Seeing Yu Longting's behavior, which made it seem like he wanted to tie me to his belt, I wore an expression of helplessness, "Be good, the Primordial Spirit is too delicate and shouldn't be exposed recklessly."
"I was actually thinking of helping you out. Seems like I can't make a good wife after all." Yu Longting's large palm landed on my head and ruffled it a little, "The person behind that zombie demon isn't simple. Let hubby find you an assistant."
"An assistant...?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Yu Longting's lips curved, "Isn't Zhang Zidao planning to capture that zombie demon? You even had a fight with it."
"Zhang... Who is Zhang Zidao... Wait, wait a minute!" I suddenly realized, "Are you talking about Zhang Zidao, the one called the ancestor by the sect members, who loves wearing the Sun Yat-sen suit, and has the appearance of a young man despite his white hair?"
"Right," Yu Longting said.
I was shocked and blurted out, "How did you know I encountered... met him?"
Halfway through my sentence, I bit my tongue and looked down, feeling very guilty.
I had intentionally hidden it from Yu Longting because I didn't want him to worry. But now that he knew everything, he must be very angry that I had deceived him. How was I going to fix this...
"That zombie demon was injured, and it's obvious the wound was caused by the Zhang Family's Sharp Metal Sword Intent. Moreover, the cultivation is profound; it's not something that can be used by anyone except the very old or the dead." Yu Longting snorted, and I felt a sharp pain on my cheek as he pinched my plump face fiercely.
I looked at him guiltily, my eyes sheepish, "I was wrong, I was wrong! Yu Longting~ I just didn't want you to worry about me."
"We'll settle the matter of you lying to me later."
Yu Longting wore an expression of disdain, as if he couldn't be bothered to fuss over it now. He grasped my waist and pulled me tightly into his embrace, "Do you know how to use someone else's knife to kill? Old Man Zhang is living in a villa in the suburbs of the capital. If you don't know how to plot against someone, I can give you a tip."
"No need, Yu Longting, I've already figured out how to set a trap for Zhang Zidao!"
My eyes sparkled with excitement, and I jumped up to plant a firm kiss on Yu Longting's chin. His news was like rain after a long drought.
Yu Longting had concerns I shared; Hu Jiao was easy to deal with, but the fear was that the person behind Hu Jiao would be tough to handle.
With my mediocre skills, I was likely to fall flat on my face.
But now, the only difficulty had been easily dealt with.
"I'm leaving," Yu Longting said as he touched the spot I had kissed, a devilish smile on his lips as he ground his molars, as if he had been stirred... again.
So inside, he was probably boiling with irritation.
I pushed him, urging him, "Go on, then, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up..." Newest update provided by novel(ꜰ)ire.net
"Heartless little thing," Yu Longting said helplessly, then vanished in an instant.
In my palm, there lay a cool Reverse Scale, resting quietly.
It had been attached to by the Primordial Spirit and had depleted its Spiritual Power, losing some of its luster.
After carefully putting away the white Snake Scale from Yu Longting, I got myself a bit cleaned up and went to Bai Yinman's room to find her, "Sister Yinman, I only need you to help me with one thing. Hold a public funeral for Congcong, inviting everyone from our circles. Hold it at the villa where you live, and let's set it for tomorrow!"
"To hold a funeral... No problem, I can do it," Bai Yinman was clearly puzzled by my request but didn't ask further, agreeing immediately, yet unsure, she asked, "Is that it? Is there anything else?"
"That's all. Remember to send invitations to Hu Jiao and someone named Zhang Zidao." I gave Bai Yinman an encouraging smile, "Zhang Zidao is quite prominent, with many in the entertainment industry fawning over him. You should have the contacts to reach him."
No need for overly complicated strategies or calculations.
Not afraid that Zhang Zidao won't come; he won't be content after being beaten to near death.
Upon learning that Bai Yinman is hosting a funeral for the zombie demon, wouldn't he be eager to come and create a scene?
"I can take care of all these," Bai Yinman's eyes grew more determined as she stood up and said to me, "Miss Wan, I'll get busy with the task you've given me."
"Sister Yinman, wait a moment," I called out to Bai Yinman and waited for her to stop and turn around before continuing, "Treat Congcong well; she doesn't have much time left. She doesn't belong to this world, and leaving is the best thing for her, you understand what I mean?"