Inheriting a Legacy and Traveling to Ancient Times

In her previous life, Zhao Qingyan grew up in an orphanage. She unexpectedly activated a pocket dimension and began hoarding supplies. After spending all her savings, an accident transported her to...

Chapter 851 Can You Let Me Go?

Since the children said they were familiar with the place, Zhao Qinghe was relieved.

Various medicine kits were prepared and given to the girls long ago. They hid them on their bodies, along with various daggers and other self-defense weapons.

They were just waiting to enter the Zhang residence and act accordingly.

Bai Hetang and the others watched helplessly as Zhao Qinghe and her group were taken away. Then, they returned to their rooms, changed into night clothes, and jumped out of the windows.

They secretly followed Zhang Jiucheng and his group.

At this moment, Bai Hetang hated himself for not learning properly when his family hired a martial arts instructor.

If one possesses unparalleled martial arts skills, why would one fear a few petty villains?

In fact, there are more than just one or two villains; Yang'an City itself has problems.

If Zhao Qinghe hadn't given the waiter a tip of half a tael of silver, the waiter might not have kindly reminded him.

Being unprepared made things even worse for them.

We are fortunate to have had the opportunity to call for help and to prepare.

Soon, Zhao Qinghe and her group were taken to the Zhang residence.

We entered through a side gate in the backyard, which is a forbidden area of ​​the Zhang family mansion, said to be haunted.

Because I often hear faint, pitiful cries of a woman in the middle of the night.

The servants of the Zhang family held the Snowfall Courtyard in great awe.

A story circulated in the Zhang family that the old master once brought back a beautiful woman from outside as a concubine.

This woman was a beauty of unparalleled grace, but ever since the old master brought her back to his mansion, everything had gone wrong, and his health had gradually deteriorated.

One day, a Taoist master came to the mansion and discovered that the Zhang mansion was filled with demonic energy. After calculation, he found that the demonic energy came from Luoxue Courtyard.

If a monster is found in the house, it must be eliminated as soon as possible.

The ritual was performed, and in the end, the beautiful young woman from Luoxue Courtyard was burned alive.

After that, the Snowfall Courtyard was locked, and the sound of a woman crying out in agony could often be heard in the middle of the night. The sound was extremely painful.

Some people have asked, if the monster's ghost was still there, why didn't you ask a master to come and exorcise it?

That means the Celestial Master has long since traveled far and wide, and cannot be found anywhere.

Furthermore, the Celestial Master instructed that as long as the lock on Luoxue Courtyard was not opened, it would be fine.

He nailed the demon to the courtyard, and it will naturally turn to ashes a hundred years later.

The story, like a rumor, grew increasingly exaggerated, eventually giving rise to various versions of strange tales.

Everyone in the Zhang family changed color upon hearing that snow had fallen.

Therefore, if someone enters Luoxue Courtyard through the side gate, the people in the inner courtyard of the Zhang residence will not know.

Zhao Qinghe and her group entered Luoxue Courtyard, where the girls and several other female guests were thrown into a room with wooden doors and windows.

Locked the door and left, all in one smooth motion.

Because of her charming demeanor, Zhao Qinghe was led into a room that appeared to be dilapidated from the outside, but actually contained a hidden world inside.

The interior is luxuriously furnished.

On the enormous bed was a fine silk quilt, and at the foot of the bed was a perfectly intact tiger skin.

The indoor lighting uses several luminous pearls, each about the size of a baby's fist.

The furniture is made entirely of the finest sandalwood.

The most out-of-place element is the wall covered with various torture instruments, which could also be described as sex toys.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've at least seen pigs run; Zhao Qinghe is someone whose theoretical knowledge is at its peak.

Zhao Qinghe had read many novels from Zhao Qingyan, and she understood the word "pervert."

Zhang Jiucheng is quite patient.

After Zhao Qinghe was brought in, he surprisingly didn't rush to...

Instead, he invited Zhao Qinghe to drink and eat snacks, and even had a bath prepared for her.

Zhao Qinghe sat calmly in her chair, watching all of this unfold.

