The Sorrowmender

Chapter 40 – Please help me

Noon.

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As summer approached, the sun blazed fiercely.

Xu Qingzhou sat at his desk, leafing through a book he had found some time ago, "Strange Tales of the Vast and Righteous World."

Just as he was engrossed, the door creaked open.

Xu Qingzhou glanced up, catching sight of the white-haired little girl standing at the doorway.

He didn't speak or make a sound, simply returning his gaze to the book in his hands.

The white-haired girl, seeing Xu Qingzhou's indifference, furrowed her delicate brows and walked into the room, swaggering to a stop in front of Xu Qingzhou's desk.

She stared at Xu Qingzhou, just stared.

"If you have something to say, just say it. You're Wuyou's friend, and I hold nothing back."

Xu Qingzhou's lazy and casual words broke the silence between them.

"Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

"For example—" Xu Qingzhou never looked up, turning page after page.

The white-haired girl said seriously, "For example, where I come from, what I'm doing here, who I am, and why I'm looking for you?"

"Oh!" Xu Qingzhou showed interest, closing the book in his hand and looking at the child before him with intrigue. "So if I ask you, will you tell me?"

"For Wuyou's sake, you ask, I'll answer." She remained earnest.

Xu Qingzhou put away his smile and asked seriously, "Alright, then let me ask you, who are you?"

"I am who I am, I have no name, you can call me whatever you like."

"Then why did you come to Frostsky City?" Xu Qingzhou asked again.

"I was entrusted by someone to do something."

Xu Qingzhou's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he continued.

"What are you here to do?"

The girl licked her slightly dry lips and solemnly uttered two words.

"Kill you."

Xu Qingzhou's expression remained unchanged, but his heart pounded fiercely a few times. As expected, the way she looked at him always seemed like she wanted to stab him. It seemed his guess was correct.

He tried to calm his breathing, curiously looking at the white-haired girl before him, and asked calmly, "So, did Mo Shengge send you?"

An eleven-year-old child, a girl without any cultivation fluctuations, suddenly jumped out to say she wanted to kill him. To be honest, Xu Qingzhou was a bit bewildered.

And the fact that the young girl came from Linfeng City was such a coincidence, it was hard not to be suspicious.

"That's right!" The white-clothed girl didn't hide anything.

Hearing this, Xu Qingzhou wasn't afraid. Instead, he asked with a playful tone, "Then why haven't you made a move yet? Are you afraid you can't beat me?"

"No?" The white-haired girl shook her head.

"Then why?"

"You haven't finished asking your questions, you ask first."

Hearing this, Xu Qingzhou was taken aback, silent for a moment before speaking.

"Alright, then one last question, why are you looking for me?"

It seemed she had been waiting for this question for a long time, and she answered without hesitation.

"I'm looking for you to ask for your help."

Xu Qingzhou was amused, thinking this child's thought process was truly extraordinary. You want to kill me and still ask for my help? What kind of logic is that?

"So, are you asking me to let you kill me?"

The white-clothed girl shook her head again, "Killing yourself is too troublesome and too slow, it's faster if I do it."

Her voice was equally calm, yet filled with a sense of arrogance, and the confidence in her eyes made Xu Qingzhou break into a cold sweat.

It was as if she truly believed she could kill him, though he had no idea where this child's confidence came from.

His gaze instinctively fell on the child's right hand, but he didn't see the black line that had once been on Ning Feng's hand, indicating that this child was not a death warrior.

"So what do you want me to help you with? Tell me!"

The white-haired girl furrowed her slender brows again.

"You are Mister Forgetting Worries. Wuyou said you can solve all the worries of girls in the world. I didn't know what worry was before, but now I have it, so I want to ask for your help before I kill you."

"You still haven't said anything?" Xu Qingzhou shrugged, responding casually.

"I want to kill you, but if you die, Wuyou will be sad. I don't want her to be sad, so you help me make sure that after I kill you, she won't be sad."

The white-clothed girl said it as if it were the most natural thing, yet she was filled with seriousness and sincerity.

Xu Qingzhou was momentarily at a loss for words. Kill me, afraid Wuyou will be sad, so you ask me to solve her worries, not to kill me, but to prevent Wuyou from being sad. What kind of strange idea is this?

To come up with such a plan, this child is truly—remarkable.

"Why are you afraid Wuyou will be sad? Didn't you just meet?"

This was what Xu Qingzhou was most curious about.

"That's none of your business, just tell me if you'll help or not."

Indeed, the friendship between children was something Xu Qingzhou, as an adult, couldn't comprehend.

Perhaps to her, a bowl of rice was a favor, not to mention she had several bowls, shared a bath, and slept together.

Xu Qingzhou admitted that for a moment, he had the urge to kill, but he never acted on it. First, the person before him was just a child, and second, the other party was genuinely sincere, so sincere that he couldn't bring himself to do it.

To come right out and say, I want to kill you, and still ask for help, this—

And when the child said her request was for Wuyou, he couldn't muster the will to kill. He genuinely wanted to see how capable this child was and what she would do next.

So he had a little idea.

"Alright, since you've come to me, I can help you."

The white-haired girl obviously didn't expect Xu Qingzhou to agree, and she said mischievously, "Really, then thank you."

"Don't thank me just yet. The rules of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries are that I only help those with fate, one person per day. If you want my help, you can line up at the door tomorrow to draw lots. Whenever you draw it, I'll help you solve this worry. If you don't draw it, then we have no fate, and I won't help you."

The white-clothed girl glanced at the door, recalling the scene from the morning, her expression turning a bit gloomy.

After a while, she looked back at Xu Qingzhou and said, "Alright, it's a deal. Whoever goes back on their word is a puppy."

"Alright, it's a deal." Xu Qingzhou smiled and continued, "But before that, you can't make a move on me, and you can't make a move in this Pavilion of Forgetting Worries."

"I won't, as long as Wuyou is here, I won't kill you."

With that, she turned and left, but only went as far as the doorway, sitting on the stone steps where she had met Wuyou the day before.

Xu Qingzhou shook his head helplessly.

"Strange, truly strange. Mo Shengge, sending such a child here, what are you trying to do?"