After Failing to Influence the Protagonist Chapter 46
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Chapter 46 Rain of Punishment
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Pei Jing raised an eyebrow. “Taboo? Does that mean we can’t go?”
Zhao Youqing scraped the candle with her fingernail. Despite her gentle appearance, she had been stuck in this dark and desolate place since her death, covered in a layer of gloom. Her lips tightened as she spoke with a cold tone. “You can’t go, and the people in this village can’t either. Don’t worry, your friend won’t be imprisoned there.”
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Pei Jing shook his head. “No, he is there. He personally told me.”
Zhao Youqing looked up, her eyes of a pale gray color examining deeply. She asked, word by word, “He told you himself?”
Pei Jing made up a story. “Yes, we have a strong connection. He appeared in my dream and spoke to me.”
Zhao Youqing smiled at the words. “Such deep affection and loyalty. Well then, go ahead. It’s in the South Mountain. Just keep walking south from here—pass the sacrificial altar in the South Village, and you’ll reach a ruin. At the end of the ruin is Zhang’s house.”
Pei Jing said, “Thank you, Sister Youqing.”
Zhao Youqing’s mood visibly soured. She lowered her gaze and said, “Why call me ‘sister’? I’m old enough to be your ancestor.”
Pei Jing smiled. Well, that’s not always the case.
The night of inheritance had not yet come to an end. Here, even without stars or moonlight, it had its own day and night. Zhao Youqing lit two candles, saying that when the flames died out, he could leave. Pei Jing felt bored, watching as the fire slowly descended on the candles, making a crackling sound. His gaze then turned to Zhao Youqing’s hand beside him—thin, pale, yet revealing a life of privilege and elegance.
She used a small stick to adjust the wick, gracefully rolling up her sleeve.
Pei Jing: She must have been skilled in calligraphy and painting when she as alive. So he said, “Sister Youqing, you must have been a talented woman in your life.”
Zhao Youqing put down the stick and said, “If you want to know something, just ask directly.”
Pei Jing’s eyes immediately lit up, sitting up attentively. “If you’re willing to share, I’m actually quite curious about what happened with the Zhang family. This whole village is filled with ghosts, do you ghosts also have taboos among yourselves?”
Zhao Youqing: “Taboos are things that are feared and shouldn’t be touched, regardless of whether they involve humans or ghosts.”
She lowered her head and said softly, “Who knows what happened with the Zhang family back then. The entire village avoids that place like the plague—both repulsed and in awe. They won’t go in themselves, and they won’t let others in either. I should have reminded you earlier to be careful on your way to Zhang’s house, to avoid being discovered.”
“Alright, thank you for the reminder, Sister Youqing.”
Pei Jing continued to feign youthfulness outwardly, but inside, a sense of heaviness slowly settled. It was something he and Yu Qinglian had discussed before—the ability that could drive a Nascent Soul stage cultibarrelor of Wuwang Peak to lose control, the mysterious power hidden within Zhonglian Village—the power that bestowed Zhang Qingshu with unimaginable abilities, granting eternal life to the people of this underground world.
