Chapter 115: Chapter 113: Can It Be Used in the World Below?

Wen Ying casually placed the contract in the drawer under her desk. Just then, she received a message on her phone: "Your XX account has been credited with five million."

Wen Ying was just starting to get excited about buying extra fried chicken when her phone chimed with another text. "Your XX account has been debited four million. Your remaining balance is one million thirty thousand. The thirty thousand was from your own savings."

[Host, rest assured. I have already contacted other systems and will immediately invest this four million into your charitable endeavors!]

"You guys have systems that specialize in charity?"

[Of course, but they require a ten percent commission fee.]

"Your systems take a cut too?" Wen Ying was a little shocked. ’What kind of advanced being invented all these systems?’

’Could it be some kind of cosmic sales king?’

*

Wen Ying opened the jade box. Inside lay a red wedding veil, folded neatly.

But a wave of coldness washed over her.

However, the moment the chill touched Wen Ying, it instantly dissipated.

Wen Ying reached out, took the red wedding veil, and unfolded it.

She had to admit, the wedding veil was quite exquisite. It was adorned with intricate embroidery, a clear testament to masterful craftsmanship.

It made sense. Back then, Jiang Han was a powerful and high-ranking court official, so the materials for his wedding would naturally be expensive and fine.

Ordinary people could never afford such embroidery.

The value of the veil itself, back in those days, was more than what an ordinary family spent on food for a whole year.

The pattern on it... was actually a dragon and phoenix bringing prosperity?

’Holy crap!’

’This was premeditated!’

This thing was evidence of a crime—evidence of treason.

As everyone knows, the dragon represents the Son of Heaven, the Emperor. Only the most supreme and noble person was permitted to use its likeness.

And Jiang Han, though he was above ten thousand people, was still beneath one.

He absolutely could not have used a pattern of a dragon and phoenix bringing prosperity. If this got out, no other evidence would be needed to prove treason.

This alone was enough.

Jiang Han wouldn’t have done this, and Azi certainly wouldn’t have. The conclusion was obvious.

Azi must have known her fate the moment she saw this red wedding veil. She was unwilling to accept it, yet she was utterly helpless.

All she wanted was for Jiang Han to be safe.

But she didn’t even see Jiang Han on their wedding night. She didn’t see him in the final moments of her life.

She was resentful, she was indignant. That bitterness lingered for ages, year after year, forming a powerful grudge that consumed her sanity.

Wen Ying gently stroked the red wedding veil. The Evil Qi that had been about to surge out began to recede.

"Loulan has already vanished. The people you wanted revenge on have all turned to dust, disappearing into the annals of history. Your vengeance is complete.

You can see the light of day again because of Jiang Han’s descendant, but you can’t stay with them. Your Evil Qi is harmful to them, understand?

Forget it. What could you possibly understand in your current state?"

Wen Ying felt a pang of melancholy. ’How could a grudge that has lost all reason be swayed by just a few words?’

Although the red wedding veil now belonged to her, making her its master, to the grudge on the veil, she was merely one more person trying to control it.

How could a century of resentment just vanish in an instant?

That’s not how human emotions work.

Wen Ying put the red wedding veil away, tossing it casually into the drawer under the desk. "You’ll recover someday, right? I can’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best to help you regain your clarity."

After dealing with Jiang Zhengyi’s matter, Wen Ying took out the bag she had gotten from Uncle Zhang.

The Spiritual Energy in her body had mostly recovered, so she finally had time to do some planning.

It was a big red plastic bag. When she opened it, she found it stuffed with all sorts of odds and ends.

Four different models of handguns?

Wen Ying stared blankly. ’Is this stuff useful in the underworld?’

’What kind of world is it down there?’

’When two soul bodies are facing off, you pull out a handgun and just go PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW at the other one?’

’Doesn’t it shoot bullets?’

’Can this thing even hit a soul body?’

[Host! This system can’t bear to watch anymore! Stop trying to understand the laws of another world with that palm-sized brain of yours! If it can be sent down there, it will automatically transform into a weapon suitable for that world. What it shoots isn’t bullets, but a form of energy that can attack a soul body, got it?]

"You’ve got a sharp tongue, but your high-tech heart isn’t so bad. You’re a bit like a person."

[Suddenly, this system can’t tell if the Host is praising it or insulting it.]

’A system being like a person... what kind of adjective is that?’

The system fell into deep thought.

Having gotten the answer from the system, Wen Ying understood.

’So the rest of these things work on the same principle. If all this stuff ends up in the underworld, what will that world become?’

’Suddenly, I’m kind of looking forward to it. What do I do?’

Rocket launchers?

That was a bit of a leap. Thankfully, there were only two rocket launcher models.

A sedan?

’Do soul bodies need to drive cars too?’

Tanks???

A full six tank models!

’Uncle Zhang’s imagination really is something else!’

He didn’t include any bows and arrows; it was all heavy-duty weaponry.

There were also a few knives that looked like they would be sharp.

Wen Ying counted the items. There were thirty in total.

She took out the knives and guns, put the other items back, ate a plate of fried chicken, and got to work.

Unexpectedly, after drawing the charm for just one handgun, Wen Ying felt it consumed far more Spiritual Energy than drawing on Yellow Paper.

At this rate, preparing all of these items would completely drain all the Spiritual Energy in her body for the day.

Wen Ying silently put the knives back in the bag.

’Perfect. This is much better.’

"Little Ying! Little Ying!" Aunt Zhang ran into the clinic from outside, beaming at Wen Ying. "Our street is holding an event, and today’s the first performance! The neighborhood committee wants everyone to go and support our local cultural development. Little Ying, you want to come?"

Aunt Zhang was carrying two small stools; clearly, one of them was for Wen Ying.

"Isn’t Uncle Zhang going?"

"He has to watch the shop, so what’s the point? You should come with me! Look at you, so young, cooped up in the clinic by yourself all day with no one to talk to. There are a lot of young people at the event today!"

"Alright, I’ll go."

Wen Ying put her things away and followed Aunt Zhang to the only public square on the street.

The square was located in the center of the street, not far from the clinic—only a four or five-minute walk.

Sure enough, when she arrived, a large crowd had already gathered in front of the stage in the square.

This was the first time Wen Ying had seen so many people on the street since she inherited the clinic. It was packed; there had to be two or three hundred people.

Aunt Zhang pulled Wen Ying along, heading straight for the front row before the stage.

"Little Ying, let’s sit in the front row! The director said you’re a college student. Maybe you’ll even get to interact and say a few words!"

Wen Ying didn’t refuse and walked toward the front.

She saw other young people around, holding cameras.