth over the awkward moment.

“Hmph.” Ghost Mother was displeased but couldn’t show it too openly in front of Han Shanxue, so she sat and quietly sipped her tea.

About an incense stick of time later, the storyteller and Fei Chai finally came downstairs. Both of them looked pale and exhausted. It seemed they had drained themselves after watching the intense scene last night.

Han Shanxue glanced at her disciple before lifting her veil to take a sip of tea, saying nothing.

Ye Wenxin carried over the breakfast she just ordered. The two men began devouring it ravenously while discussing the journey ahead.

If they continued on foot, it would take another three days. Considering the long distance and everyone’s poor condition, Ye Wenxin proposed selling the horses and renting a carriage instead.

This way, Han Shanxue and Fei Chai—the two paupers—wouldn’t be put on the spot, and Ye Wenxin could have some rest. No one objected to her suggestion. Soon, they negotiated with the innkeeper, sold the horses, and rented a carriage.

“Greetings, gentlemen and ladies,” said the coachman, a man in his forties. When he saw the group, his gaze ultimately settled on Ghost Mother.

His eyes widened slightly in amazement, but he quickly restrained any greedy intent. Ye Wenxin found it suspicious. Any normal man would react with more than surprise upon seeing a femme fatale like Ghost Mother.

It wasn’t hard to guess. Even after last night’s failed attempts, those mysterious assassins still weren’t ready to give up on Han Shanxue.

But who was Han Shanxue that a whole dynasty would go to such lengths to assassinate her?

Ye Wenxin couldn’t help but glance several more times at her, recalling the pile of corpses she had seen in her room.

Not three seconds later, Ghost Mother stepped in to block her view. Smiling, she picked up a piece of cake to feed it to Ye Wenxin.

“……”

“Miss Ye, say ‘Ah,’” Ghost Mother said tenderly. Ye Wenxin’s scalp tingled. She’d rather face that fierce little firecracker than this superficial display.

“Junior Sister Ye, I’ll be glad to take your place if you don’t want it,” the storyteller quickly cut in upon seeing Ye Wenxin’s discomfort.

Ye Wenxin remembered her vow from last night—treat Ghost Mother better. Seeing the shameless storyteller begging to be fed, she opened her mouth a little.

Ghost Mother brought the cake to Ye Wenxin’s mouth, looking pleased. At that moment, she seemed no different from any ordinary human. Then, she licked her fingers almost absentmindedly. Her tongue flicked out so seductively that the two men nearby once again struggled to suppress their natural reactions.

Ghost Mother possessed a terrifying charm, which was irresistible when she put in the effort.

Ye Wenxin changed her seat to one that gave her a clear view of Han Shanxue.

Han Shanxue noticed the movement but only glanced over before closing her eyes again to feign sleep, ignoring Ye Wenxin’s gaze. Ye Wenxin let out a quiet breath. She knew seeing Han Shanxue would be enough to help her force the volcano of desire erupting inside her back down.

But Ghost Mother didn’t realize Ye Wenxin was doing it for her sake. She already had Liuli as a rival, and now she began to feel strong hostility toward Han Shanxue as well. Still, Ghost Mother sensed how dangerous Han Shanxue was and didn’t dare provoke her lightly.

A subtle tension hung in the air, yet Fei Chai and the storyteller remained oblivious. The two were huddled together over some book, wearing odd smiles. Ye Wenxin also pulled out [The Demon Lord’s Unofficial History, Volume 1] and began reading it with great interest.

The carriage gradually veered off course, heading toward a dead end. Suddenly, a group of black-clad figures jumped out, surrounding them. Ye Wenxin didn’t move. She wanted to see what skills Han Shanxue possessed to warrant being targeted by so many people.

Unfortunately, this group of assassins was weaker than the last. Perhaps because the only Nascent Soul–stage cultivator had died in Ye Wenxin’s room the night before, this already frail group now seemed even more laughable.

Ye Wenxin was thoroughly disappointed. She watched as Fei Chai began efficiently looting the bodies, collecting some spirit stones, silver, and nothing else.

“Assassins these days are so stingy.” Fei Chai sighed, sounding like someone who ran into assassins on a regular basis.

The somewhat shaken storyteller tried to edge closer to Ghost Mother. As Ye Wenxin wondered if Ghost Mother would be dumb enough to let him grope her, Ghost Mother instead ran straight toward her.

“Dead people are so scary!”

“……”

Ghost Mother feigned fear, but Ye Wenxin must admit—it was the most half-hearted acting she had ever seen. Still, she wrapped an arm around her, offering a few perfunctory words of comfort.

The storyteller and Fei Chai looked on enviously, wishing more assassins would show up so they could impress Ghost Mother with their manliness.

Yet, they would never know that this seemingly harmless beauty had killed countless people before she ever became Ghost Mother.