Extra Chapter: My First Meeting with Little Shen Laoye (7)
Shen Qing was awakened by a sharp pain on the side of his neck.
He opened his eyes, and the dark black dragon pattern embroidered on the ceiling floated in the dim light.
The memories of last night came flooding back like a tide, carrying with them a burning sensation of skin touching flesh.
He moved his fingers, and his bones felt like they were taken apart and put back together again, especially his waist and abdomen, which felt sore and trembled when he exerted the slightest force.
When I opened the quilt, the brocade slid across my chest.
He caught a glimpse of the mottled dark red marks on the bed sheet, his ears suddenly felt hot, and he quickly pulled up the quilt to cover himself.
When my fingertips touched the side of my neck, I felt a rough scab.
He propped himself up and sat up. Every movement caused pain all over his body, like grass being crushed.
Walking to the dressing table, the figure in the bronze mirror made him gasp.
There were overlapping bruises on the collarbone, and crescent-shaped teeth marks on the chest.
Even the inside of his wrists were marked with red circles, bearing the marks left by Yeluvis.
"madman."
Shen Qing cursed silently at the mirror.
I picked up the wooden comb and tried to straighten my messy hair, but my hands were shaking so badly.
The teeth of the comb caught the tangled hair, causing him to frown in pain.
Only then did I realize that I didn't even have the energy to get angry.
He pulled the corners of his mouth in front of the mirror, trying to appear calm, but he could not hide the panic in his eyes, like a frightened deer.
He held onto the dressing table to steady himself, but the pain in his lower back made him hunch over.
He tiptoed to the door and looked out through the crack.
There was no one in the corridor, only the wind blowing fallen leaves across the bluestone slabs, making a rustling sound.
This place is too quiet, so quiet that it makes people feel uneasy.
Shen Qing bit her lip, her inner monologue tangled like a tangled mess.
(This damn place doesn’t look like a good place. That guy last night…)
(Yeluvis, it’s clear at first glance that he’s not someone you can easily mess with. Are you going to run away and wait for him to torture you to death?)
He opened the door a crack, and the cold wind rushed in, making him shiver.
His inner garment had long been torn to pieces. He glanced at the ground, where Yeluvis' outer robe was casually thrown.
The dark material is embroidered with dark golden dragon patterns, with a faint scent of ambergris.
"This is too eye-catching..."
Shen Qing murmured quietly, but he had no other choice at the moment. He picked up his outer robe and put it on.
The robe was too long and dragged on the ground. He had to hold it up carefully every time he took a step, like a child who had stolen adult clothes.
Walking out of the room, Shen Qing took a breath of cold air.
In front of me is a magnificent courtyard with winding corridors, intricate patterns carved on the vermilion pillars, and glazed tiles glowing coldly in the dim light.
It was somewhat similar to the Forbidden City corridor he had seen in a documentary.
"Has the underworld kept up with the times?"
He murmured in his heart, but did not dare to stop.
He held onto his waist and walked forward quickly. Every step caused pain in his waist, which made him frown.
"If I had known I shouldn't have struggled so hard last night. Now I can't even run fast."
He turned left and right and walked into an inconspicuous room.
The house is simply furnished with only a few wooden beds and cabinets.
Shen Qing opened the cabinet door, revealing a few coarse linen clothes stacked inside, with a faint smell of mold.
"It's better than being naked."
He sighed helplessly, quickly took off his robe and put on a coarse linen shirt.
The clothes didn't fit well and made my skin a little itchy, but at least it wasn't noticeable.
Shen Qing quietly followed a few servants passing by, not daring to breathe.
The servant walked in a hurry, and he followed closely, passing through layers of corridors, and finally saw the gate of the ghost house.
Outside the door was a bustling street market with swaying lanterns and ghostly figures moving around, which was somewhat similar to a market in the human world.
"Great, I finally escaped."
Just as he felt a little relieved, he heard a commotion behind him.
He quickly hid under an old locust tree and stuck his head out to see.
I saw Black and White Impermanence leading a large group of soldiers pouring out from the gate of the ghost house, all with serious faces.
Hei Wuchang held the iron chain and shouted at the ghosts around him,
"The master's new favorite has escaped. Search the entire city for him. Anyone with suspicious behavior will be brought back for investigation!"
Bai Wuchang held the portrait and asked each ghost passing by,
"Have you seen this ghost? He probably looks like this, and should be this tall..."
Shen Qingze's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and cold sweat instantly soaked the coarse linen clothes on his back.
"A new favorite?"
He wailed in his heart,
"So I am just a pet in his eyes? What bad luck!"
He looked at the soldiers who were checking everywhere and getting closer and closer, and his heart was pounding as if it was going to jump out of his throat.
"No, we can't get caught."
Shen Qing gritted his teeth, turned around and went into the crowd.
He was in a panic and had no idea where to go. The stone pavement under his feet was uneven and he almost tripped several times.
The ghosts around him gave him strange looks, but he didn't care. He just wanted to stay as far away from those officers and soldiers as possible.
"I shouldn't have run away if I had known. Isn't this just walking into a trap?"
He was so angry and anxious that tears were about to come out.
But he didn't dare stop and could only keep rushing forward, hoping to find a place to hide.
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As soon as Shen Qingze entered the crowd, the scab on the back of his neck was rubbed by the collar of his shirt, which was lifted by the cold wind.
He subconsciously shrank his neck, but his ears caught the whisper of the female ghost beside him. The sound was like an ice pick piercing into his cochlea.
"That earring... the portrait..."
Shen Qing clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and then he remembered that he had not taken off the silver pendant on his earlobe!
Damn it, why are the traces left by that bastard Yeluweisi so obvious!
He lowered his head and went into the alley.
The silver pendant seemed to be stuck in my earlobe and could not be removed. The cuff of my coarse linen shirt suddenly caught on an iron nail in the corner of the wall. The sound of the cloth being torn was particularly piercing in the noisy street.
The pain in his lower back almost made him fall down when he bent over, and his exposed wrists hit the cold wall.
The red mark glowed strangely in the gray sky.
It's like being branded with an exclusive mark.
"It's over."
Shen Qing stared at the sight of the soldiers in the restaurant opposite, his heart beating so hard that it seemed to break his ribs.
How could he forget that the ghosts in the underworld all have clairvoyance?
This injury might be covered up in the human world, but here it's like holding a lantern and shouting "Come and catch me"!
"stop!"
When the fierce shout came down from above his head, all the hairs on Shen Qingze's body stood up.
He caught a glimpse of the spear in the soldier's hand. The tip of the spear flashed a faint blue light. It was the dark iron that locked the soul.
I turned around and tried to run, but was blocked by an old ghost pushing a wheelbarrow. The pottery jar in the wheelbarrow was shaking, and the fishy liquid was splashed all over my sleeves.
It turned out to be pickled human bones.
"What bad luck! Pay me for the jar!"
The old ghost's hand that was pulling at his shirt hem was like an iron clamp, and Shen Qing was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.
Are you trying to attract all the soldiers by continuing to pester us at this time?
He struggled hard, and the sound of horse hooves behind him was getting closer and closer.
The chains of the Black and White Impermanence glowed coldly in the sunlight, like two poisonous snakes spitting out their tongues.
Shen Qing almost cursed out loud when he caught a glimpse of the reflection on the wine flag on the street.
The pearl on her temple was swaying as she ran. It was stuffed there by the ghost aunt.
I just felt uncomfortable at the time, but now I understand that they left it there on purpose because they were afraid that he would run away.
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