The more so, the more compassion I felt in my heart.
Yu Xiu, acknowledging fate rather than people.
She met a fate of bitter hardship, while Lv Kan was even more pitiful, having been confined to that small coffin for many years.
Once I remove the plague spirits from my body, I will immediately return the transmigration destiny to Lv Kan, and naturally, it will be returned to him.
Before they realized it, the three of them had walked to Mao Yousan's shop.
The shopkeeper across the street, who sold ghosts, was tidying up and closing his shop, and people kept walking out of the street with their heads down.
The Underworld operates at night, and naturally, it needs to close when the sun rises.
Drowsiness caused me to yawn.
Tiredness overcame me, and I yawned. "Let's go to the old teahouse for a bit of rest first, take a nap. After all, one can't keep going 24 hours straight," Laoyinging whispered as a reminder.
Indeed, after such long-continued non-stop work, I felt a slight headache in my head. Laoying looked quite exhausted, not much better than me.
Looking at Yu Xiu again, her complexion had improved significantly, and even the wound on her shoulder seemed less troublesome.
The constitution of this widow is extremely special.
We walked all the way to the old teahouse, went up to the second floor, and sat in the usual seat.
Laoying ordered the usual chrysanthemum tea and some snacks that I couldn't name.
After the dishes arrived, they were more like offerings for ancestral worship than what one would normally eat. However, Yu Xiu ate them as if they were sweet and savory.
I didn't have much of an appetite and just ate a few bites, drank some tea, and then lay down on the table to sleep.
This nap was longer than I expected, but it was probably because the Underworld is quite safe. I know that no one would dare to cause trouble here.
When I woke up, the central stage below was in full swing with the opera performance.
Yu Xiu's hollow eyes kept staring at the performance below, while Laoying leaned against the chair and slept as sweetly as Yu Xiu.
Lao Gong's night pot was placed right in the center of the table.
He tried to lift his head with effort, and his eyes looked down to watch the performance.
I yawned again and my mind finally became clearer.
"Old Gong, Laoying is awake. Tell her not to move around, and I'll be right back," I whispered.
"Ah, alright," Old Gong nodded repeatedly, his attention fully on the opera as if he hadn't been listening to me at all.
However, Old Gong always seems like an unreliable person on the surface, but is actually very reliable. So I stood up and walked down to the ground floor.
After leaving the old teahouse, I walked out of this street.
It was likely morning outside, so the Underworld was mostly empty with many shop doors closed.
I walked to the southeast corner and entered that street, eventually stopping in front of a two-story wooden building with a similar structure to the old teahouse.
At this time, even the door of Xiuyang Residence was closed.
The walls on either side of the door were covered with paper.
Some of the paper had been re-taped, and the information was different.
The most prominent position had a notice about capturing the twenty-eight jail prisoners and news about the Five Herbs of Yi Juyu Mountain.
Another notice I could clearly remember was about the Corpse Cultivation in the Eastern Suburb of Jinyang and the exchange of Yanshan White Glue for these kinds of drugs.
The notice was gone, replaced by another event.
"In the Qijia Village prison in the old city, the heart meat from the Meat Forest can be exchanged for objects with Xiuyang Residence."
My eyelids twitched slightly, and my heart felt a slight tremble. The Xiuyang Residence is indeed not simple, and it's either the twenty-eight prisoners in the prison or the core of the core of the most dangerous place.
The Corpse Forest and Meat Forest in Qijia Village, where Han Zhaizi almost got caught, I'm not even sure how they managed to get out.
I carefully read through all the papers, but I was actually looking for a notice related to corpse dissection and the underworld lord. However, I didn't see any related words at all.
I gave up and looked back at the opposite wine shop.
In front of the door, there were a few large empty cauldrons that were very cold and the characters for "wine" were rough. On the old-fashioned counter with a display of neatly arranged small wine barrels.
The empty wine shop had no customers, and the few tables were scattered and lonely.
Taking a deep breath, I walked directly into the wine shop.
There was no need to bring Laoying along, the reason was simple.
I had met the current Xiuyang Residence scholar. This person was not easy to deal with, very mysterious and ominous.
Now that I have to deal with the Xiuyang Residence, I must be careful and cautious.
Stepping into the shop, my eyes immediately fell on a tall man sleeping over the counter at the back.
Last time, Feangai invited me to drink tea and talk, and he pressed my shoulder, making it hard for me to resist.
Even after this long time, my strength has barely improved and I am still not his opponent…
The upper limit of the transmigration destiny is too low, which also limits me…
Knocking on the counter twice, the tall man sitting behind it stirred awake. He looked up at me with a slightly dumbfounded expression, shook his head, and finally his eyes seemed clear.
"Luo Jia young master?" He spoke with a slightly naive tone.
Having met again, this big guy didn't make me feel uncomfortable but rather gave me a sense of being physically strong and simple-minded.
"I want to see your master," I said in a low voice.
"Uh..." The big guy stood up slowly, then said "Oh" again. He walked out from behind the counter and headed towards the other side.
As I watched him leave the wine shop, I furrowed my brow and sat down at the table where I had sat with Feiang before.
The sound of a few knocks followed, it was the big guy knocking on the wood door opposite.
The door opened quickly, but no one was visible inside. Instead, an annoyed voice was heard: "Stubborn donkey, aren't you supposed to be sleeping during the day? Get down into your wine barrel!"
There was a dull creaking sound, and the big guy forcefully squeezed through the wooden door. I could even hear an "Oh oi" inside as he called out my name.
My face turned unnatural as the big guy's size was too large for the Xiuyang Residence's door, which was indeed a bit small.
A few minutes later, several people pushed the big guy out together.
He stood there, motionless, at the door.
Two slender, steward-looking men appeared at the door, pacing back and forth and occasionally glancing at the crushed wooden door, stamping their feet in frustration.
After another ten minutes, one person walked out.
He was about forty years old, with a clean-shaven face, slightly long cheeks, a straight nose bridge, a deep philtrum, and particularly gentle eyes.
The black cloth robe made him look extremely simple, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, and the whole person exuded a sense of humility and calm.
The big guy said with a simple tone, "Mr. Luo wants to see you."
Feangai looked in the direction of the wine shop. I stood up and nodded in greeting.
He walked in slowly and took a seat in front of me.
I sat down again, and at this moment, the big guy brought over two bowls and a jar, pouring two bowls of it in front of me, gurgling sound.
"Thank you, I don't drink," I said awkwardly.
The big guy seemed not to hear me and stood there, motionless.
Feangai didn't say anything, just looked at me thoughtfully, as if waiting for me to speak.
I also didn't say anything, kept calm, and looked at him.
"Did you come to see me suddenly just to look at me?" Feangai suddenly smiled and said, "I haven't slept enough, and I feel a bit drowsy. I'll go back and rest for a while."
After speaking, Feangai was about to stand up.
