Chapter Thirteen: Jiang Accused

  The stairs here, due to years of not seeing the sun, being in a humid environment, are prone to termite infestations, so when you step on them, they creak and groan, even more unstable than the ones outside. I tread carefully, afraid that one wrong step will lead to collapse.

  As soon as I went up the stairs, there was a small door, which was open. Inside, it was still pitch black. I first shone my flashlight and found that although this was an attic, it had made full use of the space at the top of the building and had become a fairly large study.

  There was no one else in the study. I concentrated my energy and focused my eyes, looking around carefully, but didn't see any ghosts or people.

  That is to say, Jiang Zhun and Qiuniang are not here?

  What the hell is this? I can't help but want to curse, I trembled with fear and finally found my way here, only to find that there's no one, nothing gained?

  Swallowing my temper, with the mindset that I couldn't let this trip be in vain, I walked into Tang's real study.

  The decorations in the study are very luxurious and atmospheric. On the left is a huge sofa set, which has lost its color over time, but still looks European-style. There's a long one, a short one, and a beauty backrest. The three sofas surround a tea table in the middle, a typical reception setting.

  On the right side against the wall was a row of huge bookshelves, which were packed with books. Outside, there were glass windows that separated them, and for the most part, they didn't have any dust on them, so they were still in pretty good condition. I had thought about opening one to take a look, but then I thought that this was probably Madam Shen's property after all, so maybe I should wait for Jiang Jun to make a decision.

  Next to the bookshelf is a compound desk, and a too-teacher chair. On the desk are scattered pens, ink, paper, and inkstone, with a piece of paper written on it, I leaned forward, moving my phone forward a bit.

  My child knows everything.

  Is this a family letter?

  I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered the story that old lady told me, and suddenly it dawned on me. Probably this is the letter that Tang Mo wanted to write to Young Master Tang before he came back? But why are there only these four words? And because of what, Tang Mo didn't continue writing?

  Just as I was about to think again, a figure suddenly appeared at the door.

  I turned around cautiously, and the light from my phone shone unhesitatingly towards that person. The person raised a hand to block it and turned their face sideways.

  "Jiang Zhun!" I was both startled and delighted, and ran up to him.

  I finally found him and felt relieved at once. Fortunately, he looked fine and nothing had happened to him.

  Jiang slowly lowered his arm, pursed his lips and didn't speak, but the gaze in his eyes was somewhat eerie. In the darkness, his pupils flashed slightly, with two red glows seeming to appear in his irises.

  I stopped in my tracks, furrowed my brow, and suddenly felt that something was off.

  If it's Jiang Zhun, there's no reason he wouldn't have any reaction upon seeing me, right? Thinking this way, I retreated two steps back cautiously and gripped the only weapon in my hand - my phone.

  "Cough cough, Jiang Zhun?" I called out again, pretending to be casual and saying, "Where did you go? You got me searching for you with great difficulty."

  Jiang Zhen still remained silent, but began to walk towards me with a steady pace.

  He retreated and I advanced.

  It wasn't until I was backed up against the desk that I realized I had nowhere to retreat. And Jiang Zhen, had already walked in front of me, bending down to coldly scrutinize me.

  His eyes clearly wrote two words - stranger.

  When I met such a gaze, I felt a chill in my heart and knew that something was going to go wrong. And the manipulator behind all this must be Qiuniang.

  Now, I don't even have a bit of sympathy for Qiū Niáng anymore.

  You said you want revenge, then take it, drag the entire Tang family to die together if you must, but what's the point of implicating innocent people for no reason.

  I gripped my phone tightly, ready to wait for him to lower his head a bit more before striking the back of his skull. The Fengchi acupoint on the back of the skull was a fatal spot; those three men in the subway line 5 incident last time were killed by being stabbed there. I would use a slightly lighter hand, as long as it could knock Jiang unconscious, that would be enough.

  But my plan still fell through, because the next moment, Jiang Zhun straightened up, then stretched out his hand and pinched my neck.

  No kidding, he actually pinched me!

  "Jiang Zhun... damn it..." I suddenly felt myself having difficulty breathing, with only outgoing air and no incoming air.

  In the chaos, I slapped my phone against his neck and then let go with both hands, dropping it to the ground with a loud thud. At that moment, I saw a flash of confusion in Jiang's eyes, and the force in his hand relaxed slightly. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly bent my knees and struck him hard in the weakest spot for men.

  As expected, no matter who controls Jiang Zhen, he is a man after all.

  Taking advantage of his momentary distraction as he bent over in pain, I didn't even bother to pick up my phone and ran towards the stairs outside.

  I had just run halfway down when a gust of wind suddenly sounded from behind me, and then a strong force came rushing at me from behind. I was caught off guard and was violently knocked to the ground, my head facing downwards as I hurtled towards the stairs below.

  It's all over, I thought to myself. With such a crash, even if I don't die, I'll become an idiot. This time, I've really capsized in the gutter.

  "In desperation, I shouted: 'Aunt Shen!'"

  Jiang Zhun's hands suddenly wrapped around my waist, the next second he hugged me tightly in his arms and flipped over. The next second, only a dull thud was heard, Jiang Zhun let out a painful grunt.

  I hastily climbed off his body and then poured all my energy into my middle finger and index finger, fiercely poking at his Yintang.

  Shut up!

  May you be possessed by a ghost!

  Let you pinch me!

  The spiritual energy poured into Jiang Zhun's brow, and he immediately sensed a strange red mist. This red mist was tinged with black, wasn't it the same thing on Qiū Niáng's head?

  Jiang Yuan let out a pained shout and then suddenly flipped me onto the ground, swiftly scrambling up to the entrance of that low cabinet.

  I stared in amazement as he disappeared, finding it hard to believe this man's extraordinary bouncing power and speed.

  When I crawled out from under the low cabinet again, Jiang Zhun's figure was nowhere to be seen!