For the first time in so many days, Ling Huan left the cage that had imprisoned her.
She couldn't believe that she left so easily. The young master took his word seriously and led her out of the room without any restraint. He even walked in front of her. She hesitated at first and stood there blankly.
At the door, he looked around hesitantly. The young man took a few steps, turned back, and asked her why she didn't follow her.
"Uh, you're just... walking in front?"
"How would you know where the bathroom is if I don't take you with me?"
Ling Huan nodded blankly and followed blankly. She couldn't believe that she could leave the cage so easily. However, she didn't feel free at all, and she couldn't explain why. That man treated her like this.
Don't worry, aren't you afraid of her suddenly running away? Although Ye Lingquan has been alone for a long time, he has not become stupid yet and knows that he should not take risks. If he dares to do this, there must be a way to deal with him, not to mention that he is more familiar with everything here.
The corridor was very long and narrow, with walls on one side and rooms on the other. Everywhere was clean and spotless, even though she had never heard anyone cleaning it for so many days. But as soon as she thought of this, she noticed someone holding a bag in front of her.
Sweeping the floor with a broom. The young master passed by the servant and listened for a moment.
She paused for a while and took a peek. She unexpectedly discovered that the hands of the "man" holding the broom were no different from the claws of birds, and he was wearing simple human clothes. Except for his claws, his exposed limbs were all
It can reflect weak light and is much smoother than human skin.
After scanning here, it straightened up, but it had no face. Lingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly followed the footsteps of the young master. She thought to herself, maybe it was because of the barrier that she couldn't listen.
Are you aware of what's going on outside?
"What's wrong?" The young master looked at her and asked in confusion as he hurriedly followed her. But when he saw her pale face due to fright, he roughly guessed what happened. "Ah, are you talking about it? The servant here
They are all like this. If you are afraid, I will come and contact them later."
Ye Lingquan was speechless for a moment, but she just followed him closer. Regardless of whether this person was good or evil, he looked like a normal person after all. Along the way, she was still a bit cautious and quietly observed around. She finally saw him
I went to a window, but didn't open it. The air here is not muddy
There should be someone ventilating the air regularly, but not now. The windows are made of paper, not high-end transparent clouds. Only white light can be seen from outside. It should be daytime, but she was sleeping just now. Look
My sense of time has become completely blurred.
In fact, Ling Huan didn't walk very long, but because it was a strange place, she felt that she followed the young master and made many detours. On the way, someone handed clothes from the side room, and Ling Huan recognized them at a glance.
.It’s just that the hand holding her clothes is obviously a pair of claws. However, the young master does what he says.
When she arrived, she did not let her have direct contact with the servant. Instead, she took the clothes for her and handed them to her. When she walked to a relatively empty place, she saw a room without a door, but half a leaf hanging on it.
The door curtain. The two of them were waiting here. She didn't know what they were doing, but she could hear the sound of water in the room.
"Excuse me..." After a long time, she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Ah, the water is still being added inside, please be patient."
"Okay..." After a while, two servants who looked exactly the same carried a big basin and walked out of the house. Even though he was mentally prepared, Ling Huan was still startled when he saw them again. Then, the young master said
He led her in. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a long screen with drawings of rolling waves and distant mountains. Although it was very flat, it was also very vivid, and it seemed to be a style from the Eastern Kingdom.
wait
She walked around the screen and found that the space was very large, even larger than she had imagined. There was a spacious wooden basin, which was far away from the screen. Inside the basin was half a tank of warm water that had been adjusted. The water was steaming.
There were also light yellow petals floating, maybe because of the light from the candle lamp. It smelled like gardenia and jasmine, and she couldn't tell them apart. There was an exquisite wooden shelf next to the bathtub, which should be used to store clothes.
.
The young master just consciously stayed behind the screen and did not get closer. Ling Huan was a little cautious and did not move for a long time. The young master seemed to have guessed something and walked to the door on his own initiative. Although there was a distance, Ling Huan could still see through the screen.
He saw his blurry shadow. He leaned against the door, waiting boredly. After all, he was just a hostage, and it was natural that he should be monitored.
The monotonous sound of water resounded in the spacious space, and even echoes could be heard. Curled up in the bathtub, Ling Hu sorted out the information he saw when he came - the servants were only shikigami, and the interior of this building was large, and there were no people along the way.
When you see the stairs, they may be on the ground floor. Except for the young master who has been very kind so far, it seems that there is no one else here.
