After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 86

Groundhog Demon A: “Is it? Is it? Who is that on your back? Why is there a human smell?”

Potato Spirit B: “I bet one small potato that the woman on your back is definitely the culprit!”

Song Xingzi punched one head, then the other, and said coldly: “What business is it of yours? You’re still gossiping across half the Demon Realm? The gossip is already rotten, okay?”

Groundhog Demon A: “Wuwuwu, if you don’t want to talk, just say so. Why hit a demon?”

Potato Spirit B: “The time difference, you know. The center of gossip lives in the field of melons. Can’t we observe from afar?”

Song Xingzi: …Does whether I allow it or not make a difference? Huh?

Seeing Song Xingzi stay silent, the two little demons, talking back and forth, actually finished providing the information Song Xingzi needed.

Groundhog Demon A: “Is it her or not? Hurry up and say something. She’s seriously injured.”

Potato Spirit B: “Humans seem to be very frail, unlike us who are tough-skinned and thick-skinned. Your little wife is dying, but only Old Wāng in the west of the city treats external injuries.”

Groundhog Demon A: “You should take her to the Tóng Fú Inn next door to stay, so you don’t have to run back and forth. This human is so weak! You actually let her trick you? How shameful!”

Song Xingzi: ??? Weakling? Are you talking about this Great Demon who can punch a Gǔ Diāo to death? Do you want to try her fist?

Potato Spirit B: “Since you’ve chased her all the way to the Demon Realm, forgive her and start anew. I’m waiting to hear the love story between you and your little wife.”

Groundhog Demon A: “I second that! I’m tired of hearing the story of the White Snake and the Fox Demon. Give us something fresh.”

Song Xingzi, who was being pushed into the city: They’re probably the game NPCs that Little Tail talked about, talking to themselves so much…

Jokes aside, the human on her back was getting hotter. The skin where they touched made Song Xingzi tremble. Jì Rúyuè was truly injured and needed to see a doctor quickly to treat the wounds.

Song Xingzi was anxious. A small demon carrying a long-limbed human darting through the demon city attracted many glances. With the enthusiastic directions of onlookers, Song Xingzi successfully arrived at Old Wāng’s place, the one the “game NPCs” said treated external injuries. Behind her followed a few idle little demons, holding Sound-Recording Stones and Memory Stones to record the gossip.

Song Xingzi: …You’re using such valuable items just to record gossip? Don’t you have any ambition? Ah!

Old Wāng is a Celestial Dog (Tiān Gǒu). She stopped devouring the sun a long time ago and found a spot in the Great Western Wasteland to retire. She operates under the guise of treating external injuries, but she’s not very skilled. She relies on one type of trauma ointment and one pool of pitch-black medicinal bath, and has managed to stay here for several hundred years.

“How is it, Doctor Old Wāng? Is she alright?” Song Xingzi looked at the woman with furrowed brows, who was stroking her messy fur. She remained silent, making Song Xingzi’s heart churn with anxiety, afraid that something had truly happened to Jì Rúyuè. “Don’t just keep silent! You’re going to scare a demon to death.”

The little demons lining the doorway repeated: “Going to scare a demon to death, going to scare a demon to death.”

Song Xingzi was so nervous she was about to cry, asking suspiciously: “You’ve been checking her pulse for so long, and poking Jì Jì all over. You haven’t figured anything out, have you?”

The little demons at the door looked at each other and directly answered for Old Wāng: “She can’t figure it out, she can’t figure it out. She doesn’t know anything.”

Old Wāng: Darn it! It’s one thing to see patients, but bringing so many demons? Are you trying to crash my clinic? You little brat! Why are you just like your father? So annoying!

When Song Xingzi first came in, Old Wāng saw the two gold bells on her head, the signature ugly and tacky red ribbon, plus Song Xingzi’s naturally innocent doe eyes. She knew that the descendant of that trashy person, Sòng Bǎobèi, had arrived.

