Chapter 3: Paying the debt of love. This little prince is really angry.

Luo Qingling raised her eyes slightly and looked at Qin Yanheng, who was much taller than her. The latter's gaze slowly moved from her eyes downwards, stopping at her throat where the tip of the sword was pressing against her.

This little prince must have been used to being willful in the palace and couldn't stand others touching his things. But this Golden Dragon Sword inexplicably recognized her as its master. What did this have to do with her?

What a bad temper!

Luo Qingling snorted coldly, raised two fingers to pinch the tip of the sword, and pulled it away. She tilted her head and said, "I don't have the time to mess around with the young prince. I beg your Highness to show mercy. My aunt is still here..."

"You clearly already know who I am, so why are you pretending to be delicate and asking me to lend you my sword?" Qin Yanheng interrupted.

The noble lady wearing gorgeous clothes and heavy makeup tonight most likely came for the Qujiang Banquet. He said why he always felt that the person in front of him was very familiar. He thought it must be another noble lady who asked someone to deliver her portrait in order to marry him. She also borrowed his sword to save someone. I'm afraid she was looking for an excuse to get into a conflict with him!

"Why are you pretending to be delicate? I'm not interested in your sword at all. I just want to save people--" Luo Qingling lost his patience, turned around and pulled his cousin and walked towards the boat on the river bank.

Listen to what she said. Earlier, she called him "young hero" and asked to borrow the sword, but now she said she wasn't interested in the sword. Was she talking about the sword or the person? Who in the capital dared to shout at him like that? Qin Yanheng couldn't swallow this breath, but he couldn't find a reason to refute it. However, he came here tonight because of the sudden appearance of the evil spirit, so naturally he couldn't waste time.

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"Cousin, how long will it take us to reach the Qin Tower if we keep doing this? Why don't you apologize to the young prince and ask him to cast a spell to take us directly to the Qin Tower?"

"What have I done wrong?" Luo Qingling crossed her arms, gnashing her teeth as she watched Qin Yanheng leap into the river with a single, light-kung fu leap. This man wasn't just hot-tempered, he was also petty! Who wanted his Golden Dragon Sword? She wouldn't even take it if I gave it to her.

There was a small boat floating on the river, with three people sitting in the boat, and the cousin and his follower each holding an oar and paddling hard.

Not far away, on a pavilion in the middle of the river, Qin Yanheng stood on the edge and patted his sleeves. Hearing the three people talking, he glanced at Luo Qingling lightly, then turned his head expressionlessly and went into the building, leaving the three people still rowing.

Fortunately, this person rejected her portrait. Otherwise, if they really got married, who could stand his temper? Luo Qingling snorted coldly and walked up to the terrace from the boat, his steps full of resentment.

The closer they got to the gate of Qinlou, the stronger the smell of cosmetics became. The handkerchief left behind by their aunt, the man who kidnapped Deng Yesi... this smell was everywhere.

Luo Qingling instinctively felt that she had come to the right place, and she followed Qin Yanheng's back and walked forward quickly.

The Qin Building was bustling with people, but there was no one guarding outside. Even the boat that picked up and dropped off guests was empty.

Luo Qingling walked over to Qin Yanheng. They looked up at the plaque on the door. The words "Qinlou" were painted with gold powder, which was truly luxurious. Qin Yanheng seemed to be waiting for them and did not move. She spoke hurriedly.

"Young Prince, will entering the building so brazenly alert the enemy?" Luo Qingling's concerns were not unfounded. The monster had already seen her. "How about... you and I find a corner and sneak in to investigate."

"I never do anything sneaky," Qin Yanheng glanced at Luo Qingling, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him. After saying this, he put one hand behind his back and climbed the stairs, acting like a regular. "For a place like this, the more familiar you are with it, the better. Entering through the main gate will not arouse suspicion."

Look, there is no innocent man in this world!

Luo Qingling curled her lips and followed. The young prince had said he didn't want to marry, but he might have already chosen someone privately. His casual demeanor while strolling through the brothels was so natural that she couldn't believe it was his first time there.

