The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 20 Twilight Mountain Town 13

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a couple of days. Second Master is still with you. If any of the villagers dare to bully you again, just let Second Master go. His bite is unlike any other dog."

When the second master heard his master's praise, he wagged his tail excitedly in response.

"Okay, I'm leaving first."

Wen Li disliked farewell scenes, so she turned and waved, unwilling to linger any longer. Behind her, she heard the reluctant barking of the Second Master's dog and the gentle words of Jing Chan's instructions.

All of this feels pretty good.

As they walked down the street, Si Xiaxia continued to give her instructions, but Wen Li's attention was involuntarily drawn to the portraits being sold on the street.

"Portraits of His Highness the Crown Prince, six for ten taels of silver."

The business seemed to be in high demand, with Shen Yingsi surrounded by his followers—no, his die-hard fans. After getting to know Si Xiaxia, she didn't learn anything else, but she did pick up several new words.

Wen Li curiously went closer to see what was going on. Among the pile of paintings, there were indeed several that looked very similar, and the two hanging on the side were practically one-to-one replicas.

No wonder Shen Yingsi wears an ugly mask whenever he goes out; he has too many die-hard fans.

"Miss, would you like one too? That pile of ten taels of silver can get you six. These two you're looking at are a bit more expensive; ten taels of gold only get you one," the hawker asked.

"So expensive!" The pile of pears, costing ten taels and six pieces, seemed too expensive, but the pears were indeed poorly painted and ugly.

Ten taels of gold—that's more than her annual salary. You have to understand, exorcists are high-paying professionals.

"This is expensive? This is already considered cheap. Many people want to buy it but don't have the means. Besides, this is a work painted by our painters who stayed in the capital for over a year, waiting at the city gates and the Eastern Palace. If it were transported to the south, it would sell for a hundred taels of gold and people would fight to buy it. Are you going to buy it or not?"

The vendor urged her on, noting that the girl's clothes didn't suggest she could afford it. But the fact that she always stood in front of his stall and exuded an air of authority made him hesitate.

"I'm sorry, I can't afford it." Wen Li said frankly, and then left gracefully.

"What's the point of looking at it if you can't afford it! Boss, can you give me a discount?"

"Boss, if you don't lower the price, you won't be able to sell them in ten months."

The girls surrounding them weren't unwilling to buy; it was simply that the price was too high!

Along the way, Wen Li discovered that not only were there portraits of the Crown Prince, but also his favorite foods and frequently used items were all sold at exorbitant prices.

"Host, don't be so surprised. His Highness is a national idol. Based on his celebrity status, everything related to him is valuable."

This is truly a path to wealth! It seems that if she ever runs out of money, she can always steal items that Shen Yingsi has used and sell them.

Before even arriving at the Jiang residence, Wen Li witnessed a massive fan gathering. The Jiang residence was completely surrounded by people, who were holding up portraits of Shen Yingsi.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, I love you!"

Standing outside the door, Qingshan patiently advised, "If His Highness is really not here, everyone should stop waiting. If he is, he should be with the official."

Qingshan stood there, trying his best to persuade them, but few people listened. Normally, Qingshan held immense prestige in Mushan Town, and few dared disobey him. Now, he was talking until his throat was almost dry, but no one cared. Wen Li felt he was about to cry.

How pitiful.

Wen Li tried to squeeze in but failed, so she retreated, thinking she would come back when there were fewer people. Just then, someone in the crowd recognized her.

"It's her! That remnant of the Jiang family!"

Wen Li stood at the back of the crowd, watching everyone turn around to look at her; this feeling was very familiar to her.

Sure enough, the next second, people started throwing whatever they were holding at her. Fortunately, Wen Li was already used to it and quickly cast a spell to create a red barrier.

In Beijing, everyone would only dare to cause trouble behind the scenes out of respect for the Wen family. Now that the Wen family is not here, people can't care about such things anymore.

