Chapter 44 Fengtian
Seeing the red coffin glowing again, Zheng Wenjie withdrew his hand. He inexplicably felt a sense of closeness to the red coffin, as if it were a part of himself. However, Zheng Wenjie still didn't know how to control this uncanny weapon.

Under the cover of the red light, everything in the coffin, including the pair of lovers, turned into points of light and drifted in all directions.

The coffin lid that fell on the snow trembled, flew up and returned to its original place, and then turned blood red, just like an ordinary coffin that fell to the ground.

The thick snake body of Bai Du bowl swelled up a circle, and he felt empty inside, as if something had been dug out. He stared dumbfoundedly at the coffin that had changed inside and out.

Huang Daxian opened her mouth and stared at Zheng Wenjie blankly. She was secretly happy just now because Wuxian Cave had gained another powerful ghost weapon, but now she was dumbfounded: "Senior, you, you, this."

Zheng Wenjie was very satisfied, and couldn't stop smiling. He looked at Huang Daxian Gu and asked, "How should the ghost weapon be controlled?"

Huang Daxian Gu was somewhat reluctant, but still said helplessly: "Ghost weapons are spiritual and can communicate with the soul of the owner. My grandmother's ghost weapon is a spear. It can move at will and can take a person's life from thousands of miles away."

Looking at the red coffin, Zheng Wenjie was still at a loss. He did not feel that the red coffin had any spiritual power. He said helplessly to Huang Daxian Gu: "I did not feel the spiritual power of the red coffin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the red coffin stood up straight, facing Zheng Wenjie, and once again emitted a little red light that flowed into Zheng Wenjie's body. Zheng Wenjie was not afraid and waited quietly.

Zheng Wenjie suddenly had some enlightenment, and suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his mind, and said: "Become smaller, smaller, smaller, the smallest"

The red coffin also shrank until it became the size of a palm and fell into Zheng Wenjie's hands.

After retracting his fangs and ending his zombie state, Zheng Wenjie looked at the red coffin in his hand and wished it to be bigger. The red coffin also grew a circle bigger as he wished.

In the zombie state, he has no soul, or rather, in the zombie state, his soul and spirit are merged. He cannot control the red coffin with his mind, and can only give orders with his mouth, and the red coffin will receive them.

"Give me my night-shining pearl, too."

Huang Daxiangu spat out a night-shining pearl from her mouth, held it up with both hands and handed it to Zheng Wenjie. The red coffin grew bigger as she thought about it. Zheng Wenjie put the "Thousand Birds", the night-shining pearl, and the three pairs of magatama in his pocket into the red coffin.

The red coffin was turned back to the size of a palm and was fastened on Zheng Wenjie's vest. The red coffin had no combat capability and was an auxiliary ghost weapon, but the fact that it could grow larger or smaller and be used as a storage space had already satisfied Zheng Wenjie.

Seeing this, Bai Du asked weakly, "Aunt, Senior, can I leave now?"

"You still want to leave? Go back to Wuxian Cave and wait for me to come back!" Huang Daxiangu scolded. Seeing Bai Du's timid look, she became furious. She kicked with both legs and smashed another ball on Bai Du, venting all the sadness caused by Bai Du's treasure being stolen on him.

After teaching Bai Du, who kept dodging, a lesson, Huang Daxian Gu returned to Zheng Wenjie and said, "Senior, let's go. We can reach Fengtian in two hours at most."

Zheng Wenjie hesitated for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Let's go."

As a wisp of yellow smoke rose up, Bai Du hesitated for a while, and then, with a fearless attitude, he walked towards the Wuxian Cave.

Zheng Wenjie was hesitating because he was struggling over whether to kill Bai Du. He wanted to avenge the woman, but he couldn't find anyone to take revenge on. Bai Du was controlled by the black coffin. If he destroyed the black coffin and killed Bai Du, all the problems would be solved.

But the black coffin has now become his ghost weapon, and he gets along well with Wong Tai Sin Gu. The disaster that this woman encountered was not Bai Du's original intention, and Bai Du was innocent. Zheng Wenjie could only sigh and leave.

Fengtian Palace
Lao Jiang came to the study door with a bowl of steaming noodles and knocked on the door: "Miss, please eat something. There is always work to do. You only ate a few bites yesterday. Your body can't stand it."

"come in."

Listening to Gong Ruomei's increasingly indifferent voice, Lao Jiang pushed open the door reluctantly. Gong Ruomei was reviewing the account books at the table. The Gong family, a well-known and large family in the Northeast, now has only a dozen shops as its source of income.

Two days ago, Gong Ruomei took the rest of the Gong family to visit the Japanese pirate camp that was cursed by God before the Japanese pirates blocked the area. She was distracted for a long time, and after coming back, she devoted all her attention to the remaining family business of the Gong family.

Lao Jiang put the bowl on the table and wanted to say something to persuade her, but he couldn't speak anyway. He opened his mouth and just said, "Miss, eat quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"I understand. You go out first." Gong Ruomei said indifferently, her mind still on the account book in front of her. Her father was gone, and the person she had pledged her life to also disappeared. Now the only belief that kept her alive was that the Gong family's name was still there.

Ma San was already dead, and the Japanese pirates had temporarily slowed down their actions because their barracks were destroyed, and the Gong family also had a chance to catch their breath.

Old Jiang reluctantly left the study, waved his hand to the monkey playing on the tree in the yard, and walked out of the door, touching the knife on his waist. Mr. Gong's wish before his death was to keep Gong Ruomei away from the hatred in the martial arts world. Now it is impossible, but he, Old Jiang, can still do things. Without the Japanese pirates and Ma San, many things of the Gong family should be taken back!
Huang Daxiangu brought Zheng Wenjie to a remote and narrow alley in Fengtian.

