Chapter 97 - Scourge Woman (1/2)
Under the faint rays of dusk, Zhuo Fan was venturing alone through the city. He seemed to be at ease, but his mind was hard at work. He was spreading his soul to his surroundings for detection purposes.
Yet, after such a long time, no expert appeared in sight.
“Maybe I’m reading too much into this. Maybe my cover isn’t blown.”
Zhuo Fan whispered. As he strolled around, he ended up around a street with run-down buildings.
This place housed people like Zhuo Fan, those from third-rate clans.
“Hey, this is my area, take your things out of here!”
“Cut the crap, I came first. What’s yours? Get lost!”
“Kid, you dare talk back to this young master? Do you know who I am?”
“Humph, why would anyone care? If you think you’re so great then how did you end up here?”
These events played out everywhere, the third rate clans claiming a new dwelling as theirs. This was a place where the weak were despised. Yet, ironically, even these weaklings, who were discarded in this dump, fought among each other.
“Humph, what a pathetic bunch. This is why third rate clans can’t amount to anything and deserves to be in the slums.”
Zhuo Fan spoke in a harsh voice, no longer paying them any heed.
He walked further in and found the shabby buildings on both sides have already been taken.
Everyone eyed him with open hostility, afraid he’d want to fight them over their lodgings.
[This seemed like a common occurrence here.] Zhuo Fan scoffed, his every action was only to further his own goals. Fighting over a house disgraceful to him.
Unfortunately, he found no place vacant as he wandered around. [Do I need to fight for a bed? It is much better to take the sky as my roof.]
Zhuo Fan suddenly halted. His eyes watched the house before him with skepticism, then he looked at the people around oddly.
At the end of this row of shabby houses, there was one building that looked to be in better shape, yet no one lived in it.
With how rowdy the crowd was before, now, there was no sign of anyone around.
Frowning, he turned to the people fighting in doubt, “Why are you foolishly fighting? Can’t you see that empty house?”
“Humph, you’re the fool! If you want to die, go right ahead!” Someone was quick to snap in derision.
Zhuo Fan was baffled. But one man was kind enough to advise, “Brother, you can stay at my house if you’d like. I will make room for you, but you mustn’t step foot in that one.”
“Why?”
Sighing, the man explained, “You are new here so you don’t know. The owner is a scourge woman, her body riddled with disease. Many have disregarded this warning and chose to live there. Even though they stayed far away from her, in the back of the house, they all died three days later.”
“Yeah, not even beggars would stay there. And because of lack of space in the Drifting Flowers City as the Hundred Pill Meeting approaches, we were sent to this dump! Goddamit, isn’t Drifting Flowers Edifice the ruler here? Why don’t they just take out this scourged woman once and for all?”
Zhuo Fan snorted inside.
If that woman was disease ridden, he had to see it first hand for himself. [You all are standing outside yapping on and on. None of you dare to take action and still want to send someone else in to kill her.]
It was obvious who were the true scourges.
Ignoring the senseless chatter, Zhuo Fan was walking straight to it under everyone’s gaze.
“Brother, do you have a death wish?”
“My life is boundless!” Zhuo Fan waved him off.
Whether plagued or poisoned, while other people heed it in anxiety, he was worriless. Demon Transformation Art could absorb anything in this world, even this disease!
The closer he got to this plagued district, the colder it became. This made Zhuo Fan frown.
He found no plague here, but abnormal changes that could only come about from an array.
“Who’s there?”
Zhuo Fan followed the shout to see a girl before a broken-down house in rough linen staring at him.
The girl may be dressed in coarse linen, hiding her form and face, but her pure eyes caught Zhuo Fan off guard.
He swore he never saw such mesmerizing eyes in his life.