LWDC Chapter 157

Chapter 157 – The Wishing Place

Chapter 157 – The Wishing Place

Chapter 157 – The Wishing Place

In the end, Duan Yunhong failed to personally eliminate Ning Fei’s “second.”

Not for any other reason than that, after investigation, he discovered that going to kill him would take more than half a month round trip, which wouldn’t keep up with Ning Fei’s “seven days of murder.” So Duan Yunhong decided to let him fend for himself.

As for the rest, Duan Yunhong would deal with them one by one. If Ning Fei didn’t want to add these people to the “seven-day murder” list, Duan Yunhong would clean them up on his own. As for whether Ning Fei was willing for Duan Yunhong to kill these people, as long as he didn’t explicitly say “no,” Duan Yunhong would take it as consent.

Ning Fei was a little helpless, or rather speechless: “Are you really going to do it? Do you understand how much of a simp this makes you? Now I have to worry that once the effects of the Light magic completely wear off, you’ll recall this dark history and want to kill me.”

“I wouldn’t get so angry over something like this. Besides, it’s just the magic’s effects fading, not amnesia,” Duan Yunhong replied. “Besides, killing a few scumbags isn’t enough to become my dark history.”

Hearing this, Ning Fei was too lazy to persuade him further. He had actually written his “ex-list” for Duan Yunhong, which included three financial backers, including Duke Bartley, and three other people he “played around with.” Duan Yunhong glanced at it and narrowed his eyes: “The Pope, that old thing, is on it too? And this name, is that the clergyman who adopted you?”

“Otherwise? Did you think they had a habit of not eating the grass near their own nests? It’s just that they treat the people below them as commodities, so they won’t personally become financial backers, they’ll just play with them however they want when they’re in the mood,” Ning Fei sneered. “But back then, the Pope was already failing. He had to rely on medicine to barely ‘show his might.’ And it was very short, I barely felt anything. The clergyman who adopted me was almost seventy back then. Even medicine didn’t work. He played ‘prop games.’ I have to say, the scene of these two playing together was pretty funny.”

“That kind of backward-world medicine is also very harmful. The Pope was already taking medicine back then, and he still hasn’t died from it. It seems that his insignificant Light magic did have some effect.” Duan Yunhong looked at another name on the note, and ridiculed, “It’s a pity that the clergyman who adopted you is already dead, otherwise I would have let him enjoy a ‘prop game’ too.”

Ning Fei looked at him with a strange expression.

“I’m not talking about that kind of ‘prop game’! Why aren’t you giving me a germaphobe setting right now?” Duan Yunhong clicked his tongue. “I mean, let him die not so simply, use some props to make him live and die.”

“Then he should be glad he died early.” Ning Fei changed the subject. “I just don’t know if they will still insist on writing the name of that young noble this week.”

“They won’t still believe in this rule, will they? We’ve already forcibly reversed the rule once. They should understand that things won’t develop according to their predictions,” Duan Yunhong said. “They should withdraw the protective forces wasted on the young noble and strengthen the ones around themselves. As for the name in the square, they can write one and then send people to watch it. If a new name appears, then only that person needs to worry, and the others can breathe a sigh of relief for the time being. As for whether they can catch you, most of the nobles probably don’t care.”

“Indeed. As long as their names aren’t specifically called out, they won’t go all out to deal with me—oh, except for the Church, which wants to exorcise demons.” Ning Fei said, “The Earl has only been here for a few months, but he has figured out these people’s extremely selfish style.”

“The world has fallen to this point, who wouldn’t be selfish? Human nature is like this, no, the nature of all things is like this, it’s just that the humans here have returned to their nature even more.” Duan Yunhong’s tone was mocking. “I can understand why you didn’t destroy the world. This world was already heading towards destruction. It’s just that compared to those worlds with natural disasters, zombies, and monsters everywhere, the speed of destruction in this world is slower. In a world where no one awakens, the end is chosen by everyone in the world, slowly, but irreversibly.”

Ning Fei was a little surprised: “…You can actually think like that. Even Yu Zhou said that it would be better to just destroy this world, so I wouldn’t be so hung up on things.”

“Yu Zhou? He’s just the type who thinks ‘better to destroy than not be able to control.’ I have a deep friendship with him, so I shouldn’t say too much, but you should be careful that he doesn’t apply this to you.” Duan Yunhong blatantly slandered Yu Zhou. “Perhaps he doesn’t mean to, but you should be wary.”

“Did I need you to tell me that? I don’t need you to remind me here. I won’t be controlled by anyone, and he knows he can’t control me.” Ning Fei glanced at him and snorted softly. “You just need to take care of yourself, do your own thing, and don’t expect me to clean up after you.”

Duan Yunhong was already prepared to be refuted by him—after all, when it came to Yu Zhou, Duan Yunhong often lost the competition in Ning Fei’s heart—but he didn’t expect Ning Fei to actually agree a little this time. Duan Yunhong felt a sense of “being overwhelmed by favor.”

Moreover… Ning Fei wouldn’t accept Yu Zhou’s control, which meant that there was no possibility between them, right?

