She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 252: On Your Own? On Yours?

Chapter 252: Chapter 252: On Your Own? On Yours?

The burly men who had been lying on the ground and wailing all stood up abruptly, surging toward Yan Wanqing and Xiao Pingfeng like they were injected with chicken blood.

With the addition of money and status, their combat power had increased by a pinky’s worth.

Out of respect for their commendable courage, Yan Wanqing simply tossed aside her fan and began to use her fists...

All Fu Mingyue could hear were the wails and the sound of fists colliding with flesh and bone.

This outsider woman was no human being, actually fighting flesh to flesh!

Too ruthless!

As Yan Wanqing became more and more excited with each blow, even snatching a few men from Xiao Pingfeng’s grasp and successfully turning all the strong men in the room into pig-headed figures, her gaze fell on Fu Mingyue.

"What are you doing! You wouldn’t dare!" Fu Mingyue panicked, covering her face with both hands, "One does not strike a smiling face, nor hit someone’s face!"

With a shriek...

Yan Wanqing expressionlessly withdrew her fist.

"I’ve always said one shouldn’t hit the face!" Fu Mingyue, her face swollen, got up from the ground, her features already distinctly wrinkled, clearly a disguise mask.

"I never agreed to that." Not hitting the face would take away the joy of not using weapons for her.

Feeling the hot sweat on her body.

Yan Wanqing loosened up her shins, "The fight today was really satisfying, I can get a good night’s sleep now."

Fu Mingyue felt a mix of shame and embarrassment after hearing this.

Did these two come here to cure their insomnia?!

It was clear they didn’t take her, Fu Mingyue, seriously at all.

"You two have stirred up trouble now!" Fu Mingyue cursed with slurred speech, "Let me tell you, you won’t live to leave Mingyue Town alive!"

"With just you?" Yan Wanqing rubbed her fists right in front of her.

Fu Mingyue shrank back.

Yan Wanqing raised an eyebrow, looking around, "Or with all of you?"

With this group of combat failures, they wanted to take their lives? It wasn’t that Yan Wanqing was arrogant, but rather that everyone present was trash.

Grinding her teeth, Fu Mingyue adopted the logic that a wise man knows better than to fight when the odds are against him, "Spit it out, what are you two doing at Mingyue Building?"

"You send people to beat us up without even knowing what we want?" That was rather hasty, Yan Wanqing looked toward Xiao Pingfeng, "I wouldn’t be able to tolerate this if I were you."

Xiao Pingfeng, expressionless, said nothing, as if you tolerated it.

The injured on the ground were evidence.

"We just wanted to have a few words with Shen Shuyun, that’s all."

Fu Mingyue looked at them both warily, "Who are you, and why do you want to see her?"

"Outsiders, obviously," Yan Wanqing replied impatiently, her fists crackling, "Isn’t it obvious?"

Their clothing and every inch of their skin screamed that they weren’t locals.

Biting her lip in frustration, Fu Mingyue consoled herself that a truly great woman does not quarrel with a vile one, that the ultimate sign of a superior person is to endure immediate adversity for a bigger plan.

Once she had come to that realization, she tried to force a smile, but it tugged at the swollen half of her face, tearing her already precarious disguise mask almost clean off.

Fu Mingyue’s true features were revealed.

"Wow," Yan Wanqing let out a whistle.

Fu Mingyue: "..."

"You and Abiao have quite the repertoire, playing the whole snatch-and-grab local girl routine right there on the main street," Yan Wanqing said with a disgusted look on her face upon realizing.

Fu Mingyue and Shen Shuyun had identical faces.

Down to the mole at the corner of their eyes, at the exact same spot.

Hurriedly, Fu Mingyue covered the other half of her face with her hand, a flash of panic in her eyes, "You’re talking nonsense!"

"You two outsiders, if you’ve got no other business, better leave Mingyue Town quickly. Consider it a great act of compassion on my part to let you go," Fu Mingyue changed her tune.

"You were just saying we won’t get out of Mingyue Town alive," Xiao Pingfeng helpfully reminded her.

