HRPM – Chapter 328 A Dark and Windy Night for Murder

Before setting out, Jin Luoluo made a quick trip home. She climbed over the wall and retrieved a few essential items for self-defense.

Sitting inside the carriage, she lifted the curtain and gazed at the dark, desolate mountains outside the city.

There was no moonlight. The surroundings were deathly silent, with eerie shadows looming everywhere. Every now and then, the howls of wolves and other wild beasts echoed through the mountains, making the atmosphere all the more chilling.

“A pitch-black night with a howling wind—the perfect night for murder. The scenery, the mood, the atmosphere… hahaha~~”

Jin Luoluo let out a sinister cackle.

The soldiers riding outside the carriage suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

The mountain bandits weren’t the frightening ones.

The truly frightening person was this young lady who had tagged along just to watch the excitement.

What was supposed to be a serious and perilous bandit-extermination mission somehow felt more like a game after her antics.

“Luoluo, are you telling a deadpan joke?”

Xiao Luo looked up from the map he was studying under the lamplight, wearing an expression somewhere between laughter and exasperation.

“Speaking of deadpan jokes, it reminds me of your disappointing nephew, Xiao Che. Do you know how nonexistent his sense of humor is? He’s practically the least humorous person on earth. I told him the greatest deadpan joke in history, and he didn’t even change his expression. I honestly felt sorry for him!”

Jin Luoluo recalled how she had once tried so hard to cheer up that jinx with a joke, yet he hadn’t even twitched the corners of his mouth. It was truly a disgrace to the world of comedy.

“Oh? And what is this greatest deadpan joke in history?”

Using a vermilion brush, Xiao Luo marked a position on the map, deciding to launch a surprise attack through the most treacherous part of the terrain.

The soldiers riding alongside the carriage were bored out of their minds. One after another, they pricked up their ears, curious to hear what outrageous thing this young lady was about to say.

“All right, listen carefully. I guarantee it’ll chill you to the bone.”

Jin Luoluo cleared her throat.

“Once upon a time, there was a swordsman. His sword was cold, his gaze was cold, and his heart was even colder. In the end…”

“…he froze to death.”

Silence fell outside the carriage.

A cold gust of wind swept past, and even the burly soldiers suddenly felt cold.

Miss Jin’s joke really was too cold.

It was so painfully corny that they were left completely speechless. They wanted to laugh but couldn’t, and holding it in was torture.

“…”

Xiao Luo’s brush suddenly stopped in the middle of the map.

For some reason, Jin Luoluo’s joke felt strangely familiar.

A fragmented flash of white light suddenly flickered through his mind. Vague silhouettes drifted before his eyes, accompanied by indistinct voices echoing from somewhere far away.