Chapter 8: 008 灵异事件

Meanwhile, after Mu Qi finished her bath, she lay sideways on the bed, letting Qiaoyu massage her feet to promote blood circulation. Suddenly, she heard a few knocks coming from the window, followed by a man's cool voice: "Miss Mu, my master has medicine for you."

Mu Qi was not unfamiliar with the man's voice, but Qiaoyu was. Being very vigilant, she grabbed a stick from the side and asked in a mock-mature tone, "Who is it?"

Feng Ying replied with practiced patience, "The person who delivered the cloak today."

Qiaoyu glanced back at Mu Qi on the bed. Mu Qi gave her a nod, and only then did Qiaoyu walk over with peace of mind. She opened the window halfway, positioning her body in front of it as if afraid the person might barge in: "Where is the medicine? Give it to me." As she spoke, she extended a small hand.

Looking at the girl before him, who was barely the size of a fart yet was putting on an air of maturity and acting so defensive, Feng Ying felt a flicker of annoyance. With a look of disdain in his eyes, he deliberately placed the medicine on the corridor outside the window, turned around, and vanished without a trace.

Watching the cloth bundle lying quietly outside the room, Qiaoyu stomped her feet in anger and cursed at the air outside the window, "What kind of man is that? So rude!"

Watching Qiaoyu acting like a fighting cock, Mu Qi couldn't help but laugh again. This girl was truly cute; her days living alone wouldn't be lonely anymore.

A moment later, Qiaoyu brought the medicine back—a black cloth bundle that looked as if it had been folded from a square kerchief. Mu Qi opened the bundle and saw a tall bottle and two wide-mouthed short bottles inside. All were solid black with a delicate glaze; even with such a low-profile black, one could tell these items were made of superior materials and fine craftsmanship.

It seemed the other party was someone with wealth and power. Mu Qi didn't know if this was a good or bad thing. On one hand, since the person was wealthy and powerful, the medicine they sent must be excellent. She couldn't afford to get sick right now; she had no time for illness. If there was good medicine, it would naturally be most beneficial.

On the other hand, since the person was wealthy, if she had to repay the favor in the future, it wouldn't be as simple as giving some money or valuable trinkets.

*Sigh, it's too complicated.* Mu Qi patted her head and decided to stop thinking about it; the most important thing was to handle what was in front of her. The bottles were all labeled with the names of the medicines. Mu Qi took one pill to treat a wind-cold, then asked Qiaoyu to help sprinkle some wound medicine on her hands. The wound medicine was a white powder; as soon as it was applied, she felt a cooling sensation at the wound, and the bleeding stopped, leaving the area dry.

Mu Qi was overjoyed. It seemed these truly were high-quality items. She hurriedly told Qiaoyu to use some as well. She took another jar of frostbite cream to examine; as soon as she lifted the lid, a faint, elegant fragrance drifted out. The frostbite cream was an ice-blue paste, a pale blue that was very beautiful.

Mu Qi scooped out a bit with her finger and applied it to the blackened top of her foot. At first, she felt a wave of warmth, as if a small flame were burning inside her flesh, but the flame quickly died down, replaced by a refreshing, cool sensation.

Mu Qi had never expected the medicine to be so effective. She held the bottle in her hands, turning it over and over, unable to put it down. If she could stock up on medicine with such miraculous effects, she could achieve self-sufficiency in medical care in the future. The more Mu Qi thought about it, the more excited she became. It seemed that the next time she met the owner of the cloak, she would have to have a good talk with him and beg for more to keep as a reserve.

After finishing dinner, Mu Qi was exhausted from the day's exertions and went to sleep early. With Mu Sang guarding the courtyard, Mu Qi slept very soundly through the night. However, near dawn, she had a chaotic dream. She dreamed of her mercenary career from her previous life, and then of the original host's history of being bullied. In the end, she was startled awake.

Mu Qi sat up with a jolt; the reaction was entirely instinctive. Just now in the dream, she had felt very vividly the original host's resentful gaze looking at her. Her eyes darted around the room quickly. She wasn't afraid of ghosts; when she was a mercenary in her past life, she had seen plenty of rotting, stinking corpses, but the gaze just now had truly frightened her.

That feeling was too real, as if someone were staring at her from the head of the bed with a resentful look, as if wanting to say something to her?

Mu Qi scanned the room and found nothing unusual. She couldn't help but wonder if she had become timid because she had died once before.

Lifting the quilt, she was just about to get out of bed when she saw a colorful butterfly perched at the head of the bed inside the canopy. Mu Qi understood instantly. She extended her hand, which was wrapped in white gauze, and held it near the colorful butterfly. The butterfly, which had been motionless just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to gain a sense of spirit and flew onto Mu Qi's hand.

Mu Qi had never believed in gods or ghosts, but since her soul had transmigrated into this body, she had accepted the fact that strange things existed in this world. Looking at the colorful butterfly on her hand, she wasn't surprised at all. She herself had been able to transmigrate into Mu Qi's body; why couldn't Mu Qi turn into a butterfly?

Thinking of the gaze in her dream, Mu Qi knew what the original host wanted to say. Looking at the butterfly on her hand, she asked, "You want me to help you take revenge, don't you?"

At that moment, something strange happened. As if it understood, the colorful butterfly fluttered its wings.

Though Mu Qi was mentally prepared, seeing such a scene in reality still felt incredible. "Don't worry. Since I am living in your place, your grudge is my grudge. Go in peace. In your next life, be born into a good family, and don't be too weak of a character, otherwise, people will always bully you."

Hearing Mu Qi's words, the colorful butterfly happily circled around her.

"Miss, are you awake?" Just as Qiaoyu reached the door, she heard the Miss speaking in the room.

Mu Qi didn't want to startle the butterfly. Just as she was about to call out to Qiaoyu not to enter yet, she saw the butterfly fly to the dressing table, stay for a moment, and then fly out through the window.

When Qiaoyu entered, she saw her Miss sitting blankly on the bed, eyes fixed on the window. She couldn't help but worry: "Miss, it's freezing out. Why is the window open? What if you catch a cold?"

Mu Qi was bewildered. "Didn't you open this window?"

As Qiaoyu closed the window, she replied, "How could I possibly open the window? If the window is open, the charcoal burning in the room is wasted. Miss, did that person from yesterday come again?"

Naturally, Mu Qi could not tell Qiaoyu about the supernatural incident with the butterfly. She made a vague excuse: "No, I just opened it. I wanted to see if it was still snowing. By the way, what time is it now?"

Qiaoyu closed the window and helped tidy the bed. Not noticing anything unusual about Mu Qi, she certainly didn't dwell on her inconsistent words: "Miss, it is already the first quarter of the Si hour. I will assist you with your washing; breakfast has already been prepared outside." Qiaoyu was quick and efficient, tidying the bed in an instant.

Mu Qi sat down at the dressing table, letting Qiaoyu comb her hair. Thinking about how she, who was usually an early riser, had actually slept in so late, she felt some soreness in her back after sleeping for over ten hours. She wondered what kind of divine medicine that man had given her; upon waking up, everything was gone. If not for the gauze still wrapped around her hand, Mu Qi would have suspected yesterday was all a dream.

Tapping her fingers lightly on the tabletop, she thought that some people were probably unable to wait any longer. As Mu Qi thought, she looked at the dressing table, suddenly remembering that the butterfly had paused there for a moment. Could it have been trying to tell her something?

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