My wife is a witch princess

Chapter 2 Lin Xia Li, the Chatting Genius

Song Che scratched Bruce's chin, put away the gold coins, and felt much better.

This extra money should last until next month.

Fortunately, Lin Xiali wasn't there. She clearly doesn't need to eat, yet she can eat a ton of food. If she were there, she would probably have spent all her money in two days.

Previously, the commission money she had worked so hard to earn was either eaten up on credit or taken to buy some strange and wonderful potions. Because the silver-haired witch was hated by the world, she had to run errands herself every time.

So far, the witch has owed more than a thousand gold coins, but has only paid back a thousand copper coins. She can never repay the debt she owes herself in her lifetime!

She's a veritable credit witch.

Song Che took out the key and turned the old iron gate.

creak-

The residential alleyways blend seamlessly with the rustling of the wind.

As the iron gate closed, the noise suddenly receded, and faces under the lights gradually became clear. Inside the shops, most of the people were neighbors having a meal together, talking about everyday matters. Song Che walked unhurriedly toward the second unit.

The familiar voice in his ear put him at ease; it was just the right feeling.

"Let me tell you, when I found out my son spent 648 yuan on in-game purchases, I broke his leg."

"What's that? I'll just break his father's as well."

"Mom, keep your voice down, there are people outside."

"Go to hell, don't call me mom, I'm not your mom."

Song Che smiled slightly and continued walking.

Suddenly, another familiar voice rang out.

"So what exactly is a foreigner?"

"Forget it, I can't explain it to you. I think you're hungry. I'm not stingy, just tell me what you want to eat."

"I...I never borrow money for food; I have a job to earn money."

"You still have work?"

"Yes, accept the bounty for the assassination."

What generation are you from?

The old man didn't react for a moment.

"It's murder."

"kill?!"

"Yeah, killing people everywhere."

"And they're killing everywhere!"

The old man fell silent.

After a moment, the old man took a half step back and said, "Let me tell you, I've practiced kung fu. I can take on two or three people by myself. I can cut my way from Nanhui to Taixi next door without even blinking."

"Don't your eyes get dry if you don't blink?"

pat-

The key fell to the ground from his hand, and Song Che rubbed his eyes.

I'm not sure, I'll think about it some more.

It's so similar, it's uncanny!

Beneath the large magic hat was a cool and aloof face. She had silver hair cascading down her shoulders, wore a tight black bodice with jade-purple cuffs, a gear at her waist, black stockings and a leg ring under her skirt, and held half a broom in her hand.

She was having a pleasant chat with Grandpa Zhang.

The current situation is that Mr. Zhang is completely bewildered by her one-sided conversation.

Lin Xiali kept a cold face and stopped talking, looking like she had killed the conversation.

But only Song Che knew that she was panicking terribly.

Socially inept, she's utterly useless; her evolution is still stuck in the primitive stage.

Conversation is beyond the scope of a witch's knowledge; potions are her only strength. Her language system must be a complete mess right now, like a stroke.

Do you think monkeys and humans can communicate?

Absolutely not!

Song Che touched the still-warm gold coins in his pocket, and then thought about Lin Xia Li's spending speed.

Yes, the police will arrange her meals.

This matter has nothing to do with me.

I can never work for that evil witch again in my life!

He tiptoed around to the side, preparing to sneak away.

"Song Che, no, weren't you dead? I cremated you myself..."

A cool, clear voice rang out, carrying a hint of confirmation.

"I……"

I was wondering why I was a little hot when I was about to die; that's because I was burned before I was completely dead.

"Excuse me, you've mistaken me for someone else."

He turned to leave, but was stopped by Grandpa Zhang.

"Song Che, she just... seemed to have called your name."

"Did you call out?"

"Song Che, why have you become younger? Why doesn't this have any magic?"

She spoke a little more when facing Song Che, but her tone remained cold and flat.

"What magic? After the Republic of China era, they stopped allowing beings to become spirits."

"How do I get back?"

"Go find a policeman, they'll take you home, or find a hilltop during a thunderstorm and raise your magic wand."

Lin Xiali stood with her legs straight, raising a stick to hit Song Che on the head.

When she gets angry, she likes to hit people on the head with her magic wand, from humans to dragons to heroes. Now that she doesn't have her magic wand, she's somehow gotten a tree branch instead.

Snapped--

Song Che slapped it away, sending it flying into the wheel of a bicycle.

Song Che is a slut, Xia Li is an idiot, and the tree branch...it's so embarrassing.

