Chapter 6: A Monster Descends from Heaven

“Yes, Miss,” Xiao Tao responded, then went to fetch some water.

After finishing her bath, Xiao He entered the room carrying a beautiful lunch box.

Ji Ruoling was very glad that the Ji family did not sit together as one large group during dinner; otherwise, she truly wouldn't be able to stand it.

From the attitude her various aunts had toward her yesterday, combined with her memories, she knew that being valued by Ji Yi would inevitably make her the target of envy, making it impossible for her to even eat in peace.

“Miss, the Family Head came by this afternoon,” Xiao Tao said as she walked into the room.

“Is that so?” Ji Ruoling picked up a piece of fish and put it in her mouth, narrowing her eyes in enjoyment.

“When the Family Head arrived, you were reading. He said he wouldn't disturb your reading and left, and he even sent someone to deliver a cluster of wild grapes.” As she spoke, she placed the plate of washed grapes on the table.

Ji Ruoling glanced at them; the deep purple grapes would serve perfectly as after-dinner fruit.

After dinner, Ji Ruoling sat in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air, flipping through a book with one hand while popping grapes into her mouth with the other.

Xiao Tao and the others had also gone to eat dinner, leaving her alone to continue her research into the profession of martial artists.

“Ugh...” Ji Ruoling stretched. For some reason, even though it was only about eight o'clock, she was already incredibly sleepy.

She wasn't sure if it was because people here went to bed early or if all the food had gone straight to her stomach, but regardless, she was drowsy.

Ji Ruoling stood up, holding her book in one hand and the plate in the other, turning around to prepare to go back to her room to sleep.

After only two steps, something black suddenly fell in front of her eyes with a "thud."

Ji Ruoling instinctively looked at the ground; a black mass was lying there.

She placed the items in her hands back on the stone table and was just about to squat down to take a closer look when, unexpectedly, the object let out a pained groan.

It gave Ji Ruoling a fright.

“Save... me...” The black object moved again, letting out a weak voice.

If it weren't for the fact that it was night and the surroundings were very quiet, and that Ji Ruoling had good hearing, she wouldn't have heard it at all.

The voice was quieter than a mosquito's buzz.

“Hey, you...” Ji Ruoling boldly squatted down, then poked the "thing" with her finger. As she leaned in closer to look, the more she saw, the more familiar it became. She couldn't help but cry out, “It's you!”

That unidentified black object that had fallen from the sky was none other than Hou Mochen, who had come to the Ji family this morning to break off the engagement.

Ji Ruoling felt her finger was sticky.

She flipped her hand over; her finger was coated in bright red blood.

Only then did she realize that everything sticky on his body was blood. He had rolled around somewhere, and his entire body was filthy.

He was still wearing the white robes from this morning, but now they were a complete mess.

*He won't die if I leave him here, will he?*

*Whatever, let him die. Who asked him to have that attitude this morning?*

*That's not good... he is a human life, after all.*

...

Two little people were fighting in Ji Ruoling's mind, but ultimately, the little person representing justice emerged victorious.

“I'll be merciful and save you just this once.” Ji Ruoling grabbed one of Hou Mochen's hands and placed it over her shoulder, then used every ounce of strength she possessed to pull him up.

“Ugh...” A pained expression appeared on Hou Mochen's filthy face.

After a struggle of dragging and pulling, she managed to get him into the room and laid him on the floor.

Hou Mochen had already fainted from the pain caused by Ji Ruoling's rough handling.

“Bleeding this much... just how serious is this wound?” Ji Ruoling frowned, looking at the blood stained on her own body and shaking her head helplessly.

Just as Ji Ruoling was feeling distressed, an unfamiliar voice came from outside: “Look, there are bloodstains on the ground in this courtyard, leading all the way into the house. The person must be inside!”

Then came the sound of rapid footsteps, growing closer and closer.

Ji Ruoling felt like she didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Were those people outside the ones who had beaten Hou Mochen like this?

If someone as powerful as Hou Mochen could be beaten into this state, wouldn't she die a miserable death?!