Old Wāng played mysterious: “Ahem, this one, well?”

To be honest, Old Wāng really hadn’t figured out much, except that the human girl was on her last breath.

It’s no wonder she was seeing the King of Hell. She was bruised all over, with countless wounds. Just the deep lacerations on her waist and forearm, the half-meter-long cut on her back that exposed bone, and three broken ribs—this person should have entered the Ghost Realm long ago! The fact that she was still alive was the real oddity.

Song Xingzi held Jì Rúyuè’s hand, anxiously: “What should I do? Can she still be saved?”

Old Wāng looked up at the sky, rolling her eyes in a very ungraceful manner.

Does she even need to ask? Of course, she can’t be saved! Just take her away, okay? Take her with you when you go. I don’t want to see Sòng Bǎobèi’s child.

“Xīng… Xīng.”

Jì Rúyuè unconsciously mumbled, her voice very soft, almost inaudible, but demons have acute hearing, and Song Xingzi caught Jì Rúyuè’s words.

She’s calling me!

Song Xingzi panicked and shouted at Old Wāng: “Are you incompetent? You’re just a quack doctor who deceives people!”

The little demons wiped their tears and repeated: “Old Wāng is incompetent at everything. She only knows how to deceive people.”

—”Wuwuwu, this is so touching!”

—”Immortal love! The little wife is still calling her name even when she’s about to die.”

—”I know, right! This is the first time I’ve seen such a devoted human. Usually, it’s the demons who are more devoted.”

What are you talking about, demons? How many humans have you seen in your life here in the middle of nowhere in the northwest!

Old Wāng rolled her eyes even harder, almost unable to retract them. She coughed twice, putting on a pretense of being a graceful immortal, which was quite effective at fooling demons—at least Song Xingzi bought it.

“I have a medicinal package here. You boil the water and soak her in the medicinal bath. And then,” Old Wāng’s bushy eyebrows straightened sternly as she spoke, “You’re a Treasure-Spitting Rat, Sòng Bǎobèi’s daughter. Can you use your innate ability? Remember to spit out a healing gem and put it in the medicinal soup. Oh, and also, I know you Treasure-Spitting Rats are very rich, so don’t stop giving her spiritual herbs and elixirs. Replenish her strength immediately.”

Song Xingzi was fooled, but the little demons at the door knew Old Wāng’s true ability: “She only knows this.”

—”Exactly, she uses the same prescription for every demon.”

Old Wāng controlled her smile and made a throat-slitting gesture to the little demons at the door, the meaning clear: “If you keep criticizing my prescription, I’ll ‘shark’ you within three days.”

“Treasure-Spitting Rat? Spitting out a gem? How do I spit it out?” Song Xingzi was a little confused. She had heard her elders say her bloodline had awakened and evolved, but she hadn’t actually unlocked her racial innate ability.

Old Wāng was in a bad mood, and to prevent her from failing to extort money (not really), she pretended to be irritated and drove the customer away: “Just think about it in your head and make a vomiting motion. Hurry up, pay the money and leave. I’m closing up to sleep.”

“Oh, oh, okay,” Song Xingzi took out two spiritual stones and placed them on Old Wāng’s three-legged wooden table, asking very obediently, “Do I need to help her undress for the medicinal bath? What else should I do? Are there any other precautions?”

“Pfft—”

Old Wāng spat out a mouthful of bitter tea. Darn it, what kind of simpleton is this? Sòng Bǎobèi, you seduced the Dì Tīng’s younger sister and gave birth to such a little simpleton?! Seriously, if you hadn’t died so early, I would have personally ended you!

Old Wāng said with a cold face: “Do you not want to? She’s about to die. Are you going to make her move herself?”

The little demons gasped:

—”The little wife is so pitiful. She’s about to die, and she’s still unwilling to take care of her.”

—”Exactly. I heard humans are very fragile and can’t withstand being hit much.”

—”Cold-hearted! Bad demon. I’ve recorded it!”

