Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 170 She always asks for 6

The next day they finally left the forest.

After leaving that eerie forest, Song Xianyin felt that she could run much faster.

Jiang Wange's complexion also began to turn rosy.

Their next destination was Kaifeng Village.

The village seemed to be celebrating a wedding, with red "囍" (double happiness) paper-cuts pasted everywhere, but the music sounded rather eerie.

Song Xianyin stood silently among them. Generally, the more joyful the scene, the more likely something strange would happen.

Several elderly people stood at the village entrance, their faces beaming with smiles, holding several red eggs and talking about something.

"Grandpas, are you celebrating a happy occasion?" Wen Chuyan asked, feigning surprise.

The old man looked at them with great joy: "Yes, our village chief's son got married today. He married the most beautiful woman in our Kaifeng village, and the village chief gave us a lot of money."

The old woman next to her laughed and said, "You can go and join in the fun too; maybe you'll get some too."

Jiang Wange was somewhat surprised: "Gifts of silver for marriage?"

So generous.

Wen Chuyan bowed to the old man and said, "It's like this old man. We need to go to Xiangzhou, but the road to Xiangzhou is too far, and we have already run out of our food."

"My friends have all caught a cold. Could you please ask if anyone would be willing to take us in?"

The old man looked at the frail Jiang Wange with some worry in his eyes.

This does look quite serious.

Wen Chuyan took out several silver ingots: "We will pay you."

Song Xianyin frowned as she looked at the silver in his hand. Didn't Wen Chuyan say that it was his last fifty taels of silver?

The old woman exchanged glances with the other elderly people and said, "If you don't mind, you can come to my house. There's no one home here."

Wen Chuyan was delighted: "That would be perfect."

The old woman glanced at Mu Silan, who was supporting Jiang Wange, and smiled, "Young master is so good to your wife."

Jiang Wange calmly broke free from him and smiled, "You've misunderstood."

Mu Silan's hand froze, and she silently lowered her head.

The old woman paused for a moment, then smiled and led them to her house.

The house was clean and spacious.

The first thing Wen Chuyan did was prepare dinner, as he always cooked by himself.

But Song Xianyin couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere in the room, so she immediately ran to the kitchen to help.

Having not used proper kitchen utensils for so long, Wen Chuyan was a bit flustered.

Song Xianyin squatted next to the casserole, shamelessly fanning herself with a fan.

This is the medicine that Jiang Wange is decocting; she just needs to keep an eye on this.

"Fellow Daoist Song, would you like something a little spicier today?" Wen Chuyan asked, startled by the rapidly escalating fire. He quickly pulled out a few pieces of firewood.

"miss you!"

Song Xianyin circled the clay pot from several different angles, but no matter how she changed the cupping position, she still felt the smoke was too pungent.

She wiped her face and found that her hands were completely black.

Wen Chuyan wasn't much better off; his clean clothes had turned gray.

"Why isn't Mu Silan working!"

She was really going to get angry.

Wen Chuyan quickly picked up a piece of meat to calm her down: "Miss Song, don't take it to heart."

Fellow Daoist Mu is really a lazy person, no wonder Fellow Daoist Jiang doesn't like him.

Miss Song is very nice.

While they were having dinner, Song Xianyin kept forcing the secret manual to recognize her as its master.

Jiang Wange's appetite improved: "I'll wash the dishes today."

She has troubled them for so long.

Mu Silan frowned: "What are you doing? I can do it."

Wen Chuyan looked at her and said, "It's alright, Miss Jiang. You haven't eaten much. Let Fellow Daoist Mu do it."

Song Xianyin placed the manual on her lap and threatened while eating, "Hurry up and acknowledge it as your master, or I'll drip oil on you and get you dirty!"

The manual seemed to be dead, giving her no response whatsoever.

“I can handle this little bit of work,” Jiang Wange smiled.

Wen Chuyan sighed. Fellow Daoist Jiang was indeed a very polite person, and she could even understand human speech. He liked communicating with people like her.

The person who couldn't understand human speech spoke up: "I can do whatever you can."

Jiang Wange's face turned cold: "What's so hard about washing dishes? Haven't I washed enough dishes already?"

Mu Silan turned her head away uncomfortably: "I feel sorry for you."

Wen Chuyan looked at them curiously, without interrupting.

This is their business; it would be very impolite for him to interrupt.

"I'm going to tear you apart!" Song Xianyin said in a low voice.

She felt the manual move slightly, then it stopped responding.

"You don't acknowledge your master, huh? I'll tear you out page by page, crumple you up into a ball, and throw you into the water."

Wen Chuyan said fiercely, "Cut it a few times before throwing it away."

"Cut it a hundred times!"

"Cut it ten thousand times!"

Under the threat of the two, the manual visibly wrinkled and wilted.

The village has been very lively, and the music has been playing non-stop since they arrived.

The four of them stayed in the room, keeping an eye on the surroundings.

The music was clearly cheerful, but there was a hint of unease in the air.

Wen Chuyan sat calmly on the bed, while Jiang Wange was wiping her sword with her head down. Mu Silan looked at her tenderly, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Song Xianyin glanced at Mu Silan speechlessly. This was not the time for romance, and besides, he didn't want to talk to her at all.

Suddenly, something made a sound at the window.

Song Xianyin was so frightened that she quickly hid herself; there must be something sinister going on.

To be honest, she didn't find those wild beasts scary at all, at least she could see them.

But she was really afraid of ghosts.

The room fell silent again.

Wen Chuyan frowned. He heard someone breathing in the room; the sound was very soft, but extremely deep.

Jiang Wange and Mu Silan undoubtedly heard it too, and everyone's expressions became somewhat serious.

Wen Chuyan got out of bed, surveyed the room, and gently drew his sword.

But the breathing sounds didn't subside; in fact, they became increasingly heavy.

The cold moonlight shone through the window, and Wen Chuyan's expression grew increasingly solemn.

He slowly walked towards the corner, his breathing becoming clearer. He frowned, but didn't attack immediately.

He tentatively raised his sword and poked at something soft. He poked it again and felt someone holding his sword.

Wen Chuyan choked: "Miss Song?"

A small section of his clothes peeked out from near the cabinet, and he tugged at it, saying, "Go to bed, Miss Song."

This corner of her dress was something Wen Chuyan and Song Xianyin had agreed upon beforehand, because he was afraid of accidentally hurting her while she was invisible, so he had her show a small part of her dress.

But he didn't see it just now.

Song Xianyin rubbed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep under Mu Silan's speechless gaze.