I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 140 - 113: Evil Spirit Causes Death! White Ape with Golden Eyes!

Chapter 140: Chapter 113: Evil Spirit Causes Death! White Ape with Golden Eyes!

High Willow City, southwestern area of the outer city, Cold Gate District.

It was already night, and the cold wind was piercing.

Because evil occurrences had been frequent lately, every household had hung willow branches with Night Lamps in front of their doors.

Yet, there were still twenty or thirty households that had not hung up lanterns.

"Dad, people say an Evil Spirit entered the city, and we need to hang up Night Lamps with willow branches." The young boy wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat on a chair, and drank water deeply.

"Where would we get the money to buy lamp oil?" The old man served some thin porridge, pointing at the few grains floating on top, he sighed, "After lighting them for several days, we already don’t have enough rice at home, let alone enough food to eat."

"No worries, we still have a few sweet potatoes at home, we’ll have something to eat tomorrow." The woman came out, the plate she carried had several slices of salted vegetable leaves on it.

"Today, the government office transported a lot of grain, and the wages they paid were not bad." The boy took out several dozen Copper Coins from his pocket and quickly handed them over: "Mom, take this to buy rice tomorrow."

"That’s good, that’s good." The woman’s face lit up with joy, she wiped her hands on her clothes before taking the coins as if they were a treasure.

"Our home hasn’t hung up a Night Lamp, and I always feel it’s not very safe." The boy then looked toward the door, frowning, "We can’t afford the Temple’s lamp oil, but what if we use our home’s candles for now?"

"There are only a few candles left at home. If you put those in the lantern, what will we do in the house?" The old man couldn’t help but shake his head, filled with helplessness: "Shall we eat dinner in the dark tomorrow night, feeling our way around the dishes?"

"Actually, Mom thinks it doesn’t really matter." The woman spoke, "Look outside, several of our neighbors didn’t light their lamps either..."

"Even those who did light lamps, not many used the Temple’s lamp oil; they just switched it with ordinary lamp oil."

The old man shook his head, then said, "More than ten years ago, I went with some folks to the Temple in the inner city to worship Liu Venerate, and I overheard some noble say that ordinary lamp oil doesn’t actually work..."

The boy finally sighed, picked up a slice of salted vegetable, and swallowed the last of the porridge from his bowl in one gulp.

"I’m off to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow. There’s work at the Salt Works hiring laborers; if I rest well, I’ll have the strength tomorrow to carry more and earn some extra money for lamp oil."

"Child, don’t push yourself too hard." The woman voiced her concern: "After all, we live inside the city, not as refugees in the Pure Land. The city is ultimately safer, and even without lamp oil, it shouldn’t matter."

"That’s right, there are night patrols outside, and enforcers from the Cold Gate Department; we have the protection of Liu Venerate within the city, nothing will happen."

The old man put down his chopsticks and said, "You just take care of yourself. I’ve made quite a few fish traps lately, and in a couple of days, some guys will go with me to fish outside the city. We’ll keep one for ourselves and won’t sell the rest in the district, but instead, find someone to sell them in the inner city."

"The inner city would be great."

The woman mused, "People in the inner city rarely eat wild fish from outside, and they pay several times more than in the Cold Gate District. Who knows, they might be so pleased they could give us a Silver ingot as a reward."

"The inner city is too far; Dad, please don’t go."

The young boy frowned and said, "I remember last year, Zhen from the Three Alleyways caught some wild birds to sell as game in the inner city but was beaten and left with a crippled leg just because they didn’t want to pay for the birds."

"He was just unlucky, I won’t be like him."

The old man knocked on the table, creating a thumping sound, expressing his displeasure.

He then stood up to return to his room.

But the thumping sound did not stop.

The old man was startled, realizing the knocking was coming from the door.

"Who is it this late?"

The young boy stood up, about to open the door.

The old man quickly grabbed him, shaking his head, "It’s late at night. I’ve heard there have been quite a few troublemakers around, beware of thieves or bandits breaking in."

"Brother Yan, it’s me from Mirror Shadow District, from the family that sells meat, you saw me during the day."

A young voice came from outside, saying, "It’s too late now, the district gates are shut, and I can’t get back to Mirror Shadow District, so I’m looking for a place to stay overnight."

"There’s no room here."

The old man shouted back.

"I can stay in the yard, and I won’t stay for free. Here, take this remaining half-piece of meat as my overnight fee."

There was the sound of two plops, and a palm-sized piece of pork belly was thrown in from outside, landing on the ground.

Father and son exchanged glances and then looked at the spotlessly clean pots and pans in the light of the candle.

"Dad, I saw him in the afternoon, even the government office’s day patrol bought some meat from him."

"I heard his uncle entered the butcher’s yard in Mirror Shadow District half a month ago, so he has some connections. He often gets half a pig to sell around the streets with a cart, two or three Copper Coins cheaper than the regular price." The boy whispered, "Pork Rong, he’s quite well-known recently, a lot of people recognize him."

"As long as he’s not a bad person, that’s fine."

Looking at the piece of meat, the old man swallowed and nodded his head.

The boy hurried forward, picked up the meat, and opened the door.

Standing outside was a young man with a cart, smiling honestly.

"Come on in. There’s a little storage room to the side, I’ll lay down some straw for you to sleep on for the night."

"Sure!"

The young man pushed his cart in, sat down with a grateful smile.

The woman, receiving the piece of meat, was overjoyed and quickly chopped it up to cook with the two slices of salted vegetable, making a plate of stir-fry.

"What a wonderful aroma."

The boy approached, smacking his lips, "People in the district say Pork Rong’s meat isn’t as good as what’s sold in the butcheries, which is why it’s cheaper, but looking at this fat and juice, it seems even better than what we buy for festivals."

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