The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 109 Jiangcheng 42 Did you scold me?

There are a few small liquor shops dozens of miles outside the city, and some people know about this place.

Peach Blossom Lane is a beautiful name, but unfortunately, the place here looks rather ordinary.

Two dilapidated thatched huts, with a few peach trees planted in front of the door, and not even a courtyard wall.

The only thing visible was a sign not far from the entrance that read "Peach Blossom Lane".

After knocking on the door a few times with no response, Wen Li called out, "Is anyone home?"

"I guess you've gone out. I told you to rest for a couple of days before coming. There's still time, no need to rush."

Wen Li sat down silently at the door, holding the dog: "Urgent, very urgent."

Seeing Wen Li's determined expression, Si Xiaxia said nothing more. Having obtained a clue meant they were one step closer to the truth; she would have to go back and see if she could find more clues for her host.

Wen Li rested against the door with her eyes closed. Time passed slowly, and after about two hours, a commotion was heard from not far away.

"I never abandoned the world, but the world abandoned me! Hahahaha... Do you know who I am? Me, me, you don't even know me? Would you like to have a drink?"

Before seeing the person, she heard their voice. Wen Li opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Upon seeing someone approaching, the Second Master also began to call out.

In the distance, a drunkard, carrying a jug of wine, was talking incoherently to a small bird that had flown down in front of him.

The man was dressed in gray clothes with several tears, and his loose hair obscured his face. His slightly hunched body and the white hair that matched his black hair conveyed a sense of hardship.

"Living is all about this drink. Once you drink it, all your troubles disappear, hahaha... Oh dear!"

Before Wen Li could get close enough to notice him, she saw the man stagger and trip over a stone after only a couple of steps, falling to the ground.

After falling to the ground, he didn't get up. Instead, he turned over and continued lying there as if he was about to fall asleep.

Seeing that the man was no longer moving, Si Xiaxia was a little worried: "Host, he didn't drink himself to death, did he?"

Second Master ran forward and licked the person awake. Wen Li slowly walked forward.

"Senior, junior..."

"Host, be careful!"

Before she could finish speaking, a sword suddenly flew towards her. Wen Li instinctively dodged, but the sword relentlessly pursued her.

Wen Li took out a ghost talisman: "Borrow divine power to relieve my worries."

The ghost talisman flew forward, but the sword that rushed up suddenly disappeared, and the person lying on the ground suddenly stood up and grabbed the ghost talisman that flew forward.

He stared at the ghost talisman for a long time, then turned to look at Wen Li.

"You are Wen Li."

The man looked at her, and a gentle breeze revealed his slightly aged face.

Although her face was aged, Wen Li still found a few traces of familiarity in her slightly flattened features.

"Oh, it's you, Uncle Wang."

Si Xiaxia looked at all this with a puzzled expression: "Host, do you know him?"

Si Xiaxia asked a question, but Wen Li ignored her.

The word "Uncle Wang" sobered Wang Mian up considerably. She's here, she's here.

Wang Mian, reeking of alcohol, laughed and said, "You still recognize me? What brings you to Uncle Wang? Have you come to your senses? Are you going to hide away?"

"Don't you know why I came to find you? I came for the Jiang family."

Upon hearing the name "Jiang family," Wang Mian showed no particular reaction, simply waving his hand and saying, "What do you know? Get lost, get lost, get lost, don't bother me while I'm drinking."

As Wang Mian spoke, he swayed and walked forward, but when he passed Wen Li, he was stopped by her hand.

"You still want to fight? Ali, do you really think your uncle is a pushover?"

Wen Li turned to look into Wang Mian's eyes: "Uncle Wang, after hiding for so many years, are you content?"

Wang Mian didn't answer, he just looked at her: "What's there to be unwilling about? Do you know how fragrant this wine is? I want to drink it for decades to come."

After saying that, he shook off Wen Li's arm and continued walking forward. Wen Li quickly moved in front of him, clenching her fist to hit him. Wang Mian quickly dodged and ran forward.

Just as Wen Li was about to give chase, an array suddenly appeared beneath her feet, and countless swords materialized in front of her, hurtling towards her.

Helpless, she could only draw her Snow Bell Blade to fight back. It seemed that Wang Mian knew someone was coming to find him, so he had already set up a formation.

While entangled with the swords, Wen Li also drew out a red ribbon, which extended in an attempt to entangle Wang Mian, but he dodged it very easily, and even while dodging, he did not forget to drink his wine.

"Don't bother me, I need to go back to sleep."

After saying that, she gripped the red ribbon tightly and flung Wen Li even further away, continuing to stagger forward.

Watching the person walk away, Wen Li was very anxious. Fortunately, the Second Master rushed forward, bit Wang Mian's clothes, and pulled him back.

