Yinyin shrunk her neck and said, "Yes, this servant followed behind that wild man and saw that he lived in a woodshed. There were only a few wooden railings nailed to the windows, so there was no ventilation. The environment inside was cold in winter and hot in summer. The lighting wasn't good either. It was already dark during the day, let alone at night. The ground was in a mess, and the atmosphere was so gloomy that it was almost suffocating.
Yinyin said with a trembling voice, "Niang niang, this servant feels that this place isn't clean. I think … I think we should go back. Otherwise … I'm afraid we'll really run into a ghost …"
Zheng Ying rebuked, "How could there be a ghost? Only with suspicion can there be a ghost! This consort has never killed or set fires, nor has she ever offended a dead person. What is there to be afraid of? Even if there really are ghosts lingering in the Snow Song Palace, they're still ghosts that were killed by Shen Shiyun. If we let her go down to the eighteenth layer of hell, we'll be doing these ghosts a great favor. They shouldn't harm us. On the contrary, they should bless us with victory. " Although she was comforting Yinyin, she was actually comforting herself. Her eyes swept around, starting from the fireplace in the corner. Her line of sight shifted from left to right. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain coming from her wrist, as if a sharp blade had cut her arm open. She struggled a few times, but was unable to free herself. Her heart suddenly sank. She immediately thought that she had been bitten by a ghost. She opened her mouth to call for help, but just as the sound emerged from her throat, she forcefully suppressed it. She thought to herself, "Could there really be a malicious ghost causing mischief? Being eaten by it is a small matter, but if I call out and alarm Shen Shiyun, I'll lose face in front of her. " She clenched her teeth and looked at her forearm. At this time, her eyes had slightly adapted to her surroundings. She vaguely saw that Yinyin was strangling her wrist, her nails digging deep into her flesh.
Zheng Ying was both scared and relieved. She used her other hand to twist Yinyin's ear and shouted, "Damned girl, what are you doing!? You're offending your superior. Do you want to strangle this consort to death? Let go of me! " Yinyin trembled as she stretched out a finger and pointed forward, and then she said with a trembling voice, "I … I saw it. That, could that be a will-o '-the-wisp?"
Zheng Ying looked around and sure enough, she saw a cluster of faint green lights flickering at the bottom of the bookshelf. She secretly sighed in relief. Her heart, which had been hanging in the air all this time, finally settled down. However, she also became interested and wanted to tease Yinyin. She sneered and said, "This time you're wrong again. That's not a will-o '-the-wisp, it's the eye of a monster. Don't look down on it because it's just a tiny bit. If anyone dares to show even the slightest disrespect to it, it'll open its bloody mouth and swallow you whole, leaving not even a single bone behind. "
Yinyin was so frightened that her legs turned to jelly. She had to drag Zheng Ying along before she could barely stand firm. With a sobbing voice she said, "Toward the demon king … your servant has absolute respect …" "That's very good," Zheng Ying said, "You just have to carry this sincerity and bring it back." When Yinyin heard that she was going to carry a demon's head, she was so scared that she fell to the ground. She almost foamed at the mouth and rolled her eyes.
Zheng Ying originally pulled Yinyin along to boost her courage. Seeing that she was so easily frightened, she also felt bored and said, "I might as well tell you the truth. That's the thing we want to take. It's the painting that Consort Yun drew for that wild man. When I was a guest during the day, I put some phosphor powder on the scroll so that it will glow at night. You go and get it for me. "Yinyin answered," Yes. "However, she could only sit paralyzed on the ground, unable to move a single step. Even getting up was difficult.
Zheng Ying had no choice but to go and get the painting herself. She used one hand to gently press the book on the side to prevent it from making a noise. Finally, she pulled the scroll out. When Yinyin saw that she was indeed holding a painting in her hand, her spirit recovered. She stood up and advised, "Niangniang, now that we have the thing, it's better to leave as soon as possible."
Zheng Ying sneered and said, "What's the hurry? It's a rare opportunity to visit the Snow Song Palace where His Majesty often goes. How can we not bring some souvenirs? This is only one of the things. If we look through it carefully, we might even find their letters filled with words of love. The more evidence we have, the more abundant the evidence, the easier it will be for His Majesty to believe my words. " She pulled out a book and opened it to take a look. It was an overview of the 《Qimen Dun Jia》 technique. This was an extremely profound study. Zheng Ying was not interested in looking at it in detail. She roughly stuffed it back into the bookshelf.
Shen Shiyun's collection of books was very large. Every book was squeezed so tightly that there was no gap left. It was extremely difficult to stuff it back into its original place. Zheng Ying pushed it a few times and impatiently swung her hand. The jade bracelet on her wrist swayed and knocked against the shelf, creating a 'dang' sound. The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet night. Then she heard a creaking sound from the bed in the inner room. It seemed like someone was turning over and sitting up. Yinyin held her breath and did not even dare to breathe loudly. She only anxiously pulled Zheng Ying's sleeve, indicating that they should leave quickly.
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