—”Cruel! Bad demon. I’ve recorded it!”

—”Heartless! Bad demon. I’ve recorded it!”

Song Xingzi: Jī Jī Jī??? What the heck are you guys talking about? She’s fragile, and I’m heartless? My goodness, she’s a Great Demon who can break Diamond Jade with one hand! I’m just a little demon who hasn’t even condensed her core yet. By all accounts, I’m the one who’s more fragile and pitiful, right?

“Okay, I understand,” Song Xingzi took a deep breath, taking the wrapped medicinal package from Old Wāng. “Thank you, Doctor Old Wāng.”

Old Wāng: “You’re welcome. Hurry up and go. I’m closing the door!”

Song Xingzi originally intended to continue carrying Jì Rúyuè to the inn next door on her back, but under the condemning gazes of the little demons, the petite Song Xingzi forcibly lifted the over-170cm Great Demon, cradling her waist with one hand and her knee pit with the other, carrying her upstairs in a princess-carry to choose the most expensive Heaven-grade room.

The Tóng Fú Inn does not allow small demons to enter the rooms on the second floor at will, so the little demons finally stopped channeling their spiritual power, ceased recording, and left reluctantly, looking back three times with every step.

They’re finally gone! They’re truly gossip embodied, so gossipy!

Song Xingzi sighed and carried Jì Rúyuè to the bed. The inn’s attendant had already been instructed to ask the Fire Spirit to boil water and brew the medicine. A large wooden tub, big enough for two demons, was set up behind a screen. The owner had also thoughtfully prepared clothes for changing.

“Truly worthy of the Heaven-grade room at five high-grade spiritual stones. It’s clean, quiet, and efficient.”

Song Xingzi commented with satisfaction, pushed open the window, and saw the little demons from before waving at her in mid-air, shouting, “So you were Song Xingzi! We just found out!”

“Slam!”

Song Xingzi closed the window and called the attendant to drive away the bird demons who were disturbing the residents and flying at low altitudes without permission.

“Hmph, nothing but mediocrity!”

The inn was highly efficient and quickly completed all the preparations. Song Xingzi leaned by the wooden tub, staring at the pool of pitch-black medicinal bath. Dried desert scorpions were floating on the surface. Without needing to force it, Song Xingzi turned her head and began to retch into the empty space.

What are all these things? Is it really okay to throw an injured human like Older Sister into this? Will she die before being cured? What’s the magical setting of my healing gem? Like a Japanese Doraemon.

As Song Xingzi thought, her throat moved, and spiritual power surged, gathering into a gem.

“Ugh—”

A translucent, light-blue gem rolled out from her throat onto the ground. Song Xingzi collapsed weakly onto the wooden floor, picking up the gem.

“No way, it actually worked! It really is a bloodline inheritance. But why don’t I have any memories of the inheritance?”

Song Xingzi touched her faintly aching dantian. The gem felt like it was condensed from her spiritual power. However, Song Xingzi slightly frowned: “This pain… it feels so familiar, just like when I personally dug out my inner core. Impossible. Why would I dig out my own core?”

Steam rose from the medicinal soup. Song Xingzi used her hands to support herself, held onto the screen to stand up, and tossed the gem into the medicinal soup. She then poured out a plump ginseng root and munched on it with a kā kā kā sound, like eating a radish.

“I have to say, the ginseng I got from Little Radish is really good!”

Song Xingzi absorbed the spiritual power, and the feeling of exhaustion subsided a bit. The heat of the medicinal soup had also decreased. It was time for the patient to get into the tub.

To undress, or not to undress? That is the question.

Song Xingzi stood in front of Jì Rúyuè, her brows tightly knitted, looking deeply troubled.

If I undress her, won’t I have to take responsibility for the great demon?

If I don’t undress her, should I throw her in with her dirty clothes?

Song Xingzi stared at Jì Rúyuè’s blood- and dust-stained clothes. She made a decision and reached for the buttons on the other party’s clothes.