Zheng Wenjie nodded to Huang Daxian Gu and said, "Thank you. We will see you later."

“Senior, I will be leaving now.” Huang Daxian Gu put her front legs together and bowed, then turned into a wisp of yellow smoke and flew back to the Wuxian Cave.

Zheng Wenjie touched the red coffin in his hand. In addition to being able to store things, touching the red coffin could also bring a soothing and relaxing feeling.

After leaving the alley, the Japanese pirates who used to patrol everywhere disappeared from the street. However, the evasive eyes and figures of passers-by made Zheng Wenjie realize that his clothes were still stained with blood. Following the street he came from, Zheng Wenjie sped up and quickly flashed through several intersections. He passed by Ma San's yard, glanced at the white flowers and white cloth covering the yard, and came to the gate of Gong's family.

After knocking on the door, Zheng Wenjie heard a noise coming from the yard and waited quietly. After a while, a teenager opened the door, glanced at Zheng Wenjie outside the door, and slammed the door shut again, causing Zheng Wenjie to mumble the words he was about to say.

Sanjiangshui was startled by Zheng Wenjie, who was covered in red and black blood, and slammed the door shut, thinking that Lao Jiang and the others were doomed. Then he remembered the familiar face, opened the door with some surprise, and looked at Zheng Wenjie: "Master! You're back!"

Zheng Wenjie took a step back and looked at Sanjiangshui: "What are you talking about?"

"Master, did you avenge Mr. Gong? Did you kill Ma San?" Sanjiangshui was a little excited.

Zheng Wenjie found it a little funny. This was somewhat similar to the routine he used when he worshipped Gong Ruomei as his master: "I killed him. How did you recognize him?"

Sanjiangshui said honestly: "I saw you when the young lady came back. On the day when Ma San died, the young lady said that you avenged her."

"Are you going to let me stay outside forever?" Zheng Wenjie looked at Sanjiangshui and asked with a smile.

"Master, come in quickly, come in quickly. I just thought that Uncle Jiang and his men had met with disaster, and they came to our door." Sanjiangshui hurriedly invited Zheng Wenjie into the house and explained.

Zheng Wenjie nodded: "Where is your young lady?"

"Yes, she's in the study. Master, go and have a look. The young lady has completely changed since you left. I heard from Uncle Jiang that she didn't even eat."

Zheng Wenjie was a little worried when he heard that Gong Ruomei didn't even eat. "The study is in the backyard, right? I'll go there by myself. You can rest first."

"In the backyard." Sanjiangshui looked at Zheng Wenjie's back with some excitement. He avenged Old Man Gong single-handedly. Zheng Wenjie now has a great reputation in Fengtian. This kind of chivalrous person is also what Sanjiangshui admires.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Gong Ruomei frowned and looked at the familiar figure with bloodshot eyes, her heart beating faster.

Zheng Wenjie came to the desk and put the red coffin stuck on the vest on the table. He looked at the lumps of noodles on the table, picked up the chopsticks and mixed them. He looked at Gong Ruomei, who still had mourning cloth wrapped around her arm, and said gently: "The noodles are all lumpy. Let's go. I'll take you to a restaurant and have something good."

Gong Ruomei stood up, stretched out her hand from the blood-black vest to touch Zheng Wenjie's face, and smiled on her pale face: "I'll find you some clothes."

Zheng Wenjie hugged Gong Ruomei, who was staggering, into his arms: "Don't worry, I won't leave you as long as you don't want me to."

"I know you will come back, I'm just a little worried about you." Gong Ruomei raised her head and looked at Zheng Wenjie: "Really, I believe you will come back."

Zheng Wenjie patted Gong Ruomei's back and said, "I have another white suit. Wait for me here."

"I'll go with you." Gong Ruomei buried her head in Zheng Wenjie's arms, smelling the fishy scent, but feeling somewhat lucky and comfortable.

Zheng Wenjie picked up Gong Ruomei by the waist and carried her back to the room she had arranged for him, then put her down. The room was exactly the same as when he left, and his small suitcase containing his clothes was still safely there.

"Do you want to take a shower first? I'll ask someone to run some hot water." Gong Ruomei asked when she saw that Zheng Wenjie had taken off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Zheng Wenjie shook his head. He was a fire man. Burning himself was no cleaner than taking a bath.

Gong Ruomei didn't say anything when she saw Zheng Wenjie refused. She just stood there quietly and watched Zheng Wenjie change into a white suit. She pursed her lips, and there was nothing unusual on her face, but her heartbeat was still not steady.

After changing his clothes, Zheng Wenjie looked at Gong Ruomei, who was wearing a black cotton jacket, and asked, "Have you arranged for Mr. Gong's funeral?"

Gong Ruomei stepped forward and smoothed the wrinkled parts and said, "Ma San was buried on the day he died. He has been left there for a few days. We can't delay it any longer."

"That's good. Don't be too sad. You still have to look forward."

Gong Ruomei hugged Zheng Wenjie and whispered in his arms: "I know, now I just want the Gong family to be able to gain a foothold in Fengtian, and for disciples to inherit the remaining sixty-four moves of the Gong family, and more."

Gong Ruomei raised her head, her black pupils glowing a little: "I still remember what you said, I can't forget it."

Zheng Wenjie lowered his head and kissed Gong Ruomei's forehead: "I won't forget it either."

"Master, Master, Uncle Jiang and the others are in real trouble. Damn my bad mouth. Come and take a look." Sanjiangshui's dry howl came from the front yard.

(End of this chapter)