"It was the Jiang family that caused the demons to wreak havoc on the world!"

"Damn it! I've wanted to beat her up for ages!"

"Yes, if it weren't for the Jiang family, the Ghost Valley seal wouldn't have been loosened!"

"She's the one who killed my mother!"

No matter how much they shouted, Wen Li let it go in one ear and out the other, waiting for them to get tired and disperse on their own.

After all, she was just an ordinary person without spiritual roots, so he couldn't hurt her.

Seeing Wen Li's nonchalant attitude, the crowd became even angrier. At this moment, Zhao Sicheng arrived from the government office with his men. His face had already recovered from the swelling, but bruises remained.

"Get out of here! Stop yelling! I'll arrest you all for obstructing official business!"

The constables began to drive people away.

Someone in the crowd was pushed to the ground and angrily shouted, "Who are you? You little punk, how dare you act so wildly here!"

Zhao Sicheng, a privileged young man, couldn't stand being insulted. He stepped forward and kicked the man to the ground.

"Zhao Sicheng of the Zhao family in Jiangcheng, Left General of the Forest Guard. How is he not qualified?"

Upon hearing this name, people would instinctively back away without needing any yamen runners to urge them on.

"If you dare to gather here again and disrupt official business, this general will not be lenient."

The Zhao family is a renowned family of demon hunters, and Zhao Sicheng himself is a famous demon hunter. Most people still admire him.

After everyone dispersed, Wen Li could naturally put away her magic and go inside. As she passed Zhao Sicheng, she casually said thank you. He responded with a snort.

Just as she reached the door, a pebble struck her forehead. Blood instantly flowed down her cheek.

Turning to the right, I saw a boy of about eleven or twelve years old holding a slingshot, looking quite pleased with himself.

When the people around him saw this, they all clapped and cheered for him.

"here you go!"

"it is good!"

Seeing that the situation was about to escalate again, Zhao Sicheng cursed, "You brat! You don't take my words seriously, do you?"

Zhao Sicheng angrily cursed at the child, while Wen Li acted as if nothing had happened and left on her own.

“Host.” Si Xiaxia felt a pang of heartache, her voice trembling with tears.

"Shut up." Those two words forced Si Xiaxia to hold back her tears.

Her host is so pitiful, boohoo~

Casually wiping the blood from her head with her sleeve, Wen Li encountered Xie Xiao and Wen Mingzhu and asked, "Xie Xiao, Shen Ying... where is that Shen Si?"

"Fourth Brother's injuries haven't fully healed yet; he's still resting inside."

When Wen Mingzhu saw Wen Li asking Shen Yingsi, alarm bells couldn't help but ring in her heart.

Why are you asking about Fourth Brother? Why are you suddenly so concerned about him?

"Oh, so you're nervous. But it's none of your business." With that, Wen Li turned and left.

"Fourth brother is mine!"

Wen Mingzhu stared at Wen Li's retreating figure, a vague unease creeping into her heart. But what was she worrying about? Brother Ying Si didn't like her, nor would he like anyone else, let alone Wen Li!

Wen Li entered the Jiang residence, passing through a long pavilion, artificial hill, and bamboo grove, and then saw the boy sitting on a stone chair through the stone archway. He was not wearing a mask.

The boy was dressed in white, his face pale, and his lips were also somewhat white. He had lost some weight in the few days she hadn't seen him, and looked rather thin. He was truly a sickly and delicate beauty, Wen Li couldn't help but sigh.

The beautiful man's eyes were vacant. He covered his mouth with a white handkerchief, coughing violently until his whole body trembled. When he put the handkerchief down, blood stained his lips. At that moment, Shen Yingsi also saw Wen Li leaning against the stone door.

He looked at Wen Li, forcing a weak smile, but his expression froze when he saw the wound on her forehead: "Miss Wen, what's wrong with your injury?"

Whether it was her imagination or not, Wen Li always felt that he was carrying a murderous aura.