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Chapter 308: The Authority of Seventh Auntie
Chapter 308: The Authority of Seventh Auntie
It was time to set things straight.
Hu Ma didn't factor in the vengeful ghost's revenge and had no intention of helping her. He was simply approaching the issue from the perspective of a small-time Blood Feast Gang shopkeeper.
If the other party was truly from Plum Blossom Lane and had written a receipt, stating the time and place they borrowed blood food from the Red Lantern Society, and the amount, then Hu Ma could take the receipt and return to Xu Boss, and he would be off the hook.
However, if the other party merely asked verbally and took the blood food, it would be a serious mistake.
He wouldn't be able to explain himself at the gang, and he would have to take the blame alone. Even if he went to Blind Ridge to take over the blood meat mine, the chances of success would be slim.
"What?"
Hu Ma understood the situation, but his words infuriated the group that had caught up, especially the Black Robe Mage, who strode forward and coldly demanded, "You blood-eaters are indeed shortsighted and ignorant. Do you know who I'm trying to save?"
"I was merely trying to help you, a small shopkeeper, accumulate some merit and form a good connection. But you're ungrateful and causing trouble for me?"
"Since I've opened my mouth to save someone, even if the Red Lantern Society's Patriarch is here, you'd have to hand them over."
"..."
Hu Ma was taken aback and said, "If I don't hand them over, would the Mage dare to rob us?"
Upon hearing this, the Mage paused instead of answering directly, only letting out a cold laugh.
The strong man beside him moved slightly, taking a few steps forward. The atmosphere became tense.
"Blood food is our life, and we protect it."
At that moment, Zhou Datong suddenly roared, and the companions drew their knives.
In their group, apart from Hu Ma, there were only four companions. They were naturally outnumbered, but they had gained experience from following Hu Ma, and most importantly, they were always successful. They now had the courage to draw their knives, and their momentum was not to be underestimated.
The people beside the Black Robe Mage shrank back slightly.
Of course, these lackeys wouldn't put the Blood Feast Gang members in their eyes, but seeing that they had the audacity to draw their knives, they were impressed.
If a fight broke out, there was no reason to fear them, but with so many people involved, anything could happen. Swords and knives had no eyes, and they might accidentally injure one or two. After all, they had come to save someone, and it wouldn't make sense to put themselves in danger.
"Don't fight, don't fight..."
Just then, someone rushed forward anxiously, stopping both sides. It was the old servant who had accompanied the Nobleman Wei. He quickly bowed to both sides and said, "Calm down, everyone. I'll write the receipt."
"The person we're saving is the groom of the Huai Nan Wei family. The Mage is a disciple of Mr. Mei from Plum Blossom Lane. If you go back and say this, you should be able to complete your task."
"..."
These words temporarily defused the tension between the two sides.
The Black Robe Mage seemed slightly displeased that his identity had been revealed, but he only hummed in response.
He shot a cold glance at Hu Ma, seemingly unhappy that the small shopkeeper had drawn his knife against him.
Hu Ma, upon hearing this, quickly assessed the situation.
Just then, he spotted Little Hong Tang running towards them from a distance, followed by a gust of evil wind. He knew that reinforcements had arrived.
His expression relaxed, and he bowed to the old servant, saying, "Sir, it's not that we don't want to help. It's just that we're small fry, and any mistake could cost us our lives. Since you're willing to write the receipt, we have no reason not to help."
He then addressed the Black Robe Mage, "If I can go back and complete my task, why wouldn't I listen to your instructions?"
"Take the blood food from the carriage."
"..."
"Oh..."
The Black Robe Mage and the old servant exchanged glances, their faces revealing their surprise at Hu Ma's sudden change in attitude.
The old servant had thought that the shopkeeper was quite reasonable and knew his manners, while the Mage, who had been displeased with Hu Ma, had his anger dissipate after seeing him draw his knife and then speak politely.
The companions were puzzled by Hu Ma's words, but they obeyed and sheathed their knives. The people beside the Black Robe Mage hurriedly moved to take the blood food from the carriage.
Just then, a gust of evil wind blew in from the distance, and the sound of a small trumpet reverberated in their ears, making their eyebrows twitch. They turned towards the wilderness, and an astonishing scene unfolded before their eyes.
A paper palanquin, carried by two robust Yellow Rats, approached, swaying in the wind. Seated inside was an old lady in a blue robe, adorned with paper flowers and jewels, with a sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked face and a large mole. She held a pipe in her hand, smoking leisurely.
Two thinner Yellow Rats followed behind, each holding a small trumpet in their tiny claws, playing enthusiastically.
"Who's this grand arrival?"
The sudden appearance startled the Black Robe Mage and his men, especially the Mage, whose face tensed up.
The Nobleman's elderly servant, however, could not see anything, only vaguely hearing the sound of the trumpet and sensing something approaching.
"With the arrival of Seventh Auntie, everything will be fine..."
Hu Ma, upon seeing this, silently smiled and retreated to the back, merely observing the spectacle.