Lin Xiali stood there, her hands empty, stunned. That swift reaction, that familiar disrespect…

He's rebellious to the core, just like that little rascal.

She was certain that the boy in front of her was Song Che, who had used alchemy to regain his youth.

"I've regarded you as my child for nearly a century, but I never imagined you would age before me. I exhausted all my magical potions, yet I couldn't change the outcome..."

We have a contract. Breaking the contract will turn you into a pig rolling in the mud, into a slime being eaten by goblins, or into a crucian carp being braised or steamed.

She tried to threaten him, but Lin Xiali's aggression was so low that Song Che didn't feel insulted at all, but he couldn't let her continue.

I treat you like a witch, but you want to be my mother. Is that reasonable?

I agree, but even my own mother disagrees.

Furthermore... crucian carp cannot be braised and steamed at the same time, you idiot!

"Song Che, and this girl, what are you talking about...?"

Relatives? Nearly a century ago?

Grandpa Zhang was stunned. He recognized both words, but he didn't recognize them when they were applied to Lin Xiali.

Without hesitation, he quickly searched for the phone number of the mental hospital in Nanhui City, but his fingers trembled as he couldn't make out the number.

This girl's illness... is very serious.

Song Che put down Bruce and Celery, turned around, took out money from the oden shop, bought a gluten stick, and stuffed it into Xia Li's mouth. He didn't care if she was treated as mentally ill, but she would implicate him.

When the time comes, will the doctor ask her who her family members are?

Xia Li: Song Che.

Who pays?

Xia Li: Song Che.

Do you have an ID card?

Xia Li: What is that?

The doctor found out I was unregistered, so I went to ask the police.

When he got angry, he hit the other person on the head with his magic wand.

Assaulting a police officer?

They've got guns!

A society governed by the rule of law is not a witch's castle in another world where you can knock someone's head off whenever you want.

"Song Che, hot."

Xia Li's words were mumbled indistinctly.

It's hot, let me blow on it for you?

Song Che ignored her words, put his schoolbag and other belongings next to his bicycle, and tried to calm down Grandpa Zhang's agitated desire to find a mental hospital.

"I'm sorry, but she got her head caught in an elevator when she was little... so she has some issues, and her IQ is only half that of a normal person."

"I can see that, she's quite pitiful."

"She is you..."

"Okay, I admit it, she's my sister. She's a hopeless case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). This girl just loves to talk nonsense and is always causing trouble for humanity."

"Causing trouble for humans?"

Grandpa Zhang didn't quite understand this explanation. He was vaguely aware that the girl was probably his sister, but he had a feeling that Song Che was just playing a fool with him.

That won't do. He just denied having a sister, clearly thinking she was stupid and didn't want to take responsibility.

Even if they're foolish, they're still family.

Taking care of him is troublesome, but it cannot be used as an excuse to abandon him. Song Che, this child... when did he become so immature?

"Is she my biological sister?"

"..."

Seeing Song Che remain silent, Grandpa Zhang gave an awkward smile.

Song Che was afraid that if she continued to argue, something bad would really happen. If Grandpa Zhang called the doctor, she would first hit the doctor with a stick and then say that she wasn't sick, but just like the old lady who liked to hit people.

Even those who aren't sick are now acting like they are.

"Uncle Zhang, if my sister did anything impolite just now, I apologize in advance. I have some things to take care of at home, so I have to go first. I also have to get up early tomorrow."

"Oh, you have something to say? Okay, I won't ask any more questions."

Grandpa Zhang shook his head, sighed a few times, looked at the girl limping, and then looked at the branch stuck in the bicycle wheel.

He had lived most of his life and had seen people who were truly insane and those who were just pretending to be crazy, but this girl was different.

Her eyes were truly clear, yet also truly bewildered. When she talked about killing someone, it was as if she were talking about buying a cabbage, without a trace of malice. It was more like... something in her head had gone wrong.

"His head got caught in an elevator before..." Grandpa Zhang clicked his tongue and nodded to himself. "No wonder, poor kid."

Lin Xiali looked at Song Che without saying a word. When he left, her lips moved, but in the end she didn't say a word. She picked up the branch and silently followed him.

Whether she was alone in a foreign land or in the witch's castle, she only had one acquaintance, Song Che, although this acquaintance didn't treat her very well.

But apart from Song Che, who was rebellious but willing to run errands and clean up messes for her, no one was willing to get close to her.

She limped along, following behind him stubbornly without uttering a sound. She didn't want to be disliked or seen as a nuisance.

This is the truth that Song Che realized a hundred years after her death.