Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 43 Master, Save Me

The female thief in black got up, rubbed her wrist, and glared at Yun Luobai. Feeling guilty, she didn't have time to think too much. She turned around, quickly walked to the table, blew out the candle, and slunk away.

She could have done better, for example, by using her thieving skills to reach through the crack in the door and restore the latch inside, even after she had left, but she didn't.

The moment she stepped out of the house, the bright moonlight fell on her. She looked up at the moon and suddenly realized that Yun Luobai had been pretending to be asleep.

She noticed her heart pounding wildly, so she reached out and gently touched her chest, trying to banish the scene from her mind.

Not only did I not get what I was supposed to get, but I was also tricked. Anyone would be angry in that situation.

She removed the black cloth covering her face, now gritting her teeth in anger.

"I'll go back and tell my mother to cut off your hand!"

She took a few steps toward the room opposite, but then stopped.

"Never mind, she'll definitely ask me why I didn't do it myself..."

Her expression showed a hint of helplessness, and the blush on her cheeks had not yet faded.

"You look like a weak scholar. I'm not one to bully the weak, so I won't bother with you, hmph..."

As the sound of the door opening and closing echoed, the secluded courtyard returned to its usual tranquility at night.

But Yun Luobai's room was lit up again.

The scene shifts, and Yun Luobai is now standing in the room, having relit the candle that the black-clad female thief had blown out.

He reached up and stroked his chin, a rare look of confusion on his face.

"What is she looking for? What good thing do I have that she would covet?"

Yun Luobai looked around at the area that the female thief had just searched, walked around the room a few times, and suddenly thought of something. He then quickly went to the bedside and pulled out a blue-covered book from under the pillow.

"Could it be because of this?"

Yun Luobai couldn't help but gasp.

"Do you enjoy snooping on other people's privacy?"

He reached out and opened the book in his hands, taking in the lines of elegant writing by the candlelight.

His expression suddenly turned extremely cold.

He then thought about the reason for his existence.

There was another person who was not asleep in this vast mansion.

Besides the two of them, the other person was naturally Yun Ping, Yun Luobai's adoptive father.

Yunping, Yunluobai, and Yezi did not live together.

Yunping lived in the main house, which was the place where the head of a large family usually lived.

As the evening breeze grew colder, Yunping, unable to fall asleep, stood alone in the courtyard.

He was still dressed as a prison guard, with a sword at his waist, and anyone who saw him would affectionately call him Prison Chief Yun.

Unlike constables, prison guards always draw their swords when arresting prisoners, while prison guards' swords are more like decorations and never have the opportunity to be drawn in public.

That very night, Yunping drew his sword.

He gripped the knife in his right hand, and with each turn and movement, the blade moved at will, its sharp edge slicing through the air with a series of crisp sounds.

His swordsmanship was extremely fast yet not heavy. The goose feather blade in his hand seemed to have a spirit, arising from the swordsmanship and stirring up layers of imperceptible ethereal sword waves until they swept into the depths of the night sky.

Such skill would leave anyone speechless; it is definitely not the kind of martial arts prowess that a jailer, the head of the prison guards, should possess.

After executing a set of sword techniques with effortless grace, Yun Ping brought two fingers together and stroked the blade, the cold glint of the weapon reflecting in his deep, dark eyes.

At this moment, he was restless and unable to make up his mind.

Many others couldn't sleep that night, and Ma Ben was one of them.

From other people's perspectives, he was a distant relative of the prefect, who entered the yamen prison as a jailer through back channels, but that was hardly a skill.

Becoming a jailer in a government office is not an insurmountable task, let alone being only a lowly jailer despite having connections with the prefect. This shows that the kinship between the two is not particularly close.

Ma Ben knew better than anyone that if he continued to drift through life as a jailer in prison, he might never achieve anything significant in his entire life.

But he had to go to the yamen jail. In fact, he could have given more gifts at first and probably even won a position as a constable. No one knew that he had actually earned his position as a jailer.

He went to prison to steal Yunping's position as prison warden.

Stars hang low over the vast plains, the night is desolate.

Under the cover of night, Ma Ben hurriedly pushed open the gate of a dilapidated City God Temple located on the outskirts of the city. Due to years of disrepair, the already rotten temple gate collapsed to the ground with a crash, accompanied by white spider webs that stretched out.

He could have entered by turning sideways; that's how he used to come in.

This time, however, he was so preoccupied that he couldn't think straight.

When Ma Ben strode into the dilapidated temple, he did not see anyone inside.

A small patch of night sky was seen through the hole in the roof above, and moonlight poured down from it, sprinkling onto the ground covered with withered grass.

Beside the pile of dry grass were burnt charcoal, and in a shady corner were two crooked, broken porcelain bowls, making it easy to imagine what kind of pitiful people had lived here for a short time.

Ma Ben frowned, pursed his lips, and remained silent, feeling restless and uneasy. Just then, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"What, you managed to snatch that jailer's position from that guy surnamed Yun?"

Ma Ben immediately turned around and saw a fat, bald monk stepping over the threshold toward him.

The monk looked to be no more than thirty years old, with small but bright eyes.

The phrase "kind-faced and benevolent," usually used to describe old monks, doesn't seem out of place at all when applied to the smile on his honest face.

Monks are all bald. The term "bald monk" can only be used to describe monks who have a shallow hairline on the top of their heads but no hair.

He was dressed in a light blue monk's robe and held a string of prayer beads in his hand. Anyone who saw him at that moment would have to respectfully call him Master.

Upon seeing him, Ma Ben felt as if he had seen a savior. His already urgent and pressing situation became even more chaotic at this moment.

"Master, save me!"

He spoke excitedly, his lips trembling slightly.

Inside the dilapidated temple, a fat monk and a thin monk stood facing each other. The fat monk was clearly unaware of what had happened to Ma Ben.

"What's wrong? Why do you look like you're about to die?"

The fat monk walked leisurely to Ma Ben, only squinting at him with a smile.

The bright moonlight seeped through the hole in the roof above, and the fat, big-eared monk's smile looked quite eerie.

"I... I've been exposed for murder. A constable named Ning Qi came to see me today. Although he didn't say it outright, I feel he must know... If I go to jail for murder, I won't be able to compete with Yun Ping for the position of jailer. That's why I released the carrier pigeon that the master gave me, begging the master to save my life..."

The monk clearly knew that Ma Ben had killed someone before, so he was not surprised to hear this.

"Didn't you say no one saw it at the time?"

"Yes, that's why the authorities have been unable to solve this murder case. I don't know how it suddenly got exposed..."

Ma Ben frowned, gritted his teeth, and stomped his foot angrily.

He couldn't understand it either. Could it be that someone really saw him fleeing the crime scene through the window?