Chapter 6 - 6 6 Casting Spells

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6: Chapter 6 Casting Spells 6: Chapter 6 Casting Spells Night fell, and after Liu Hun harvested the corn in the fields and stored it at home, he hurried to Bai Lian’s house. During the day, Bai Lian had held his hand and thanked him twice, pleading for him to stay. Although he was worried about village gossip, Liu Hun had nothing to be afraid of; it was merely a dinner, after all. He was still a bit concerned about whether Mao’er would have any adverse reactions. He was very curious about the white mist emanating from his palm, wondering how a boy who should have taken two or three days to recover could be lively and bouncing about in just a moment. The backward and impoverished Wanbao Village had only recently connected with the outside world, and various facilities had yet to be supplied. Coupled with the fact that the houses were quite far apart, by the time Liu Hun arrived at Bai Lian’s house, many villagers had already extinguished their lamps. Liu Hun stood at Bai Lian’s door, tapping lightly to knock and softly calling out. Before he could continue knocking, the door gently swung open. A woman wearing a patterned skirt stood there, chuckling as she pulled him inside. Perhaps she had been waiting for him, as the aroma of food wafted from inside, making his stomach growl. Bai Lian had not been married to Wanbao Village for long before she lost her husband. Her plump and shapely figure was extremely enticing. Her eyebrows arched slightly, resembling willow leaves, “You’re here, come, come in quickly!” As soon as Liu Hun stepped inside, he saw Aunt Qiu sitting on the couch, looking at him disdainfully. Because Bai Lian’s husband had been in business before his death, their home had more good things than an ordinary person’s. Naturally, Aunt Qiu’s gaze ranked everyone she saw, and Liu Hun might not have even been at the lowest level in her eyes. “Hmph, can’t do anything right, yet you’re quick to show up. If I weren’t here, who knows what could have happened.” Aunt Qiu spat, casting a glance at Liu Hun. To her, Liu Hun was just like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, having merely saved Mao’er by chance. Lacking real skills, only capable of physical labor, he wasn’t even as capable as Rascal Chen. If Bai Lian hadn’t insisted that Liu Hun stay for dinner, Aunt Qiu would’ve already beaten him with a broom. Bai Lian ignored Aunt Qiu, wiped the dust off a chair, and smiled, “Come, come on, sit here, Little Hun.” ”Where’s Mao’er?” Liu Hun asked as soon as he sat down. Bai Lian smiled helplessly, “He barely got better and ran off to play with the kids next door. He hasn’t come back this late, so I think he might be staying over with that family for the night. I’m worried he might be in danger if he comes back at night.” ”Is that so...” Liu Hun nodded, not questioning Bai Lian’s words. The house was filled with items brought back from the city. Any single piece in an ordinary farmer’s house would be worshipped like a deity, as it was quite rare. “Little Hun, quickly, eat while it’s hot. Aunt Qiu brought this from the city. It’s delicious.” Bai Lian chuckled, pushing a steaming bowl of noodles toward Liu Hun, “I really have to thank you today. If it weren’t for you, Mao’er wouldn’t have improved so much. Rascal Chen talks nonsense; we shouldn’t listen to him.” After a day of harvesting corn, Liu Hun was already hungry. In no time, he finished the bowl of noodles in front of him. As Liu Hun finished eating, Aunt Qiu, with lips like dried tofu, finally spoke, “Little Hun, you’re wrong for doing this. You’ve upset them during the day; there’s a high chance of repercussions. I’m not lying to you, Rascal Chen and his mother won’t let you off. Listen to me, take some good food and drink, go apologize to them sincerely, and maybe they’ll spare you.” Liu Hun rubbed his forehead, unwilling to talk to someone so deeply brainwashed as Aunt Qiu. However, Aunt Qiu was Bai Lian’s relative, and he couldn’t remain indifferent after eating their food. “Aunt Qiu, Rascal Chen has always deceived people, you just don’t know. He and his mother have harmed countless others, and if we let them continue, Wanbao Village will become their place for profit. Think about it, am I making any sense?” Liu Hun smiled wryly. “Hmph! Ignorant of suffering until you face it. Little Hun, no wonder you can’t find such a good wife. With that expression, don’t even think about marriage. The darkness across your brow doesn’t know when it’s going to be cleared, if not for saving Mao’er, did you think I’d let you in?” Aunt Qiu glared, her anger boiling inside. Bai Lian was anxious. No matter what, Little Hun had saved Maoer’s life, and Aunt Qiu’s attitude left her uncertain of what to do. “Aunt Qiu, you... I...” She quickly stood up, only taking two steps before her head felt dizzy. The things she saw grew more and more blurred, as if seeing two of Liu Hun and two of Aunt Qiu. Then, “thud,” she collapsed. “Hmph, look! You see, this is retribution, retribution indeed!” Aunt Qiu stood up immediately, stamping her feet, “Retribution has arrived, Little Hun, you’ll be next!” As Aunt Qiu’s words fell, Liu Hun felt a wave of dizziness in his mind, and everything before him blurred. He looked at the bowl of noodles on the table, saw the smile in Aunt Qiu’s eyes, and in that moment, he understood everything completely! It must be the bowl of noodles, Aunt Qiu had poisoned it! With a loud “bang,” Liu Hun’s body fell straight to the floor, as if a white mist slowly traveled from his dantian to his stomach. “Hahaha, I told you, this is all retribution! Neither of you listened to me, always disregarding my words! Now retribution has come, Little Hun, wait until you’re tied up and thrown into the manure pit!” Aunt Qiu spat. She carefully opened the door, pounding on the door three times heavily. In the distance, the sound of rustling grass echoed. A figure ran out from the thicket, it was Rascal Chen. “Is it done?” Rascal Chen whispered. Aunt Qiu looked troubled, “Yes, it’s done, but there was a small problem. Yulan has fallen, but so has Little Hun, he’s fine, isn’t he?” Rascal Chen chuckled, stroking his chin. Ever since that stormy day when he saw Bai Lian by the roadside, soaked by rain, those ample and firm peaks revealed themselves under the wetness. No matter how he schemed or lied, he couldn’t get Bai Lian, and was even beaten by Liu Hun. Now, finally, he would have her, finally achieving his goal! “No problem, it’s his retribution, let him sleep it off.” Rascal Chen rolled his hands impatiently.

Chapter 6 - 6 6 Casting Spells

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