Fu Mingyue ground her teeth, "What if I’ve changed my mind?!" No need to remember everything so clearly.

"That won’t do," Yan Wanqing declared, crossing her arms lazily, "There’s a saying that it’s easy to invite the gods, but hard to send them off. Besides, I’m very interested in you now."

"?" Very interested in her? Fu Mingyue’s eyes filled with terror. Was this wicked woman really going to play that twisted game?

Xiao Pingfeng swept a cold gaze over, and realizing she had spoken rashly, Yan Wanqing coughed, "...about your face."

She had a family to think about, and she needed to be careful about what she said when she was away from home.

She mentally noted that down.

Otherwise, she’d have to coax him herself later on.

It would be loss outweighing gain.

Xiao Pingfeng finally slowly withdrew his icy gaze after she added those two words.

Fu Mingyue then covered his face with both hands, "It’s none of your business, don’t meddle!"

"Did you say it on your own, or..." Yan Wanqing raised her hand, slowly clenched it into a fist in the air, and blatantly threatened, "or shall I beat it out of you?"

"...I’ll talk," Fu Mingyue chose to compromise.

Half a cup of tea later.

The three of them arrived in a secluded room.

The room was elegantly furnished, clearly a young lady’s boudoir.

Fu Mingyue swept a dark glance at the two of them, then walked towards the inner room, "Come over here, and you’ll see the truth for yourselves."

Yan Wanqing drew close, just to see Fu Mingyue slowly drawing back the curtain—

"Be careful!" Xiao Pingfeng called out sharply.

Three cold arrows shot out from the curtain, and Yan Wanqing instinctively dodged, as the arrows flew past where she just stood and embedded themselves into the wall.

"Are you alright?" Xiao Pingfeng, his soul still in fright, stepped forward to check her over.

Yan Wanqing nodded, "I’m fine, check on Fu Mingyue!"

Looking back at where the curtain once was, Fu Mingyue had vanished.

Xiao Pingfeng said gravely, "Just now, she’s already jumped into the secret passage and fled."

"Truly unexpected at every turn." Yan Wanqing walked back to the vicinity of the curtain, where this time there were no arrows, and the ground was smooth, showing no sign of a secret passage entrance.

"There must be a switch somewhere; it’s just going to take some effort to find," Yan Wanqing said as she began to feel around the area with both hands.

Xiao Pingfeng came over to help.

But very soon.

"Come here," he said.

Yan Wanqing saw him standing beside the bedstead, staring intently.

She hurried over and then saw that beneath the layers of curtains lay a person who had the same face as Shen Shuyun and Fu Mingyue!

But her eyes were tightly shut, and she looked completely lifeless.

"Looking at her clothes, she must be from a wealthy family, and the fact they’ve gone to the extent of stuffing Cold Jade under her chin, it’s almost certain this is a corpse," Xiao Pingfeng articulated each word.

Yan Wanqing examined the person’s face in front of her carefully.

Upon close inspection, some differences could still be discerned.

The woman in front of her was more exquisitely beautiful, and her aura was also different from that of Fu Mingyue and Shen Shuyun.

"She looks so lifelike," Yan Wanqing stretched out her hand to feel for breath at her nose.

But then something miraculous happened.

Her hand passed right through!

There was no one on the bedstead at all!

If there was no person, then how could such a beautiful woman appear before their eyes?

Yan Wanqing and Xiao Pingfeng exchanged a glance, seeing in each other’s eyes surprise and more overwhelmingly... a thick interest.

Mingyue Town, Mingyue Fragrance, three women with the same face, and Abiao who carried the totem of the Divine Church of Light.

Everything was as if shrouded in fog.

Drawing them in to keep probing for the truth.

"This town is full of strangeness," Yan Wanqing said slowly as she looked at the woman on the bedstead, "Have you noticed? We’ve not seen any elderly here."

Since they entered the town, they had not seen a single elderly person.

"Neither have we seen any children," Xiao Pingfeng added.

A town without old people and children is like a place without an end or beginning.

How exactly does it continue to thrive?

The night grew thicker.

The full moon in the sky became ever more holy, so holy it almost seemed eerie.