*Should I just hand him over and beg for mercy?*

*But what if they kill him to silence the witness?*

*She didn't want to die on her second day of transmigration!*

“Calm down, Ji Ruoling, calm down.” She told herself to stay calm, but she simply couldn't.

Ji Ruoling glanced at Hou Mochen. Moonlight shone through the thin window paper onto him, and a certain spot within his filthy clothes seemed to be glowing.

She reached out to touch it, and a dagger was revealed; the part that was glowing was the tip of the blade.

Ji Ruoling pulled the dagger out, gripping it tightly with both hands, encouraging herself mentally.

If those people broke in, she would fight them to the death.

Gripping the dagger, Ji Ruoling ducked down and ran behind the door. Her breathing was rapid; she closed her eyes, trying her best to relax.

The people outside were getting closer and closer. Holding the dagger, she felt the periodic chill from the gemstone on the hilt, as well as the pain from the gemstone's edges digging into her palm from her tight grip. She felt as though her heart was also turning cold.

Behind the door, a hand was placed on the door and pushed open the closed wooden gate with force.

“Bring it on!” Ji Ruoling spun around abruptly, thrusting the dagger forward with absolutely no technique.

“Ugh...” The person opening the door had not expected someone to be behind the door and was stabbed without any warning.

Given Ji Ruoling's height, she happened to stab the person in the stomach.

Ji Ruoling saw the person clearly: they were wearing black night-traveling clothes and a black mask.

The people behind him were the same, and they all held shimmering silver sabers in their hands.

The man she had stabbed clutched his stomach, his exposed eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

The man took a step back, then stumbled back two more steps.

The rest of the men in black stepped forward, their dazzling sabers swinging toward her in unison!

Ji Ruoling closed her eyes, thinking to herself that it was over. To be hacked to death on her second day of transmigration—she would probably be the first in the history of transmigration!

She still gripped the dagger tightly, harboring a determination to die.

The cold moonlight poured down, landing on the blood-stained dagger in her hand.

Ji Ruoling felt as if a light was shining directly into her eyes.

However, a scream rang in her ears: “You! Who are you!”

“No!”

“Who is it? Come out now!” There were only a few startled cries, followed by a furious roar, and after that, no more sound was heard.

A quarter of an hour later, Ji Ruoling could no longer resist the curiosity in her heart, and she peeked through a slit in her eyes.

With just one look, her eyes widened in shock. Looking at the pile of black-clad corpses that looked like a small hill, her eyes were filled with disbelief.

Thinking this, she jogged over to the pile of corpses and lowered her head to look at the black-clad man buried at the very bottom.

His eyes were wide open, filled with terror.

Seeing the way the man had died with his eyes wide, Ji Ruoling felt a jolt of fear. She hurriedly dropped the dagger, pressed her hands together, and muttered, “Big brothers in black, you weren't killed by me. Every grievance has a source and every debt has a debtor; please don't come looking for me.”

Having said that, the terror on her face vanished, replaced only by hesitation: what on earth should she do with these dozen or so corpses?

Just as she was fretting over how to handle the aftermath, something suddenly fell from above.

Because the pile of black-clad corpses had been hit by this sudden impact, the pile—which hadn't been very dense to begin with—was even more disturbed, and two corpses were squeezed out, naturally lowering the height of the pile.

At this moment, a man dressed in a purple robe was lying on top. His narrow eyes were slightly open, and a glamorous yet eerie purple lotus bloomed on his forehead. His lips were also stained with a faint purple; though there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, it did not diminish his beauty, but rather added a unique charm.

Ji Ruoling was momentarily dazed, but she quickly snapped out of it, muttering under her breath, "Monster!"

If the birthmark on her own face were gone, she wondered who would be more beautiful.

Thinking this, she looked up at the man in purple again.

The man was also looking at her. As Ji Ruoling looked up, her gaze collided with his. The man's gaze was indifferent, as calm as water.

“Um, did you kill these men in black?” Although the man's gaze held no intimidation, Ji Ruoling was, after all, a girl, and being stared at by a man made her quite uncomfortable.

The man did not speak; he merely flickered his eyelids slightly, which served as a silent confirmation.