Chapter 170 - 170 Demonic
170 Demonic
Gu Yanfei was certain that this was not the death scene of a serious illness.
“Second Lady.” The servant hurried over and greeted her carefully. “The wind was a little strong just now. Are you frightened?”
Behind her was a little girl in her teens, a big smile on her delicate, round face.
“I’m fine,” Gu Yanfei said calmly. Her pupils constricted as she glanced at the two of them.
Both mother and daughter looked like they were about to die.
The wind swept up the snow and landed on Gu Yanfei’s black hair, which was half tied and half draped. It was like crystals decorated her hair.
The servant took a few steps forward and came to Juan Bi’s side. She squeezed out an unnatural smile and reported, “Miss, there’s a family who wants to stay overnight because of the heavy snow on the road. My husband agreed and arranged for them to stay in the guest courtyard in the west.”
Her husband was Steward Huang of the manor.
Coming to stay at this time?! Juan Bi could not help but frown. She thought to herself, ‘My lady is still here. How can Steward Huang let outsiders stay at this time?!’
Gu Yanfei looked at the servant steadily, her gaze circling between her eyebrows a few times.
Juan Bi would die, as would this mother and daughter.
Even though Gu Yanfei had never seen the others in the manor, at this moment, she had a faint intuition that most of the others in the manor looked like they were about to die.
Many people would die here soon!
Even—
And possibly herself!
Gu Yanfei’s gaze was calm and deep. She swept her gaze across everyone’s faces and looked at the snowy night sky outside the window. Dark, dark clouds continued to rise like mountains, covering the stars and moon.
She had never thought that after experiencing 200 years in the Bright Spirit Realm, she would be above all living beings.
After all, in this small world, she was just cannon fodder that Heaven’s Will did not like.
Of course, she would be in mortal danger.
She also knew that life and death crises would not be easily overcome.
The servant sensed that something was wrong from the subtle change in the atmosphere, and her round face was a little embarrassed.
She hurriedly explained, “It’s snowing heavily tonight. The snow is too heavy and thick. It’s almost impossible to move. My husband saw that this family was frozen and looked really pitiful.”
In the past, when the late Madam Xie was still alive, she often did good deeds. She also instructed the farmstead to often give porridge and medicine to the poor. Even when the late Madam went, the farmstead still did good deeds according to the old rules and wanted to accumulate merit for its masters.
It was common for them to take in passersby for the night on a rainy and snowy day.
Just now, when Steward Huang saw that the family was pitiful, he agreed immediately. For a moment, he forgot that the lady was also at the manor. He should have come to report first.
The servant rubbed her rough hands uneasily, worried that her husband had done something wrong. She was also afraid that Gu Yanfei would blame him for taking in outsiders.
Gu Yanfei gently twisted her index finger and thumb and looked down thoughtfully.
In the snow, two plum trees that had been cut in half lay quietly. Bright red plum petals fell to the ground, like specks of blood on the snow.
Gu Yanfei narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, as if an invisible string had been touched in her heart.
She clearly realized that this catastrophe that was about to bring countless deaths was probably brought about by the family who had come to stay.
“How many people came?” Gu Yanfei stroked her sleeve and asked.
The servant was still a little nervous and said hesitantly, “My husband said that a large family came from Yuzhou to visit. They look travel-worn and have old and young women. Even young people can’t withstand this cold, let alone old people in their 70s and 80s.”
Steward Huang also saw that there was an old man in the other party’s family and thought that this family should be kind, so he agreed to let them stay over.
As they spoke, the snow fell harder outside. The goose-feather-like snowflakes were dense, like a sandstorm.
A bone-chilling northwest wind blew. From the direction of the guest courtyard to the west came the faint sounds of voices and footsteps.
“Caw, caw, caw…”
There were even more crows above the manor. Dozens of them lingered, either perched on the walls, landing on the treetops, or flying in midair.
In the howling snow, the figures were blurry, and they only heard voices approaching. About seven or eight people were walking towards the courtyard.
“Second Lady.” An old servant in a rough cloth jacket ran quickly from the entrance of the courtyard and panted. “The family who came to stay heard that you’re here and want to thank you.”