As I stepped over the threshold, the scent of cosmetics hit me in the face. There were shadowy figures in the building, singing and dancing. But when I looked closely, I saw that those people had skin as white as porcelain, lips as red as blood, and they looked like pottery figurines that would break at the slightest touch.

The two men walked into the Qin Building one after the other. The dancer's sleeves brushed against Luo Qingling's face, and the silk was soft and slightly cool. Several people holding golden plates passed by the two men in a line, and no one paid attention to the two "guests" who suddenly appeared.

This Qin Building was truly eerie. Everyone inside seemed oblivious to them, mechanically repeating their actions. Luo Qingling subconsciously moved closer to Qin Yanheng, who raised an eyebrow but didn't try to stop her.

The cousin and his entourage did not follow him in, but instead stood on the platform outside the Qin Building, talking to each other. Somehow, despite the constant singing and dancing inside the building, the two of them could still clearly hear the voices of their cousin and others.

"What does the man who took people away look like?" Qin Yanheng asked suddenly.

"He should be as tall as the young prince. I can't see him clearly. I just remember that his eyebrows were sparse and the ends of his eyebrows were very messy. He didn't look like a good person." Luo Qingling recalled carefully.

"My dear—hey hey."

The two looked back and saw that the follower followed his cousin across the threshold, accidentally stepped on the hem of his clothes, and fell to the side. When the cousin heard about it, he wanted to go forward to help, but saw a maid who came out of nowhere, hurriedly walking over with a golden tray, and bumped into the follower.

In the blink of an eye, the follower turned into the appearance of a terracotta warrior, with his hands placed in front of him with his palms facing up, as if holding something.

All three were stunned by the scene before them, frozen in place, staring intently at the attendant, following the serving maid, as he hurried past the crowd. The attendant's expression was dull, and he completely absorbed himself into the bizarre atmosphere of the Qin Building.

How could a living person suddenly transform into a terracotta figure, with movements so lifeless and lifeless?

Luo Qingling grabbed his cousin's sleeve, fearing that he would be accidentally "assimilated".

Qin Yanheng glanced in the direction where the attendants and maids left, frowned and said, "Don't touch these weird people, otherwise you will become a terracotta warrior too."

Luo Qingling nodded and caught a glimpse of the dancer who was still waving her sleeves. Her sleeves brushed against her cheek again, exactly the same as when she came in just now... She seemed to have noticed something, and hurriedly asked her cousin who was standing at the door to leave Qin Building and then walked into the building again. Qin Yanheng heard it, curled up the corners of his mouth and looked at her with some surprise.

My cousin stepped over the threshold and entered the building. He saw the group of maids carrying golden plates passing by the door again and brushing past my cousin. The difference from before was that this time there was an extra follower among the maids.

Seeing this, my cousin hurriedly dodged to the side, fearing that he would also become a terracotta warrior and join them.

It turns out that as long as someone crosses the threshold and enters the Qin Building, the group of maids holding golden plates will come over to "scam" them, trying to turn all intruders into pottery figurines!

Perhaps because everyone discovered Qin Lou's "pattern", the lifeless eyes of the woman dancing in the hall suddenly slanted, and her black pupils clung to the corners of her eyes, staring at Luo Qingling closely.

Before the three men could react, the dancer swung her sleeves, and a pottery figurine emerged from her sleeves and flew towards them.

"Go!"

Qin Yanheng suddenly put his arm around her shoulders, and Luo Qingling fell into his arms, her face pressed against his chest. A fresh fragrance immediately filled her nostrils. She was about to turn her head to look at the terracotta warriors, but Qin Yanheng held the back of her head.

Qin Yanheng tiptoed and flew towards the beam with Luo Qingling. After the two of them had managed to gain some footing, he released his hand and kept some distance from Luo Qingling. He lowered his eyes to look at the chaotic mess of terracotta figurines below and whispered, "I'm sorry for the offense."

Luo Qingling shook his head and did not take Qin Yanheng's recklessness to heart. Danger was imminent, and the difference between men and women could be ignored for the time being.

"Your Highness, cousin, save me--" The cousin hugged the stone pillar beside the Qin Building's door and shouted with a bitter face.