Wen Li shouted as she fought, "But I'm not reconciled!"

Wang Mian turned around and looked at her. The girl was dressed in red and her face was a little pale, but she stood tall and faced so many swords pointed at her without any fear in her eyes.

In that instant, he seemed to see again that little girl who insisted on being Jiang Yanhong's daughter even when she was scolded and beaten.

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Wang Mian's encounter with Wen Li was truly just an accident.

It was dusk that day when he went out to buy wine as usual. After buying the wine, he suddenly remembered that someone had told him before that drinking on an empty stomach would lead to a quick death.

That day I was really out of my mind; after buying wine, I even went into town to try and buy a few baskets of steamed buns.

Unfortunately, the owner of the steamed buns told him that there was a basket of steamed buns left, but a little beggar had just snatched them away.

He had only wanted to eat some, but after traveling so far, he was told that they were all gone. Wang Mian's desire for steamed buns instantly reached its peak.

"Little beggar? Where did you run off to? Should I go and teach you a lesson?"

"Never mind, the steamed buns I make in the morning usually don't sell by evening. Anyway, there aren't many left, so I'll just consider it a donation. Besides, that kid runs so fast he disappears in a flash."

The boss was too lazy to bother with it, and Wang Mian wouldn't meddle in other people's business, so he could only leisurely return the way he came.

Without steamed buns, he drank the wine on an empty stomach, and after just one sip, he held the wine in his arms like a precious treasure.

"Wow~"

All I need is alcohol; everything else can go to hell.

After turning out of the alley, Wang Mian hadn't gone far when he heard the sounds of fighting.

This wouldn't normally have been worth his attention, but after taking only two steps, he heard a little girl's voice.

"I am Jiang Yanhong's daughter, and my mother is Jiang Yanhong. Come on, hit me!"

Wang Mian stood there, somewhat lost in thought: "Jiang Yanhong? Jiang Yanhong."

He turned around and ran to the alley entrance, accidentally stepping on and crushing a cold bun.

There were quite a few beggars in the group, ranging in age from two to fifteen, but even so, the little girl, who was not even as tall as his chest, held a stick and showed no fear in her eyes.

"The Jiang family has such a young child, is she just talking nonsense?"

"Whether she's talking nonsense or not, it's the Jiang family that made us orphans without parents. She's so eager to acknowledge us as her mother, so we'll teach her a lesson."

"Yes, kill her! Kill her!"

Several older beggars urged them on, but the beggars found themselves involuntarily taking a step back.

Several younger children, oblivious to their own mortality, rushed forward. Wen Li threw out a ghost talisman to repel them, then gripped her wooden stick and jumped forward, brutally knocking the men who had been speaking to the ground.

The alley was in chaos, filled with cries of agony, and no one noticed the people watching the spectacle from around the corner.

Wen Li's movements were swift and decisive, showing no mercy. In just a few moments, the alley was stained with large patches of blood.

Of course, some of it was her own.

In the end, Wen Li stepped on the face of the person who had been cursing the most.

The man's physique looked no different from an adult's, yet he was beaten so badly that he couldn't fight back at all.

Wen Li's face was still bleeding and covered in bruises, but she didn't care and kicked the man's face hard, one kick after another.

"A bunch of trash. My name is Wen Li, and I am Jiang Yanhong's daughter. If I hear you cursing my mother again, I'll cut off your head and use it as a football."

After saying that, she kicked the person away again, turned around and started picking up the buns that had fallen on the ground, whether they were intact or crushed, and she didn't even let go of the crumbs of pears.

Finally, Wen Li spotted a beggar, about three or four years old, huddled up furtively.

Wen Li stepped forward: "Take it out."

The little beggar took out the blackened bun from his hand with trembling hands.

Wen Li impatiently stepped forward to snatch it, but then heard him say something.

"You said you'd share what you stole with us, but I'm starving, please!"

Wen Li looked at him; the child was frighteningly thin, completely like a skeleton, and looked like he was about to starve to death at any moment.

Wen Li gave a vicious snort, looked like a demon, snatched the bun from the child's pleading eyes, and turned to leave.

A ray of setting sun sneaked into the dark alley, stretching Wen Li's shadow far away.

The little beggar lay dejectedly on the ground, but his moving shadow suddenly stopped.

Did you just curse Jiang Yanhong?

"I...I don't know them, I don't know what they're cursing about."

Did you insult me?

"without……"

The moment the word "no" left his mouth, two fairly clean and intact steamed buns fell to the ground in front of him.

The little beggar hurriedly stuffed the bun into his mouth, but his mouth was too small and too dry, and he began to cough violently as soon as he swallowed a bite.

But he still ignored it, coughing as he desperately stuffed buns into his mouth.