Chapter 142
"Where are the bullets?" Fan Xian was like a young girl who had just awoken from a wonderful dream to find herself still sleeping on a heap of firewood in the kitchen . He asked Wu Zhu, slightly angry .
Wu Zhu answered honestly, although his answer was odd to hear in this world: "What’s a ‘bullet’?"
Fan Xian couldn't do anything about that, so he described to Wu Zhu the size and shape of a bullet, and how it was used . He then asked hopefully, "Uncle, you’ve seen my mother use them, right?"
Wu Zhu shook his head . "Like I said, I've forgotten certain things . " Just as Fan Xian was about to despair, Wu Zhu suddenly said, "But I do recall the thing you described . Back then I thought they were useless, so when I took you away, I left them in the cellar of Taiping Courtyard . "
Fan Xian had been trained to have an extremely steady disposition, but after hearing that, he almost wanted to embrace that lovable blind man and give him a kiss .
There was a letter in the second compartment of the box . The box had an extremely tight seal . Fan Xian tapped the letter gently . There wasn’t a single speck of dust on it .
"For Wu Zhu . "
Fan Xian didn’t know how to feel about the fact this box wasn’t for himself, but for the person beside him . He forced a smile and handed the letter to Wu Zhu, seemingly forgetting that he was blind .
Wu Zhu refused and said coldly, "The Lady wrote it for me, so that you may listen . You can read it directly . "
Fan Xian grinned and ripped open the envelop and started to read it aloud . After a few rows, he began to lose his seriousness . He had thought the box contained some godly legacy; how lacking in creativity . Just when he was starting to dislike his mother’s methods, he came upon this letter, which made him realize that this woman named Ye Qingmei really was the type of person who looked down at the world .
Her writing wasn’t the most graceful . It was far inferior to Ruoruo’s, even somewhat crude . The tone was strange too, not to mention that the contents were disconnected and seemed to be written at different times .
"Cute little Zhuzhu [1] . Warmest greetings… Sister really likes you, and wanted to introduce you to a wife many times, but you’re always cold as ice . I… Well, to put it nicely, I’m very angry . You went to that temple for a fight . I think you still won't win, and you are going to run back again like a beaten dog . So, here I am writing something to make fun of you . "
Reading up to here, Fan Xian glanced at Wu Zhu . A grandmaster-level martial artist, there wasn’t a dog’s shadow on him . The letter continued:
"As for me? While you were gone, I slipped him an aphrodisiac and now I'm pregnant with his child . It’s just that I don’t know if I’ll give birth to a dear daughter or a bastard son . This chest counts as my only legacy in this world . Old Mao once said that his life actually only influenced the outer border of Beijing . Remember . I said it too . I came to this world only to leave behind this chest . "
Reading about the aphrodisiac and "bastard son" almost made Fan Xian fall out of his stool . It turned out that not only was his background extraordinary, but it was fateful as well . It was unfortunate that the letter didn’t specify who his mother used the aphrodisiac on . This remained the greatest question on Fan Xian’s mind .
The following were the words left behind by Fan Xian’s mother, a woman named Ye Qingmei who shook the world:
"It's sad, isn’t it? I’m sure that in this world – besides you – no one else can open this box . Why was I so kind to teach you the five-stroke method of typing? It’s not like you'd be able to use it to do anything else . Cute little Zhuzhu, I really want to hug you to sleep . Come back quickly .
"I'm putting the box back where it was . You should know where . Ha, if you’ve opened the chest and read this letter, of course you know where it is . Looks like I've said something unnecessary again .
"I’m only curious: will I have a daughter or son? I hope a daughter . If it’s a son, it will be his father’s turn to have a headache . A man's ambition is too great . There's no telling what he might do .
"Fine, fine . My ambition is great too . I just want this world to become a more beautiful place . Can a girl’s beautiful dream be called ‘ambition’?
"Why do I feel like writing a will? To hell with this . This is way too ominous .
"Heh, who knows? Let’s just pretend it’s my will . Remember to not use that gun anymore . There's no point in cleaving an ant with a great sword . After reading this letter, destroy the chest . Don’t let any irrelevant outsiders know about my glorious life . They don’t deserve to know .
"I came, I saw, I played, I became rich, I killed royalty, I pulled the old emperor’s beard, I lived gloriously under this world’s sun . The only thing I’ve yet to do in this world is rule over it . How’s that? My dear daughter, bastard son, I doubt you will be able to live as I did . It would be good if you can live a peaceful life .
"Hm… After I die, will I return to that world?
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