Upright Character

Entering the warm house, Yang Lin saw a few pieces of furniture. Seems like even in poverty, people have a social pyramid, he thought. Back in his hometown, his aunt was the only person who actually owned furniture, all thanks to her late husband. Nonetheless, as Yue'er dropped from her father's embrace and tottered happily towards the dining table, Yang Lin politely bowed to her mother and said, "Uncle, where will I be sleeping?"

The lady's eyes flashed with a bit of guilt, she also thought Yang Lin noticed her reaction. She forced a smile, saying, "What nonsense, join us for the meal and then head to rest."

Yang Lin shook his head with a gentle smile, saying, "I'm full, thank you." He then looked at his uncle, really not wanting to press the matter further. The latter nodded, with a forced smile as well, he said, "We have a vacant room in the back, I'll accompany you."

Watching the pair head back inside, the woman sighed. Now that she took a look at the guy, no wonder, she muttered to herself. On the way back, uncle Jao showed Yang Lin the bathroom and asked him to at least bathe before sleeping and to accept this gesture of hospitality. Yang Lin had no spare clothes on him, but Xi Jao said that he has some clothes from his youthful days, they would actually suit Yang Lin since they were of a similar fashion, they were only white in color.

Of course, Yang Lin did not refuse. However, he bathed in cold water instead of warm water. Furthermore, he soaked his shirt drenched and then used it to wipe himself clean, saving up as much water as possible. He didn't hold a grudge, nor was he being petty, he just felt like his uncle was already kind enough by providing shelter and information to him, so he did not feel like making things difficult.

"Just because there is a face of resemblance, that doesn't mean you should bring a stranger home!" Back at the dining table, Xi Jao's wife complained in a whispering shout, obviously displeased. Xi Jao's face was a bit stiff, he said, "He's a man of an upright character, a rare find if I may say so myself."

"You… Many of those fake people are around, next thing you know he's only here for food, sleep, and a warm bath! He stinks of fish!" The woman said, adamant nonetheless. She noticed how her husband led the youth to the bathroom. She had boiled enough water for the three of them to bathe, now her husband did this. She was irritated.

The man was also helpless. He said, "I'll be fine bathing in cold water today, don't worry. I'm going to rest, you bathe first." With that, he stood up after finishing his plate. After kissing Yue'er on her head and a bit of teasing, he went outside to check the farm.

As for his wife, she didn't argue. She would not give up the warm bath be it her share or her daughter. Since he brought the guest, he should be a man and own up to it. The lass quickly followed after her father to play while the woman cleaned up the plates and went to take her bath, though her mind was a bit clouded with a hundred and more problems. Since the youth already had that bad impression of her, she didn't feel like she was supposed to be fake, acting as though he wasn't a burden.

However, once she entered the bathroom, she was shocked. The warm water tank was untouched, even the cold water tank was almost to the brim. Just as she wondered how did the youth bathe, she found a spot on the floor which was conspicuously moist, it also had ab odor of fish in it.

The woman was shrewd enough to realize what the youth had done. Thinking about that, she smiled bitterly at herself as she muttered, upright character, huh?

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Around these moments, Yang Lin was laid in his bed. The room was pretty empty of decorations, and the temperature was oddly low if compared with the house as a whole. Ever since he ignored the fox yesterday, the fox didn't speak up ever again. Then again, Yang Lin didn't care.

Unbeknownst to him, center Plight City in a room with an eerie atmosphere, a man in his twilight years sat in a lotus position. In front of the man was a photo of Yang Lin, the photo also seemed to carry the hair of the youth. Using the hair as the conduct of contagious connectivity, this man aimed to project his astral projection directly within Yang Lin's spirit realm to wreak havoc within.

Hiring such a character wasn't cheap, but the Offical Officer didn't want to risk anything. From what he had gathered, this youth seems to have an extraordinary background, he just didn't know why the guards of the orphanage would be so dumb to actually fiddle with the documentations, causing that misunderstanding. However, the deed was already done, and they can only proceed with the worst.

An enigmatic aura resonated with the man before a spiritual body shot forth from his body across space, traveling at an unimaginable speed to enter Yang Lin's head.

Once inside, the man looked around. Currently, he was in a phantom state, and he was positive the youth can't even detect his presence. Still, the man looked around, shocked. The spirit realm was very foggy, the man could barely see his own two hands, Then, a chill crept through the astral projection, the man abruptly turned around, frightened.

A massive pair of deep azure eyes, each was enough to eclipse the sun, silently gazed down upon him. The man was petrified, what kind of a monster was this…

"Insolent Mortal." Two words, the beast uttered. Two words shook the astral projection into smithereens. Back at the city center, the old man actually coughed up blood, and with a fuming mouth; dropped dead. To all this, Yang Lin was still in oblivion, gazing at his ceiling.

The sudden turn of events shocked the two Official Officers on standby. Howbeit, a gentle voice of a woman suddenly invaded the room, "Who gave you two the permission to mess with my boy?"

A bone-chilling aura accompanied the voice, the two did not dare turn around. This woman was frightening, was she who killed the Soul Hunter just now? The Officer broke in a cold sweat, cursing under his breath. The woman was chuckling lightly, but he felt like crying as he was slowly degrading into a sculpture of ice. Right before he died, he watched with his own eyes as Yang Lin's photo levitated, he didn't need to guess where it was headed, obviously towards the woman.

"How can you bear to plot against someone this cute?" The woman's words landed, but they seemed so far off in the distance altogether.

Just like that, three people have died, and their sudden death would surely erect a wave through Plight City.