He had no intention of getting involved with the vengeful spirit in the well, but he also didn't want to lend out the blood offering in vain. To be frank, even if a receipt were produced and submitted to the society, allowing him to pass this hurdle, if the other party didn't return the blood offering, he would still be in trouble sooner or later.
For him, the most ideal outcome would be to not get involved in this matter at all and simply deliver the blood offering to Zhu Gate Town. However, refusing directly would be inappropriate and might offend Plum Blossom Lane and the Wei family, potentially causing future troubles.
The young manager of the Blood Feast Gang was caught in a dilemma, unable to please either side. So, he decided to let Seventh Auntie handle the situation, allowing him to play the role of a good person.
He wanted to observe the true nature of the Hall's affairs.
"Who is this person who doesn't understand the rules? Instead of burning incense upon arrival, they come to bully our neighbors first?"
The palanquin hovered nearby and came to a stop. Seventh Auntie took a puff from her pipe and spoke leisurely, her beady eyes darting around, as if they wanted to fly off her head.
In this area, she had become quite arrogant due to the reverence she received. She had developed an air of importance, and her speech now dragged out the long vowels.
Upon hearing this, the Black Robe Mage's heart skipped a beat. He took a step forward and politely asked, "I wonder who this immortal is? How many incense sticks have been burned in the Hall?"
"I was invited here to deal with a matter. There is a vengeful spirit harming a noble person, and I intend to get rid of her."
"..."
"What do you mean by 'who is who'? Don't you even know Seventh Auntie?"
The two small eyes of Seventh Auntie in the palanquin darted around, giving him a glance filled with dissatisfaction. She didn't know who this person was, but she didn't care. In this area, who wouldn't pay respects to Seventh Auntie?
The servant beside the palanquin knocked the pipe pot, his face filled with displeasure. "I haven't seen any vengeful spirit or noble person, only a couple's affairs. Why are you, an outsider, meddling? Is that your master or your mother?"
The Black Robe Mage's face changed involuntarily at the rudeness of these words.
Seventh Auntie? He had never heard of her.
However, the other party's tone was clearly confrontational, and when he looked up, he found it even harder to gauge the situation.
The yellow weasel carried the paper palanquin, looking out of place. The one inside didn't seem to have much cultivation, and he felt like he could slap the person and the palanquin with one hand...
But how could that be possible?
Others might not recognize them, but he did.
Knowing that it was both a palanquin and a trumpet, and seeing how out of place it was, he realized what it represented...
It was a procession!
Ordinary evil spirits and wild spirits wouldn't dare to do this. Even the Red Lantern, who had just established a temple in Bright State Prefecture, could only ride in a palanquin at night, and wouldn't dare to play music! Anyone with such a procession must have status.
Furthermore, if the other party were truly incompetent and lacking in cultivation, how dare they speak to him so rudely? He himself was arrogant, but he was now scared stiff.
At this moment, the Wei family's elderly servant spoke up again.
He couldn't see Seventh Auntie, but he noticed the mage's expression, as if facing a formidable foe. He only wanted to save his master, and the blood offering was right in front of him. It was unnecessary to create complications.
Mustering his courage, he bowed to the air and said, "I wonder who this immortal is?"
"My master is a noble person from the Wei family in Huai'an. He has unfortunately been entangled by a vengeful spirit. I beg the immortal to consider the Wei family's reputation and grant us a favor..."
"..."
Upon hearing this, the mage suddenly paid attention and also wanted to observe.
The Wei family was an aristocratic family, and he had come to handle this matter due to their reputation.
The strange thing in front of him might not be from the Hall, but he also wanted to see the other party's reaction to the Wei family's reputation.
However, Seventh Auntie, seeing that the servant was bowing to the north while she was in the east, was already displeased. After pondering, she didn't know which Wei family he was referring to, so she said, "Who knows which Wei family you're talking about? I only know Wei Old Cripple."
"He's not a capable person!"
She was referring to the old man from Pole Village who went out to collect manure every morning. In his youth, he was bitten by a venomous snake, which left him with a limp. He often secretly sought her for matchmaking, fearing that the Wei family would become extinct.
But even when it came to matchmaking, he was stingy with offerings. Who would offer two eggs, and even then, they would be rotten? Seventh Auntie was extremely dissatisfied with him, and if it weren't for the young manager's request to guard the place, she would have taught him a lesson.
However, he didn't know that as soon as he said this, the mage broke out in a cold sweat.
In the blink of an eye, he had no intention of lingering and quickly bowed deeply, saying, "It turns out I, a small person, have failed to recognize a great person. Now that I've heard the words of the old lady, I dare not disobey. It's just that..."
"Can I take this person away?"
"..."
Seventh Auntie glared at him. "Take him away if you want. Who's stopping you?"
The Black Robe Mage immediately relaxed and turned to see the servant, who wanted to speak but stopped. He shouted, "Don't talk, let's go!"
(End of Chapter)
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