Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 20 Help

  It was in the house.

   Wen Rusheng felt something was wrong in his heart, but his mind was a little dull, and he pushed open the door before he could react.

   He stepped in, and the door behind him closed with a creak.

  Wen Rusheng suddenly turned around and rushed to the sliding door.

   "Eight Uncle." A soft voice came from behind.

  Wen Rusheng turned around abruptly, and what caught his eye was a young girl smiling like a flower.

   "You, don't come here!" Wen Rusheng pressed his back against the door, unable to retreat, his face turned pale with fright.

   "Why is the eighth uncle so afraid?" Wen Hao asked with a smile.

  Wen Ru's teeth were trembling, and he insisted: "I... I'm not afraid, but a little uncomfortable... Why is Ah Hao in Feng'er's room?"

   Can't show that he knows she is a monster, or the monster will show up and eat him!

  Wen Hao Yingying smiled: "The eighth uncle asked me why I am here. I don't have much food to eat, so come and have a look."

  Wen Rusheng nearly collapsed on the ground with a soft leg, desperately trying to open the door.

   The door of the room remained motionless.

   "Let me out, let me out quickly—" Wen Rusheng completely collapsed, shouting hoarsely.

   A cool hand patted his shoulder.

   "If the eighth uncle shouts again, I will eat you."

  Wen Rusheng's crying stopped abruptly, staring at the girl in white who was approaching.

   "You, you, you...really a monster?"

  Wen Hao shook his head lightly: "The eighth uncle is joking, how can there be such a good-looking monster like me."

  Wen Rusheng sat down on the ground.

   For sure, she is a monster!

   It is rumored that monsters love to possess beautiful girls, so that they have a good skin to confuse people.

   Seeing Wen Rusheng so frightened, Wen Hao was in a complicated mood.

   The strangeness that she hated in her previous life has become the biggest help in this life.

   This cousin of hers is especially timid and afraid of ghosts.

  One evening in a previous life, she met a somewhat drunk cousin in the garden, and heard a sentence in his heart: Will there be ghosts in this big garden?

   She was stunned.

   She had heard countless malicious or kind thoughts from those people, and it was the first time she heard such words.

Because of this, she was deeply impressed by the cowardice of this cousin.

   "Eight uncle, let's go into the Westinghouse and talk, the ground is cold."

  The Westinghouse is arranged as a study, where Wen Feng usually reads books.

  Wen Rusheng sat on the ground and stared straight at Wen Hao as he walked into the Westinghouse, and swooped over to pull the door.

  The door was pulled open, and a pale face appeared in front of him.

  Wen Rusheng was so frightened that his voice was stuck in his throat, and he stumbled into the Westinghouse.

  Wen Hao sat on the rose chair and pointed to one side of the low couch: "Eight uncles, sit down quickly."

  Wen Rusheng shivered and sat down on the edge of the couch, not daring to look at Wen Hao's face.

   "The Eighth Uncle is really afraid of me."

  Wen Rusheng glanced at Wen Hao, hurriedly retracted his gaze as if being pricked by a needle, and cried, "Ah Hao, what do you want?"

   It is said that he is going to eat him, and now he will open his **** mouth, why let him sit?

   "As the saying goes, if you don't do something wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts." Wen Hao rested his hand on the arm of the chair, with a leisurely expression, "What did the eighth uncle do, why are you so afraid of me?"

   The day after tomorrow will be the day when my father will act. At this time, he must have already warned his cousin.

   "I, I—" Wen Rusheng opened his mouth, unable to speak.

   "The Eighth Uncle looked at me and said."

  Wen Rusheng lowered his head and dared not look.

  Wen took a good shot at the table.

  Wen Rusheng shuddered in fright and looked at it honestly.

The   candlelight dimmed the girl's expression, making her even less flamboyant.

   "The Eighth Uncle is going to kill my mother." The girl fiddled with her fingers, her tone firm.

   Her fingers were slender and slender, and her bright red nails seemed to glisten with blood under the light.

  Wen Rusheng's pupils shrank, thinking of the scene of the girl sitting on a tree and eating her fingers under the moonlight last night.

   He fell from the low couch and sat down on his knees.

   "I, I didn't…"

   "Really not?" Wen Hao got up and walked in front of him.

  Wen Rusheng stared at the ground, the snow-white skirt and red embroidered shoes in his sight.

   As if he had been immobilized, he was too stiff to move.

   "But I heard it from Uncle Ba's heart." Wen Hao said word by word.

  Wen Rusheng raised his head suddenly, his expression horrified.

  Wen Hao laughed at himself.

   In her previous life, even if she couldn't speak, she carefully concealed this secret, lest others discover her strangeness.

   Now that he has lost this ability, he can easily say it and bluff people.

   "What is Uncle Eight going to do?" Wen Hao asked softly.

  Wen Rusheng stood up with cold hairs all over his body, and stammered and asked, "Ah, what do you want me to do?"

  Wen Hao squatted down, looked directly into the other person's eyes, and said word by word, "As long as the eighth uncle tells the truth, that's enough."

   How simple and how ridiculous.

   These people, as long as they tell the truth, the grandmother will not be angry, and the mother will not be crazy.

   But no one told the truth.

  Thinking of this, Wen Hao looked cold and looked at Wen Rusheng like a dead man.

   "I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth!" Wen Rusheng was frightened by Wen Hao's eyes, and nodded his head like garlic.

  Wen Hao sat down again, and asked with a half-smiling smile, "Could the eighth uncle go to my father and complain that I am a man-eating monster?"

  Wen Rusheng's expression froze, looking at the smiling girl with more and more fear.

  She got it!

   "The eighth uncle doesn't know my father." The girl played with the blue silk that fell on her cheeks, "He doesn't believe this."

  Wen Rusheng almost cried aggrieved.

   Yes, cousin he doesn't believe it!

   "So uncle, don't think about these useless things. If you don't hurt my mother, I naturally won't look for you."

  Wen Rusheng nodded desperately.

   "The Eighth Uncle, go back and rest."

  Wen Rusheng was like being granted amnesty. He got up and ran out. He ran to the door and stopped suddenly. He turned around and asked cautiously, "Aha... Where's Feng'er?"

  Wen Hao was speechless for a while.

   It's not easy, I think of my son so quickly.

   "Eight uncles don't have to worry about Eleventh Brother, he is fine."

   "Please let Feng'er go, his skin is too rough and not tasty..."

  Wen Hao smiled: "I'm not picky eaters."

  Wen Rusheng closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Then let me change Feng'er, Feng'er hasn't married yet."

   "Eighth uncle, don't be nervous, as long as you don't hurt my mother, Eleventh brother will be able to attend the spring festival on time."

  Wen Rusheng just lost most of his courage to break out for his son: "Also, the spring season will start in five days—"

"Uncle don't harm my mother within five days, your father and son will be safe and sound." Wen Hao's lips sneered for a moment, "Wait for the title of Eleventh Brother's Golden List, the fortune may be bigger than my father, by that time, Uncle Just a pampered old man."

  Wen Rusheng looked dazed, and walked out vainly.

  The door opened without wind, opening the boundless darkness.

  Wen Hao stood for a moment in the quiet room, and quietly returned to Luoyingju.

  Immersed in the steaming wooden barrel, she was completely relaxed.

   "Girl, have you hidden Wen Feng?" The jewel, who was scooping water for Wen Hao's hair, asked curiously.

   (end of this chapter)