Zhang Jiucheng has captivated all sorts of beauties over the years, yet he has never seen anyone as indifferent as Zhao Qinghe.

That's interesting.

"The beauty remained calm."

The young ladies who usually come to my place either cry and beg for mercy, or they act like virtuous and chaste women, threatening to kill themselves.

There's another type: those who see my money and try their best to please me.

"The young lady is quite special."

Zhao Qinghe scoffed coldly. "Can you let me go?"

Zhang Jiucheng shook his head.

"No, no, I've finally found someone interesting, and I can't bear to let him go like this."

"If you're willing to please me, I might consider taking you as a concubine."

Zhao Qinghe smiled, "Oh, what kind of pleasing is this, young master? Why don't you teach me, young master?"

Zhao Qinghe smiled innocently, as if she had awakened by having her Ren and Du meridians opened.

As he spoke, he lightly hooked his index finger.

Zhang Jiucheng felt as if his heart had been struck by a giant object; his heart pounded like a drum. A resounding crash.

He rubbed his hands together and lunged at Zhao Qinghe.

The moment Zhang Jiucheng lunged forward, Zhao Qinghe lightly flicked her wrist, sending a handful of powder flying towards Zhang Jiucheng, while she herself and her chair retreated a meter.

With a thud, Zhang Jiucheng fell heavily to the ground.

The little girl, who had been standing by the bathtub with her eyes closed and seemingly oblivious to her surroundings, couldn't help but look up curiously toward the source of the sound.

Zhao Qinghe then raised her hand to beckon the little girl over.

"Come quick, young master has fallen down."

The guards who were eavesdropping at the door heard that the young master had fallen and quickly came in to help him up.

As a result, the group was knocked down by Zhao Qinghe's handful of powder.

There are plenty of ropes in this room for tying people up.

Zhao Qinghe grabbed several people and tied them up, gagging them and feeding them drugs at the same time.

After eating it, the person becomes partially paralyzed as if struck by a stroke, unable to speak, and drooling constantly.

Every night, I would experience excruciating pain all over my body, which would last for an hour before finally subsiding, making life feel like a living hell.

Zhao Qinghe made an exception and gave the little girl only a sleeping potion, just in a larger dose.

After doing all that, Zhao Qinghe searched the room thoroughly.

She guessed that Zhang Jiucheng dared to kidnap people so blatantly, and since none of the kidnapped women went home, they must have somewhere to go.

It's impossible for him to keep every woman in his mansion as a concubine.

Where have all those women gone? This is a very serious question.

Zhao Qinghe knocked and banged around in the room, but couldn't find any hidden compartments in the walls or on the bed.

Just as Zhao Qinghe was about to give up, her gaze fell on the tiger skin at the foot of the bed.

Out of consideration for having once raised flowers, Zhao Qinghe planned to keep the tiger skin, but as soon as she picked it up, she realized something was wrong.

There was clearly a dark room under the tiger skin.

This time, she didn't need the tiger skin anymore. Zhao Qinghe squatted down and explored for a while before finally finding the mechanism.

I thought it would at least be a cellar, but it turned out to be just a two-foot square wooden box.

Besides an account book, there were various pieces of jewelry inside.

Judging from the materials and workmanship, it's obvious that they were taken from different women.

When normal people buy things, they generally don't stray from the same aesthetic.

The jewelry here is too varied.

Zhao Qinghe didn't mind at all. She pulled the bed sheet off the bed and stuffed all the jewelry from the box into the sheet.

The ledger that was initially set aside was stuffed into Zhao Qinghe's arms.

It was stuffed in, but Zhao Qinghe took it out again.

Zhao Qinghe quickly unbuckled her belt, took off her clothes, turned the lining inside out, and put them back on.

This garment is actually double-sided; the lining is entirely black.

He then stuffed the ledger into his bosom, patted it to make sure it wouldn't fall out, before slinging the bundle of jewelry over his shoulder and quietly opening the door a crack to peek outside.

Slowly opening the door, and seeing no one watching, Zhao Qinghe grew much bolder.