The terracotta dancer, unable to make big movements, couldn't raise her head to look for the two men. She only thought that they had been assimilated by the terracotta warriors she had released. Her creepy black eyes returned to their original state, lifeless and colorless.

"It's the Life and Death Building."

Qin Yanheng's tone was undeniable. He knelt on one knee on the beam, looking down at the orderly and circular group of terracotta figurines below. He had seen them in the ancient books left to him by his master.

The soul circulates in an endless cycle; there is no escape from the cycle of life and death.

"What should I do?" Luo Qingling didn't care about the living or the dead. The key now was to find her aunt and Deng Yesi! She glanced at the sword on Qin Yanheng's back and came up with a plan. "Young Prince, why don't you lend me your Golden Dragon Sword?"

"...This is already your Golden Dragon Sword." Qin Yanheng didn't want to bring up this topic. With a cold face, he threw the sword to Luo Qingling. After the latter raised his hand to catch it, a layer of golden light immediately flashed on the sword body.

He sighed, feeling like he had raised a child for many years only to find out that the child was someone else's.

Luo Qingling weighed the sword in her hand, and in the blink of an eye she swung out a sword energy, but was instantly stopped by Qin Yanheng. She turned her head to look at him in confusion, and the two of them, one standing and the other squatting, stared at each other.

"What are you doing? Are you going to stay on the rafters all night?"

Luo Qingling watched Qin Yanheng slowly stand up and walk towards him. He hid the Golden Dragon Sword behind him, then took two steps back and stared at the man vigilantly.

Qin Yanheng suddenly bent over and moved closer. Before she could react, he raised his hand to cover the hilt of the sword, and his five fingers brushed against her skin. The two of them struggled with each other.

"Disciple of the Taoist, don't you know how to break the formation?" Luo Qingling secretly exerted force with his hands behind his back to prevent Qin Yanheng from taking the sword from his hand.

She just wanted to try to smash those terracotta warriors, so what was wrong with Qin Yanheng?

"The terracotta warriors here may be innocent people like the follower just now. If you smash them, what will you do if your aunt is one of them?" Qin Yanheng forced himself to remain calm and patiently explained to Luo Qingling.

"But I can't just stand there like this..." Luo Qingling raised his head and argued. Both of them held the hilts of the swords, competing secretly.

"Whatever. It's up to you."

Qin Yanheng resigned himself to his fate and let go of his hand, suddenly pulling away. Unexpectedly, neither of them could control the strength well, and the tip of the sword swung outward. Suddenly, a golden light appeared in front of his eyes, and a dragon shadow flew out. The semi-arc-shaped sword wind knocked away several terracotta warriors downstairs.

"Please, don't eat my child—"

When the two heard the sound and looked, they saw that the terracotta warrior with white skin and red lips had suddenly turned into a living person. It was actually a pregnant woman who was half lying on the ground, holding her belly and crying to everyone.

Oh no, there are actually living people among the terracotta warriors!

Luo Qingling had a bad feeling and hurriedly pulled Qin Yanheng to signal him to take her down. After all, the beams of the house were two stories high and it was impossible to get down without lightness skills.

Qin Yanheng didn't think too much about it. He raised his hand and put it around her shoulders, bringing her down as he did just now. The two of them ran straight towards the woman without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the woman was surrounded by a group of terracotta warriors and did not see the two men. She turned her head to look at the terracotta warriors dancing around her with a look of horror, and then she rolled her eyes and her body went limp.

Just as Luo Qingling was about to step forward, his cousin rushed over from the doorway, grabbed the woman who was about to fall to the ground, turned around and said to the two of them through a few terracotta figurines: "Your Highness, Cousin Luo, I will take care of the woman. You two quickly find a way to break the formation—"

Hearing this, the two looked at each other.

From the sword strike just now, we know that there must be living people among these terracotta warriors. Maybe if I strike again and smash the terracotta warrior that is making trouble in front of me, I can save a few living people.

Luo Qingling was thinking this and was about to ask Qin Yanheng to set up a formation to solve the problem, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of his cousin who was pulling his wife away. There seemed to be a red mark on his neck.

She looked closely, her pupils trembling suddenly. That was... the same red mark on the neck of the man in the inn!