My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 46: Qian Gui

Chapter 46: Qian Gui

Ye Luoting was splattered with blood and screamed in fear.

The city lord, Ye Heng, was not intimidated by the scene in front of him. Instead, he shouted, “Shut up!

Hearing this, Ye Luoting quickly covered his mouth with his hand, but his trembling body still showed how scared he was.

“Since you’re here, why are you hiding? The experts in my mansion are probably dead at your hands, and we pose no threat to you,” Ye Heng said cautiously, surveying his surroundings.

“Oh? How do you know they’re dead?” the person in the shadows became interested.

“My son just made a loud noise. With the hearing of the seventh class warriors in my mansion, they should have heard the commotion and come running, but there was no movement outside except for their deaths. I can’t think of any other possibility,” Ye Heng said with a grim expression.

A crisp applause echoed through the hall, incredibly jarring in the silence of the night.

“I thought Lord Ye was useless, but it seems he has some brains,” the voice came from the shadows. Three severed heads were thrown into the hall, each with blood gushing from its seven orifices and a terrified expression on its face.

Seeing this, Ye Luoting was paralyzed with fear and wet himself.

Ye Heng clenched his right fist and gritted his teeth. The three heads on the ground belonged to the seventh-class warriors from the city lord’s mansion!

At that moment, the shadow of a pillar in the hall suddenly moved. In a few moments, the shadow stood upright and gradually transformed into a figure with a red ghost mask, long gray-white hair, a black-and-white robe, and numerous palm-sized skulls hanging from his waist.

Ye Heng pretended to be calm and asked cautiously, “We have no grudge between us. Why are you so ruthless?”

“Collecting people’s wealth and resolving calamities for others. Do you still remember Tang Xuan, the son of the Minister of War, who came here a few days ago?” The voice behind the ghost mask was terrifying.

“I do remember. When Master Tang arrived, we treated him well and saw him off respectfully when he left. But I don’t understand how that has anything to do with you coming after me?” Ye Heng replied.

“You really don’t know?” A strong sense of pressure emanated from the shadow.

Ye Heng turned pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “I truly don’t know.”

The figure stepped out of the shadow and approached Ye Heng. Under the immense pressure, Ye Heng felt as if the red ghost mask had come to life, opening its blood-filled mouth, ready to devour him whole.

“You really don’t know?” the figure asked again.

Ye Heng shook his head desperately, unable to speak at this point.

The figure stared for a moment, withdrew the pressure, and paced back and forth in the hall. Then it said slowly, “Young Master Tang did not return to the Heavenly City.”

“What?!” Ye Heng widened his eyes, a possible scenario entering his mind. Cold sweat instantly drenched his back, but he clung to a sliver of hope. “Perhaps Young Master Tang had urgent matters and couldn’t return to Heavenly City immediately.”

The figure sneered, “His soul lamp is extinguished.”

The so-called soul lamp was a method used by the Hundred Ghosts Sect. They could peel off a strand of a living person’s soul and merge it with a lampwick, creating a soul lamp. Once the soul lamp was extinguished, it meant the owner of the soul strand had died.

Ye Heng fell to his knees in fear. “My lord, this has nothing to do with me. Young Master Tang, he definitely wasn’t killed by me. Please spare my life!”

“I know it wasn’t you who killed him. However, Young Master Tang had contact with you, and you failed to protect his safety. Do you deserve to live?” The figure’s words left Ye Luoting in a state of shock.

Ye Heng’s expression changed constantly. Eventually, he propped himself up with both hands and stood up with great difficulty. “If you truly wanted to kill me, you could have done so from the beginning. I believe you still think I might be useful to you.”

“That’s right, I like talking to smart people. You’ve saved your life, but I have two tasks for you. Although one person could accomplish them, it would take more effort,” the figure nodded.

“My lord, please tell me what you need me to do,” Ye Heng said, relieved.

“First, I want you to find a person named Li Yang in Jinyang City and tell me his whereabouts. Second, find a way to kill the Qin Family’s Young Master, Qin Feng, and bring me his body!” The figure ordered.

Ye Heng was shocked at first, then his face became complicated. “I’m not hiding it from you, the three experts in my mansion have already died at your hands. Qin Feng is always protected by seventh-class guards, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

At his words, the figure snapped his fingers, and an incredible scene unfolded.

Outside the hall, in the courtyard, three figures appeared, startling Ye Heng. These three figures were clearly not human; they were headless bodies, the remains of three seventh class warriors!

But with no heads, how could these three bodies move?

The three bodies walked into the hall, picked up their respective heads, and put them back on their necks. A sinister smile appeared on their faces, causing Ye Luoting to faint in shock.

Ye Heng had lived most of his life, but he had never seen anything so bizarre. Even in the world of countless ghosts and spirits, he had never heard of such a method of resurrecting the dead!

The man with the ghostly face said coldly, “From now on, you will control these three puppets. Their strength is not weaker than when they were alive, and they are more than capable of dealing with seventh-class opponents.”

“I understand. I will find a way to use them to kill Qin Feng! May I ask, sir, what should I call you?”

“Qian Gui.”

The next day, Qin Feng yawned, pushed open the door, and sniffed the wine in the cup in his hand. He nodded in satisfaction.

After a night of experimenting, he had finally distilled an extremely pure liquor. Now he needed to find a reliable distillery, teach them the distillation method, and produce a large quantity of flavorful liquor.

Once he succeeded, the profits of the Moonlit Pavilion would undoubtedly reach new heights.

However, Qin Feng also understood that finding a reliable distillery was not an easy task. After all, in Jinyang City, the city lord was the highest authority, and most distilleries would not dare to go against the city lord’s mansion.

“The Moonlit Pavilion’s supply of alcohol can only last for three days. I have to find a distillery, there’s no time to lose. Since the major distilleries in the city have been bribed by the city lord’s mansion, maybe I can ask the lord of the Demon Slayer Department. He may know of a small, neglected distillery that can take over the brewing tasks.”

After careful consideration, Qin Feng was about to leave the Qin residence. At that moment, he coincidentally encountered his father while looking for Lan Ningshuang.

His father had a sharp nose and immediately smelled the alcohol in the cup. It was an extremely high-quality liquor. After taking a sip, his whole being felt light and ethereal, piquing his interest. “Feng’er, where did you buy this alcohol?”

In response, Qin Feng explained the process of distillation and the difficulties faced by the Moonlit Pavilion. After hearing the story, Qin Jian’an pondered for a moment and then said, “I do know of a small distillery. Perhaps you can try there.”