.The doors and windows are tightly closed, and ventilation should be provided regularly. The most important thing is that there are very few windows here...could it be said that this is the kind of place specially built for high-level prisoners? It is not impossible. In this case, security must be strictly guarded.
Ling Huan realized desperately that the information she had learned was pitiful, and there was no hope of escaping.
She soaked half of her face in the water, and her breath turned into gurgling bubbles, rising from the water. She raised her right arm and made a splash, showing the same pale gray hand as before, even under the warm candlelight.
Also lifeless.
The melodious sound of the flute came from outside the bathroom.
She looked over and saw that the young man raised the instrument on his waist and played it gently to his mouth. He played so beautifully that Ling Huan felt that his body and mind were relaxed. After the song ended, Ling Huan couldn't help but
ask:
"What kind of music is this? I've never heard it before."
"I created it myself," the young man smiled and turned the instrument, "What's your opinion, girl?"
"It sounds pretty good."
"As long as the girl likes it."
"Hmm...is this a flute?"
"Well, it should be called a chi. Just think of it as a flute. This flute is very magical and can also be used as a flute. It's just that I prefer the chi. That's what it is now."
Ling Huan felt puzzled. Because one blows horizontally and the other blows vertically. Although there are holes on the sides, the internal structures are different after all. How can they be used interchangeably? At this time, her head suddenly felt a small stab.
It hurt. It seemed that some memory was about to emerge, but in the end I didn’t remember it.
Come on. She was a little concerned. What was it? But it had been so long and she really couldn't remember it. Maybe it had something to do with the musical instrument. The only memory she could recall after racking her brains was her own xun.
.But now, the only thing left to think about is in Wuyonglan's hands.
"Ah, don't you have a xun?" The young master suddenly asked her, "You must also be proficient in music theory."
"No... I only know a little bit about musical instruments and singing. My cousin is better."
"Cousin? Not my biological sister?"
"I do have a biological sister...but they are much older than me and we can't talk to each other. I am closer to my cousin."
"I see." The young master was silent for a while and then said, "I have an older brother who grew up with me. However, we two brothers are not related by blood."
"Sounds like you have a good relationship?"
"Well, that's right. Although he is just a little bit older than me, he always protects me like a biological brother."
"Oh, so is my cousin."
There was probably no need for him to lie to himself in this regard. This conversation made Ling Huan feel more peaceful. They talked about other things for a while, which was nothing more than the fact that they were just friends and seemed to be friends. However, Ling Huan never took it lightly. She knew
, I have to establish a good relationship with this person first, so that at least I can avoid a lot of trouble, and it may be useful in the future.
If I... still have a future.
Of course she wanted to ask, what was the purpose of being placed here? She knew very well that Wuyonglan seemed to have taken a fancy to her special power. However, a lot of this power was probably her own inherent part, at least
This is what Gui Haishi meant. She has been thinking about these things for many days, but in the end she didn't think about them in detail... because the more she thought about it, the more she became afraid.
Now that the matter has come to this, it’s better to ask directly.
"Um -" she said tentatively, "when can I go out?"
"Go out?" Young Master asked, "Where do you want to go?"
"At once……"
She instinctively wanted to say these two words: go home. But as soon as she opened her mouth, her throat felt like it was blocked, and it was unbearably sour. She immediately swallowed, adjusted her tone, and said again: "Just, at least go out for a walk."
.It’s too stuffy here…”
"Ah... I can understand. Sorry, this matter is not my decision. Alan seems to want to take the power of your right arm as his own. He calls it the 'ghost hand'. There is an ambition
In the strange novel, the protagonist lost his arm, but got a pair of magical ghost hands. The ghost hands could take down the things in the painting and turn them into real things, so that he would have food and clothing for the rest of his life. He also used this to make money by performing arts.
Play tricks on the rich officials and gentry, and go to help the poor."
"Oh - I remember, I heard it. But there seem to be many different versions. The one I heard the most is that he finally married a princess, became the consort, and hid the secret of the ghost hand forever.
"
After saying that, Ling Huan raised her arm and looked at it again. Why didn't she think of this story before? Maybe there was too much difference between the two. But when this young master mentioned it, she still seemed to have some impression.
"Yeah. But the name Ghost Hand didn't come from nothing. Otherwise, if you think about it, why not call it God Hand?"
"Yes, yes. I also remember that I heard about a story that ended badly. It was said that the ghost hand was the hand of a girl. After he married the princess, the ghost hand became jealous and strangled the princess to death after the wedding...
…He himself was beheaded by the angry king.”
"Yes. However, there are many other explanations."
