CHAPTER 651: CHAPTER 651: MUST NOT GO BACK

The passenger trembled with fear, his hands shaking as he held the medicine powder, "Thank... Thank you..."

"Ah, beauty fades, she has actually become this old. Initially, Long Xiangkui was the first beauty of the Mystic Arts Realm," lamented Zhang Zidao after Granny Long had turned and left.

I touched my chin, "Master, why do I feel... that you have a crush on Granny Long?"

"How could that be? Long Xiangkui is over two hundred years younger than me, I am... not that perverted." Zhang Zidao flatly denied it yet bit his tongue and hastily changed the subject, "This car is probably going to break down for the night, every second is crucial for you, we should walk."

I looked at the situation inside the car, nodded, "If you don’t mind me being a burden, I don’t mind; after all, you’re the one who will suffer."

Anyone who has achieved a certain level in their practice will have special walking techniques.

These make their pace exceptionally fast.

I, as a half-baked Yin Yang Embroidery Master... do not have this skill...

The two of us got off the car together.

The strange corpse water that had been falling from the sky had stopped.

The ground was wet and filled with a foul smell.

Nearby, several plants and mosses had been corroded by the corpse water, turning into a charred black.

Just after taking a few steps, a figure appeared in front of us.

The person was exceptionally tall, his authoritative gaze looking down upon me and Zhang Zidao, "Are you two from the Ten Thousand Poison Hall?"

Zhang Zidao kept his head down silently and covered his face with his Taoist robe’s sleeve, lowering his voice to disguise it, "We are just ordinary passengers, you must be mistaken."

"Ordinary passengers? Encountering corpse water without contracting Copper Coin Sores, and sneaking off the bus??" Granny Long suddenly pulled out the fierce Demon-Subduing Pestle from her waist and pressed it against Zhang Zidao’s neck threateningly.

Yet Zhang Zidao, as if guilty of something, stubbornly refused to show his face.

Seeing that the old Taoist priest was afraid to meet Long Xiangkui and soon getting struck by Granny Long after a huge flush towards the Dragon King Temple, I quickly said, "Granny Long is... it’s me, me! Do you remember?"

"You... you..." Granny Long, upon hearing my voice, was bewildered for a moment, then her eyes fixed, "Wanwan!! Is your Blood-weeping Syndrome acting up?"

Granny Long had presumably had a close private relationship with my maternal grandfather, Lin Huan, and must have been quite familiar with the Lin Family’s hereditary illness, the Blood-weeping Syndrome.

At that moment, she instantly deduced the fact that I was afflicted with Blood-weeping Syndrome.

"Didn’t mean to scare you. I really look too sorry; if it weren’t for fearing misunderstandings, I wouldn’t have... revealed my identity."

I shyly chuckled at Long Xiangkui, concurrently out of filial piety as a disciple, I made up a false identity for Zhang Zidao, "This elderly gentleman is my master, a recluse from the mountains, his modest name isn’t worth mentioning. He has social anxiety, allergic to people, please don’t blame him, Granny."

"I see, sorry, fellow Taoist, Long Xiangkui apologizes for the offense," Long Xiangkui gracefully expressed his apologies to Zhang Zidao afterward without further suspicion or attention.

His gaze returned to me, his rough fingers trembling as they touched my face, "Your nice face, to become like Ah Huan’s brother back then."

"It’s okay, ugly... ugliness has its benefits, it’s at least very safe for ugly women." I optimistically said, "Those three from Ten Thousand Poison Hall were holding a photo looking for me, yet my appearance made them cry from ugliness, and they just couldn’t recognize me."

But that was just lip service; no girl doesn’t cherish beauty.

My mental state was a mess, completely devastated.

If I am going to be this ugly forever, how am I supposed to live my life? Will Yu Longting, a man of incomparable beauty and grace, really be matched with me... someone so ugly that I can’t even swallow my food?

Isn’t love between people supposed to start with appearance, respect talent, bond over personality, sustain through kindness, and lastly end with character?

This face of mine was disqualified from the start.

I am not just ordinarily ugly; I have reached a realm of ugliness, a new height.

Absolutely short, ugly, and poor!

Ah... such worries...

"You appearing here, are you planning to go to Tianying Village??" Granny Long, thinking of something, warned with a very serious expression, "Tianying Village is currently in turmoil, you must not go back!!"