I, the transmigrated villain, please wait, gentle master.

Chapter 158 The Xiang River Breaks and the Jade Mountain Collapses (7)

Suddenly, someone emerged from under the table, causing a brief moment of chaos.

The sounds of clinking glasses, playing music, and dancing around them came to an abrupt halt.

Let's stop with the romantic musings here.

Surrounded by the crowd, Wangcai, unusually clear-headed for once, hurriedly pulled out a talisman from his crotch.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

If things go wrong, running is the right thing to do!

Wangcai had already burrowed underground, but something got tangled around his waist and dug him out again.

A dense, eerie red thread wrapped around his entire body like a cocoon, leaving only his head exposed.

He lost his balance, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up. He could only wriggle around like a worm.

The crowd surrounded him again, chattering amongst themselves:

"You little thief, what do you think this place is? How dare you come and go as you please?"

"You audacious thief, daring to come here and cause trouble! Watch out, or I'll skin you alive!"

"Quickly, summon the Black and White Impermanence, let's see how to deal with him..."

Wangcai struggled and yelled, "Let me go, or I'll make you regret it!"

How strange! The red threads binding him possessed some kind of magic, preventing him from breaking free no matter how hard he tried!

Seeing that he was stubborn and wouldn't admit it, everyone rolled up their trouser legs, ready to kick him a couple of times.

As Wangcai saw the raindrops of feet falling, he quickly closed his eyes, but the footprints did not land on him; they were all blocked by a burst of red light.

"Stop! This is a petty thief I caught myself; it's not your place to lay a hand on him!"

A clear, melodious voice silenced everyone's clamor.

The crowd parted to make way, and Wangcai opened his eyes to see two white, bare legs.

My gaze moved upwards, and a heavily made-up face came into view.

Isn't this the woman he "bumped into" under the table?

He saw the woman lying between the man's legs in an extremely indecent posture. If she hadn't suddenly kicked him, startling him so much that she overturned the table, a live sex show might have taken place.

Looking at her attire, she was no different from a ghost prostitute fallen into the mortal world.

Yet this woman had the ability to intimidate everyone.

She flicked her sleeve and casually glanced at the crowd. "What are you all standing here for? Get out of here! I'm in a bad mood, I'm not playing with you next time."

Immediately, some people around objected, "Good girl, how can you just crush our hopes with a single sentence?"

"The wine on the table isn't finished yet, and no one has guessed the girl's surname. How can you just quit like this? Does that mean the bet we made earlier doesn't count?"

Everyone chimed in, "That's right, we haven't had enough fun yet!"

"No arguing! What I say goes!" the woman shouted sternly to stop them. "The singing and dancing over there hasn't ended yet. You can go watch, play, and make a scene all you want. This is my own business, and I'm in charge of my own affairs. You have no say in it!"

When she's angry, she puts her hands on her hips, holds her head high, and adopts a haughty and domineering demeanor, much like a young girl.

It's worth mentioning that she has a lifelike snake tattoo on her arm.

Strange and ferocious.

In a daze, the snake's head moved slightly.

Wangcai thought he was seeing things, until the snake suddenly opened its eyes, startling him!

Snakes are the thing dogs hate the most.

He hates snakes so much because he is extremely afraid of them.

Back then, the cowardly little dog stepped on the tail of a spotted snake in the wild. He immediately sprang up, grabbed Li Tingyun's head, and trembled with fear, wishing he would never set foot on the ground again!

The snake tattoo on the woman's arm was so lifelike, as if it were about to wake up from its slumber, raise its head high, and spit out its forked, venomous tongue.

Wangcai felt uneasy seeing this.

However, he knew that this tattoo was no ordinary one.

Legend has it that the ancient goddess Nuwa had a human head and a snake's body and was the ancestor of the earth. The current Ghost Emperor and Ghost King are also monsters with half a snake's tail.

Therefore, the ghost realm of Fengdu has always used snakes as a symbol of its rulers.

This woman with a snake tattoo on her arm must be someone important.

Wangcai does have some insight.

The onlookers, being perceptive, dared not disobey the woman and could only leave dejectedly.

However, one of them deliberately stayed behind and asked, "Miss, this thief has boldly broken into Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Should we inform the Black and White Impermanence?"

The woman waved her hand and said, "It's just a petty thief. I can handle it myself. There's no need to tell Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai. Aren't they with that gentleman upstairs, doing some pawn auction? They probably don't have time to deal with such trivial matters."

"Little Black?" "Little White?" These are rather contemptuous terms used to address Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu.

Wangcai couldn't help but become curious about her, and he looked up to examine her carefully once again.

The woman was dressed in a narrow, thin skirt of Xiangfei color, with an unusually thick layer of makeup on her face. From head to toe, everything about her clothes and makeup was powdery, even her lips were painted the color of flower buds, making her look like the most alluring peach tree in the forest that had come to life.

It's clear that she's trying her best to dress herself up in a "showy" and "charming" way.

However, the excessive embellishment makes it too flamboyant.

Seeing that Wangcai was staring at her, the woman leaned closer and parted her pink lips slightly, "Little thief, are you mesmerized?"