Thinking of this, Duan Yunhong chuckled softly: “…Don’t worry, I will write a ‘period’ on the lives of these fools.”

*

As Duan Yunhong expected, although the young noble’s name was still written on the square for show, many of the people sent by various parties to help were withdrawn. Even the guards in the square weren’t as strict as before. The people sent by each family were less likely to be waiting for Ning Fei to appear and more likely to be waiting to see if a new name would appear on the square.

Duan Yunhong also used this name to brazenly order people to guard it every day.

Early in the morning on the sixth day, the servant guarding the square actually came back to report something lively.

“…A guard wrote the name of the daughter of Viscount Grey on the square?”

Hearing this, Duan Yunhong exchanged a subtle glance with Ning Fei and asked, “Why her? Was the guard bewitched again?”

“I don’t know if that guard was bewitched, but he did give a reason, and he kept shouting when he was caught, everyone around heard it!” the servant replied. “He said his mother worked in Viscount Grey’s house and was falsely accused by his daughter of stealing something. His mother didn’t admit it, so she was beaten severely, and she died a few days after returning home. His older brother originally worked as a guard in Viscount Grey’s house, saying he was going to get justice for his mother—or maybe just to get a few coins in compensation—but he also disappeared later. The Viscount’s house said that this person had not been working at home for a long time, and they didn’t know where he went. But that guard felt that he had been harmed by Viscount Grey and his family again.”

“This seems to be a personal feud, not Ning Fei’s bewitchment,” Duan Yunhong commented. “And it sounds like he has a feud with the entire Grey family, so why did he just point out the Viscount’s daughter alone?”

“I don’t know, maybe because everything started with her?” the servant replied. “After he was dragged away, we couldn’t hear what he was shouting anymore. Oh, right, the words he wrote should be hard to erase. I saw someone try to wash it away with water, but it didn’t come off at all. I don’t know if the Grey family will send someone to deal with it. The words were still there when I came back.”

“Alright, go down.” Duan Yunhong let the servant go down to receive a silver coin as a reward, and then dismissed everyone from the tea room before turning to Ning Fei. “Lord Devil, what do you think?”

“What ‘what do I think’?” Ning Fei swallowed the cake in his mouth and leaned back in his chair with his teacup. “Since someone went to great lengths to write it, then we should fulfill his wish.”

“You’re not going to kill the people on the list?”

“That’s your business, not mine.”

“Even if he’s clearly using you for revenge?”

“From the moment I created this rule, wasn’t it the beginning of people’s mutual suspicion and revenge?”

“But you said it was nobles back then.” Duan Yunhong stared into his eyes and said slowly, “Now, a commoner wants to use you for revenge… Are you waiting for commoners to write names?”

Ning Fei always said that this world was so rotten that it couldn’t be saved, but what if commoners were willing to risk their lives to write the names of nobles?

“…You’re crossing the line again, CEO Duan.” Ning Fei put down his cup and stood up. “I can occasionally allow you to guess about me, but I’m not interested in discussing my thoughts with you all the time. On the contrary, I hate this kind of entertainment. It makes me feel like a toy being observed. You can play by yourself, I’m not participating in the discussion.”

Ning Fei said as he walked, patting Duan Yunhong’s shoulder as he passed by. Duan Yunhong held his hand, looked up at him, and said, “So you’re going to kill that noble lady? I’ll go with you?”

Ning Fei raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you have your own list?”

“Would I do something so foolish as to pick up sesame seeds and lose a watermelon? You have someone you want to deal with more, so of course I’ll prioritize making you happy.” Duan Yunhong replied calmly, “Besides, it won’t delay things.”

Ning Fei chuckled and pulled his hand back. “Don’t make it sound like I’m begging you to come.”

Duan Yunhong also smiled. “I want to go myself, you can’t control me.”

*

On the sixth day during the day, Viscount Grey crossed out his daughter’s name from the square. Because it couldn’t be washed away, he directly covered the entire area with dark paint.

On the sixth night, Viscount Grey’s house was heavily guarded. His daughter’s room was guarded by layers of guards, and the girl was trembling in bed, unable to sleep all night, while the other relatives stayed away from this exquisite boudoir. Some had even fled the castle during the day to avoid being implicated like Ceres.

On the seventh day, the girl in the boudoir didn’t leave her room, spending the entire day in fear. But the whole day passed without anything unusual happening. She wore an elaborately made dress, staring blankly at the delicate mechanical clock on the table, hoping that the hands on it would move faster and faster.

Viscount and Viscountess Grey were also in a room without any windows, waiting for midnight to arrive.

When the chimes finally rang at the top of the hour, the Viscount and Viscountess Grey finally breathed a sigh of relief. And the girl in the bedroom was overjoyed and burst into tears—she had survived, she had survived!

The next moment, a servant stumbled and knocked open the side door, rushing into the castle.

Before he could run to the Viscount and Viscountess Grey, while still running in the corridor, he shouted in panic: “Lord Viscount, Lord Viscount! The villa over there has been discovered…!

“The young lady, she has been killed!!!”

The chimes were still echoing throughout the castle, mixed with the news of death, it had become a death knell.