Fortunately, going down the tower is easier than going up.

When they got back into the carriage, raindrops actually began to fall from the sky.

This city has not seen rain for a long time, and the air is very dry. The rain hitting the ground now brings up a smell of dust.

Jiang Muyu opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out. The sky was gray and the whole town was shrouded in rain. Raindrops floated in and fell on her face, bringing the unique coolness of the first month of the year. She shivered with cold and quickly put her curtains down.

Xiahou Yan was drinking tea from his cup. He glanced at her and said, "You said you were separated from your husband and ended up here. Where were you from before?"

Jiang Muyu had expected him to ask, so she took out the words she had prepared before and said, "I was born in a small town on the border, not worth mentioning. My husband's family runs an escort agency, and they have some wealth, so we live a relatively wealthy and worry-free life. I accidentally got separated from my husband when I was fleeing from the war."

"Oh? Really?" He rubbed the rim of the cup carefully, pondered for a moment, and then asked: "What are the identities of those masked men in black clothes?"

"They are the assassins hired by my husband to protect me."

"I see that they are all very skilled. With these killers protecting you, why did you two get separated?"

"We encountered bandits while fleeing, so my husband and I split up and got separated."

Xiahou Yan stared at her for a long time, trying to find any trace of lying on her face.

But she showed no guilt at all, and her tone was helpless and sad as she spoke. She looked like she was lamenting the troubled times and worrying about her husband's safety. There was no sign of flaw in her.

The smile on his face deepened.

If she wasn't lying to him, he could just listen to the story. If she was lying to him... then this matter would be more interesting.

The carriage drove for a long time before it stopped. It was completely dark outside and the rain was still pouring down. The maid came over with an umbrella and opened the door of the carriage, saying, "Master, we're here."

Xiahou Yan went down first, and Jiang Muyu followed closely behind.

She never thought that Xiahou Yan would bring her to the hot spring villa.

Just now, when the carriage was winding, she felt something was wrong. She opened the curtain but only saw the rain falling from the sky and the dark shadows of the trees on the roadside. She only knew that she was getting farther and farther away from the world, but she didn't expect it was because they went up the mountain.

While she was stunned, the maid handed her an oil-paper umbrella.

She thanked him, took it and opened it.

The maid held an umbrella for Xiahou Yan and walked in front of them. She touched her nose, said nothing, and followed them into the manor. Immediately, a servant came over to lead them in.

After passing through the hanging flower gate, walking through the winding corridors and passing through a moon gate, you can see a spacious garden with individual courtyards scattered around, dotted with flowers, plants and trees.

The servant led them into a small courtyard and then left. Then a beautiful woman came over and said in a soft and charming voice, "Sir, please follow me."

Jiang Muyu got goosebumps all over her body because of the voice. She thought that was enough, but she was stunned when she entered the house.

Nine girls who looked like they had just reached marriageable age were standing in a row in the room. The material of their clothes was so thin that it was almost negligible. The embroidery of their bellybands could be clearly seen. The scene was quite erotic.

Seeing them come in, the women said in unison: "I have seen you, sir."

Each of them has a voice so charming that it can squeeze water out of it.

This isn't a place to soak in the hot springs; this is clearly a place to pick up girls.

Jiang Muyu subconsciously glanced at a certain part of Xiahou Yan and shook his head.

Xiahou Yan noticed her action very well and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

She suspected that this person had been secretly spying on her.

"I... was just simply surprised."

"Really?"

"Yes, this is the first time I've seen such a scene. It's like a country bumpkin coming to the city, everything he sees is new to him."

"Hehe - there will be something more exciting later."

Having said that, Xiahou Yan went inside on his own.

There is a large open-air pool inside the house, with wisps of white smoke rising from it. You can tell at a glance that it is the hot spring here.

The woman who led them in gave her a white, close-fitting undershirt. She knew at a glance that it was the clothing they would wear when taking a hot spring bath.

In her heart, she rejected the thought of soaking in the same pool with Xiahou Yan.

He immediately waved his hand and said, "I don't need it."

"This..." The woman looked at Xiahou Yan, waiting for his instructions.

Xiahou Yan just glanced at her and said, "She doesn't want to leave."

Jiang Muyu knew that this person was not someone who was easy to talk to. Even though he complied with her wishes, who knows what bad ideas she was thinking of to torture her.

She could only deal with the situation as it came.

Xiahou Yan went behind the screen and changed into his undergarment. His black hair was loose, making his slightly sickly face look more harmless.

Jiang Muyu knew that his appearance was all a lie.

The less threatening someone seems, the more dangerous they are.

Xiahou Yan walked slowly into the hot spring pool. All the women gathered around him. Four of them played music on the shore. The zither, flute, konghou and pipa played a leisurely and peaceful piece of music.

Some of the others were giving him massages, some were feeding him snacks, some were pouring him wine, and some were scattering flower petals into the pool.

He sat in the hot spring pool, leaning against the pool wall, squinting his eyes in enjoyment, and occasionally reaching out to touch the women's delicate and smooth skin.

Jiang Muyu looked at it and there were only four words in his mind: extravagant and debauched!

I thought he was so happy that he had forgotten her existence at all.

But after a while, he shouted, "Brother Jiang Xian, come here and massage my feet."

"Huh?" Fuck you, sir!

Jiang Muyu curled her lips: "With so many people rushing to serve you, what else do you want me to do?"

"Tsk tsk-Xiao Jiangjiang, are you jealous?"

"I'm not sick, what kind of taste do I have?"

"But why do I feel sour when I hear what you say?" Xiahou Yan raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to come over, isn't it because you can't bear to see me being surrounded by these beautiful women?"

Jiang Muyu rolled his eyes: "I don't think there's anyone in this world more trustworthy than you."

He was puzzled: "Pu Xin? What does that mean?"

“Ordinary and confident.”

Hearing this, he laughed out loud: "Interesting, your words are really interesting."

"Uh..." Jiang Muyu felt that this man was too shameless, comparable to the Great Wall of China.

Xiahou Yan laughed for a while, then suddenly stopped, his eyes slightly fixed, and he nodded to the expressionless maid standing not far away, and said: "My little Jiang Jiang is unhappy, so let's kill them all."

As soon as he finished speaking, the maid immediately drew the sword at her waist and cut the throat of a nearby woman. The thinly dressed woman fell in a pool of blood with her eyes wide open before she could even utter a scream.

The accident happened without any warning. All the women present were stunned for a moment, and then they screamed and ran away in all directions.

Xiahou Yan said: "Anyone who dares to run will end up worse than her."

Everyone stopped where they were, trembling with fear, not daring to move an inch.

At this moment, Jiang Muyu's face had turned pale. She looked at the man who was still sitting calmly in the hot spring pool, and swallowed hard.

It's so scary. He changes his attitude at will and treats human life as worthless. He is just like Satan in the world!

Seeing that the maid had already killed the second woman, she quickly called out to stop her: "Stop!"