Wangcai scoffed, "Pink and delicate? How old are you now? Not pretty, not pretty!"

"Is that so?" the woman scoffed. "You wait, I'll teach you a lesson!"

Wangcai struggled to pupate, but its body was covered in red threads, and no matter how hard it struggled, it was to no avail.

The woman took the other end of the red thread and easily dragged him along the way.

She dragged Wangcai back to her room.

It's quieter here, and no one will bother us.

With a flick of his fingers, the red rope loosened, but only for a moment, and Wangcai was tied up again.

However, it changed its shape, transforming from a "silkworm pupa" into a "zongzi" (rice dumpling).

"The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, so I'm wishing you good luck," she even thoughtfully tied a bow on her head. "Don't move around, or I'll steam you right now!"

Wangcai said fiercely, "Hey! I'm warning you, don't make any rash moves. You'd better release me now! Do you know who my master is? I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"

The woman glanced at her sideways. "First, my name isn't 'Hey.' Second, we already agreed that I was going to teach you a lesson, and I mean what I say, so watch out!"

A golden light flashed.

It almost blinded Wangcai's dog eyes.

The woman transformed herself, changing her clothes and her face.

She deliberately struck a pose, puffed out her chest, and asked, "You said I don't look good in pink, so would I look better in red?"

Wangcai: "..."

He sharply commented, "No! It looks like a big trumpet flower, even uglier."

The woman flicked her sleeves, changed into a simple and elegant dress, struck a pose reminiscent of Xi Shi holding her heart, and asked again, "How about this? Wouldn't it make me seem pitiful?"

She secretly pinched her thigh, wincing in pain, but didn't cry out.

She blinked and said shyly, "I'm sorry, I lost control of my expression just now. But you can imagine what I would look like with tears streaming down my face; I'm sure it would be extremely beautiful."

Every move she made was flirtatious, yet her eyes clearly revealed a hint of... pure foolishness.

Then, she changed each of the colors—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—one by one.

Wangcai was dazzled by the sights and shouted, "Stop torturing me! Just wear your original pink outfit!"

The woman asked, "Really? I think so too. Someone once said that I look best in pink. He also said that I look good in anything, even in a tattered burlap sack."

"Oh, right, right," Wangcai flattered, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, that person must be your old flame, right?"

"No, that's not true!" the woman retorted instinctively, her expression changing. "Don't talk nonsense."

Perhaps she overreacted, making it seem like she was trying to cover it up.

Wangcai seized on the sore spot and provoked, "You must have guessed right for you to be so angry!"

"Since he's your old flame, why don't you dare admit it?"

"Could it be that he's found someone new and run off with her, leaving you behind?"

"Or……"

He deliberately made an exaggerated expression and exclaimed in surprise, "He's not dead, is he?!"

The dog was just messing around; his mouth was faster than his brain, and he kept going off on tangents.

Unexpectedly, I uncovered some secrets.

The woman's face was expressionless, clearly indicating her anger. Only when she stopped flaunting her beauty did she truly reveal a touch of aloofness.

She didn't say a word, but clenched her fists, and the red thread binding Wangcai tightened even more.

The thread tentatively climbed up his cheek and quickly wrapped his entire head up.

He turned into a real "zongzi" (rice dumpling).

"I should have known better than to be so sarcastic..." Wangcai thought to himself. "Am I really going to get steamed now?"

Everything was pitch black, and I couldn't see anything, but my hearing became exceptionally sharp.

The silver bells vibrated and jingled.

The sound was clear but weak, easily lost in the noise, which is why he hadn't noticed it at all before.

Wangcai's mind raced, and he immediately remembered what Xuan Yu had told him—

Fox spirits are good at transformation. Si Wuyou ran away from home, so she probably doesn't show her true form. But no matter how she transforms, there will always be a red string tied around her ankle, with a small bell hanging from it.

Wangcai, however, remembered that the woman's bare ankles had no decorations whatsoever.

There was no red rope or bell.

Wait... a red string?!

How can the red thread wrapped around one's body again and again not count?

The more violently he struggled, the clearer the crisp sound became.

Perhaps the so-called red thread and bell were actually Si Wuyou's personal magical artifacts.

But Wangcai was still a little uncertain...

He suddenly realized that he had never truly known Si Wuyou.

Even though he was very close to Xuan Yu, he didn't have much contact with the siblings Si Wuxie and Si Wuyou, especially Si Wuyou. The two of them had never even met face to face, and he didn't even know what Si Wuyou looked like.

His entire understanding of Si Wuyou came from Xuan Yu's descriptions and the incessant complaints of the other cat demons living in Yongjie Town: she was too difficult to manage and was always sneaking out to cause trouble.

So, is this brightly colored woman the vixen he's looking for?

"Wait... beautiful fairy sister, I apologize for my rudeness just now..."

Wangcai, being flexible and adaptable, probed, "I overheard you drinking and making bets with those men before. None of them could guess your surname, but I not only know your surname, but also your given name."

He cleared his throat. "If I call your name, would you dare to answer?"

no respond.

I wonder what this woman is thinking.

Wangcai shouted loudly, "Clouds, mist, smoke!"