Green Mountain

Chen Ji entered the main room, where the sweet and pungent smell of blood mixed with the smell of alcohol assailed his nostrils.

Beside the bed, several blood-stained white cloths were discarded, and the water in a copper basin by the window had also turned into bloody water.

Su Zhou lay unconscious on the bed, ever so quietly, with the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes appearing even deeper under the flickering candlelight.

Xiao Man whispered, "Young Master, she has a total of seven wounds on her body, all of which have been stitched up and doused with strong alcohol."

Chen Ji was about to approach the bed to have a look but was stopped by Xiao Man.

He asked, puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

Xiao Man hurriedly explained, "Young Master, don’t get close to her. This fierce woman is very dangerous, don’t let her hurt you. If there’s anything you need, just tell me, and I’ll do it."

Chen Ji looked at Xiao Man, "You don’t want me to get close, are you not afraid of her yourself?"

Xiao Man said nonchalantly, "A maid has the fate of a maid, if she plots against me and succeeds, remember to burn some paper money for me on the 15th of July every year. Oh, and if you could burn four paper figures of little boys and girls, even better. One to heat water for my feet, one to cook for me, one to do my laundry, and one to massage my legs, so even in the underworld, I can enjoy the feeling of being waited on!"

Chen Ji couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Alright, I’ll burn you two more, one hardworking to be your coachman, and another skillful to make you beautiful clothes."

Xiao Man’s eyes gleamed with anticipation, "That sounds so peaceful."