Jiho picked up the box after wiping the surface, a frown came to her face as she rubbed the box with a cloth , after cleaning the dust completely.
Jiho traced her fingers on the box's uneven surface. As she looked closely, she found the design of intricately carved roses, their petals intertwined in a delicate dance across the surface, making the box more authentic.
'How can a normal farmer family have such a noble box?' A surprised expression formed on Jiho's face as she looked at the box in her hand.
"Hmm, looks like this family is not as simple as I thought," a smirk formed on Jiho's face as she unlocked the box.
"What?" Jiho looked at the box again and closed it after a second. Later, she opened it again.
"I... I've become rich!" Jiho shouted as she went on her knees. In her hands was an opened wooden box filled with jewelry and a diary with some silver notes.
After Jiho calmed down, she looked at the box with suspicion. "Anyway, there's more than ten thousand silver notes. How can that be possible?"
From the original owner's memory, she discovered that her mother was a hunter, while her father was an orphan slave brought by her mother from a slave trader.
It seemed improbable for them to have so much money. Five silver coins were enough for a family to live for half a year without worry, so this amount.....
As she stretched her hand to touch the diary, a shout interrupted her.
"Jiho, you bitch, come out!"
Hearing the shout, Jiho was a bit surprised. She hastily put the money back in the box and closed it after putting the box in its usual place. Jiho came out to take a look.
"Who?"
As Jiho came out of her room, she saw a fat woman and a young man standing there. 'Here comes new trouble,' Jiho rubbed her head as she recognized the person.
"Hello, Aunt Cheng. I didn't know you were in such a hurry to return my money," Jiho smiled mockingly as she approached the courtyard.
"Pei, you bitch! How dare you ask money from us?" Aunt Cheng, who looked at Jiho coming out, became more furious and rushed toward her, raising her hand to slap Jiho. However, her hand was grabbed midway.
"You... you." Aunt Cheng was dumbfounded as she looked at Jiho, who was still smiling a while ago but now had a cold expression.
In this village, the Cheng family was the richest, and people always tried to please them no matter who it was. Aunt Cheng, who married Uncle Cheng despite him being a man, and after she gave birth to sons for Uncle Cheng, people always tried to curry favor with her, but this...
"What, me?" Jiho had a smile on her face, but her expression had already become cold as she looked at Aunt Cheng with amusement.
Crack!
"Ahhh, it hurts, you bitch. Let me go!" Aunt Cheng screamed as Jiho tightened her grip, making a cracking sound.
'How can this moron suddenly become so powerful?' Aunt Cheng's eyes turned red, and tears started to drip from her eyes as she tried to release her hand but was unsuccessful. She looked at her second son painfully.
Seeing his mother's pained expression, he ran toward Jiho and grabbed her hand tightly, trying to open her fingers to release his mother.
"You bitch, let my mother go!" Even after trying for a while, he wasn't able to remove his mother's hand from Jiho's grip.
As he raised his other hand to hit her, Jiho, whose wrist was clutched harshly, snapped, leaving Aunt Cheng and flinging out her right hand to dodge his fist. She picked up a bamboo stick from the floor and hit him above the ankle.
"Ahhh!" With a loud scream, he fell to his knees. Soon, Jiho hit his waist and then his back, making him fall completely to the ground.
"Ahh, my Xiao Cheng! You bitch, let him go!" Aunt Cheng, who looked at her previous son's condition, shouted and tried to rush toward Jiho to push her. Seeing her coming, Jiho took a step aside to dodge as Aunt Cheng fell on the ground. Jiho struck her shoulder with the bamboo stick, making both mother and son lie on the ground.
"Ahh, you bitch, let me..." Before Aunt Cheng could finish, Jiho hit her again.
"What a foul mouth. Let me help you clean it." Jiho hit her with the bamboo stick without stopping.
...
After five minutes, Jiho clapped her hands, dusted off her clothes, and threw the broken stick aside.
"Aaaaah, I am so tired," Jiho stretched her arms in the air as she yawned.
'Wow, how hardworking of you,' the two rolled-up meats looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. Jiho, who saw their expression, smiled.
"Now, are you going by yourselves or need more service?" Seeing Jiho smile, the mother and son duo started to tremble, and a tear formed in their eyes.
"No... no, we're going." They stood up and ran toward the village at the fastest speed.
Bang!
As the mother fell, she stood up and started to run even faster, looking as if the God of Death was behind her.
"Hehehe," Jiho turned around as she heard someone giggle.
"Who?"
This time Jiho was sure that she felt it clearly. As she ran toward the person hiding behind a tree, she saw a figure completely covered in a blue ninja-like dress, more like an assassin. Seeing Jiho, a shine formed in the figure's eyes.
"Stop right there."
As Jiho was chasing after the figure, it stopped in front of the river and looked back at Jiho, who was still following. Soon, a big bamboo stick flew toward Jiho, but she dodged it, and the person in the shadow was lost.
"Tsk..."
As Jiho looked at the footprints, which were much lighter than hers, a frown formed on her face. "A martial artist?"
'Who might it be? And why are they following me?'