There was an underground passage in the teahouse, and a row of candles hung on each wall. Two shadows were reflected on the uneven earth walls as they moved forward at a moderate pace.

Stopping, the scholar pushed open the door at the end of the passage. A gust of cold air hit him in the face. Zhanxi looked on helplessly as a skeletal hand rushed out from the darkness and strangled the scholar's neck with an unimaginable strength.

The sound of dislocated bones made the passage even more treacherous. The fellow behind the door released his grip, and the scholar's head tilted to the side as his body fell heavily to the ground.

Zhanxi kicked away the corpse in front of her. Her expression didn't change as she smiled at the owner of the skeletal hand and said, "There's something I want to ask.

If you don't agree, I'll kill you first, and then blow this place up. "

The skeletal hand seemed to hesitate for a moment before opening the door.

Zhanxi walked in, her face hidden in the darkness.

She closed the door behind her. She didn't care about the smell of rotting flesh in the room, and pressed a lighter to light the candles.

The hazy light illuminated the pile of bones in the corner. The face of the corpse on the bones was covered with wriggling maggots, but the limbs were brand new.

Zhanxi pointed at the corpse and sighed, "Did you peel off her face?

You old pervert. "

As soon as she finished speaking, the skeletal hand suddenly touched her face.

She raised her hand and pulled off the hand along with the arm, only to discover that half of the arm was flesh and the other half had turned into white bone.

Zhanxi looked at the young face and said expressionlessly, "Looks like you're not an old pervert, but an old demon."

*

Four hours later, Jin Ling carried the white rabbit he had just caught to Kim Kwang-yao. Lan Sizhui and Lan Jing Yi each carried two.

After waiting in the courtyard for almost an hour, Lan Xichen and Kim Kwang-yao finally came out of the Orchid Room.

Jin GuangYao couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Jin Ling seemed to have rolled around in the grass twice and his face and body were dirty. He walked over to Jin Ling and threw away the grass on his head. "Did Ling catch a rabbit?"

When Jin Ling saw Kim Kwang-yao, he hurriedly stood up and raised the white rabbits in his hands, saying, "Little Uncle, can I bring them home?"

He had a big smile on his face, and his amber eyes were shining like stars.

Kim Kwang-yao naturally wouldn't refuse his nephew's request. He nodded and rubbed Jin Ling 'head, saying, "I'll talk with Jiang Zongzhu.

Bring them back to Lotus Pier and take care of them, don't let your uncle throw them away again. "

"Uncle, uncle, why does uncle hate rabbits?"

On the way back, Jin Ling hugged two bundles of snowballs and asked. The other three bundles lay at his feet like big marshmallows.

Kim Kwang-yao bent down and picked up a rabbit. The two bundles, who were disturbed, pricked up their ears, rolled their round bodies, and continued to hug each other.

Kim Kwang-yao looked down at the rabbit's red eyes and smiled, saying, "Little Uncle isn't very clear about this matter.

Have you asked your uncle? "

"Ai!

Uncle didn't tell me! "

Jin Ling complained, pouting his lips in dissatisfaction, "Uncle didn't say anything and just threw away all the rabbits I brought to Lotus Pier!"

"Maybe it's because the person your uncle especially hates just happens to like rabbits."

Kim Kwang-yao said with kindness and sharpness. His pupils burst into flames, gentle yet threatening, "Sometimes, hate can even affect the things the other person likes."

Jin Ling was confused, but he felt that it made sense. He nodded and lowered his head to play with the rabbits, muttering, "Uncle seems to have a lot of people he hates, but I've never seen him like anyone."

Kim Kwang-yao wanted to say, "Jiang Zongzhu likes you the most," but he forcibly suppressed it in his heart and blocked it with a smile.

The cabin fell into silence. This was a relatively peaceful tranquility. The rosy colors of the multicolored sunlight extended from the deck, perfectly ironing the two people's golden robes.

Kim Kwang-yao picked up the teacup on the table and sniffed the tea. Just as his lips were about to touch the edge of the teacup, he suddenly paused. He looked at Jin Ling, who was happily playing with the rabbits, and pretended to ask casually, "Oh right, Ah Ling, how has Miss Chan been recently?"

"Zhanxi?

Zhanxi hasn't come back yet. I don't know why she's staying in Gusu. It's been more than a month! "Jin Ling lifted the little white rabbit up high and put it back on his lap." Little Uncle. "

He raised his little face and looked at Kim Kwang-yao's always smiling eyes. "Do you think Zhanxi will stay in Gusu and not come back? Will she ignore me?"

Kim Kwang-yao patted his head gently and comforted him. "How can that be? Miss Chan is not an irresponsible person."

"Responsible?

Responsible for what? "

"Responsible for Ah Ling!"

Kim Kwang-yao said and laughed loudly. Little did he know that his laughter had indirectly led his nephew's thoughts completely astray.

*

Zhanxi held the door and was silent for a long time.

It was only when the sunlight was gradually covered by the dark blue night sky and a few stars appeared that she felt better that she straightened her body and walked into the restaurant.

Since she never left any corpse behind when she killed people, she was not immune to rotten flesh covered with white maggots. The group of corpses she saw just now had made her feel disgusted.

This was the so-called "pretentious in front of others, but miserable behind others".

She took a deep breath and thought, "Fortunately, I've already gotten used to it. Otherwise, I would have lost all my face."

"Hey, boss, give me five jars of wine."

"Got it!"

Zhanxi found an empty seat and sat down. She suddenly knocked her forehead on the table and lowered her head in silence. She took out two pieces of silver from her pocket and put it on the table.

The waiter brought five jars of wine over. She raised her head and looked at the red caltrop paper on the jars tiredly. She asked in confusion, "Tian Zi Xiao?"

He repeated the three words again, and his eyes immediately lit up.

She had long heard that Gusu City's Tian Zi Xiao was famous. It was really fortunate that she had the chance to taste it today.

If it wasn't for the fact that she hadn't touched a single drop of wine for the past few days to recuperate, she would have drunk several large jars of wine.

"Ah, it's all that damned old woman's fault. I'm so angry.

I don't even know how many bullets I've spent. "

After soaking in Gusu City for nearly two months and returning to Yunmeng, Zhanxi was once again troubled by the birthmark on Sunset Glow's face.

After a few more days, the human skin trade and skin-changing trade outside Gusu City shook the entire Immortal World.

However, at this time, the GusuLan Sect had wiped out all the people involved in the trade. Even the people on the sidelines weren't spared.

Zhanxi was too lazy to care about these trivial matters. She peacefully drank at home to pass the time. Then, when midsummer arrived, Jin Ling appeared angrily.

She almost rolled off the chair. She wiped the wine stain on the corner of her mouth and said, "Ah Ling, what's the matter?"

"You-!

Is Tian Zi Xiao more important than me?! "Jin Ling accused her in a childish voice.

Zhanxi squatted in front of him and couldn't help but raise her hand to rub his neatly combed bangs. She smiled and said, "Of course, not as important as Ah Ling!"

# You may not believe me, but I almost spilled the beans. #

"Then why didn't you come back for so long?"

"Because I had something to deal with. I had to remove the birthmark on Sister Sunset Glow's face."

"Why?"

"Probably because removing the birthmark will make you prettier," Zhanxi pinched Jin Ling's face and asked, "Tuan Zi, do you want a hug?"

"No, no!"

Zhanxi happily picked him up and turned into the house. She said, "Let's play games today.

But, where's your uncle? "

"He went to the Golden Scale Platform to attend the conference."

"Why didn't you go home?"

"My uncle asked me to come here. He always says that I have a temper."

"Why?"