Ghost Messenger
Wang Xiaoxia, still dressed in plain clothes, rummaged through the messy room and found a pair of straw sandals to put on. She had several pairs of these straw sandals, but over the years they had all been stained red with blood.
She hated the smell of blood all over her body, but the smell just wouldn't go away, just like the blood on the soles of her feet just wouldn't stop.
The servants outside were still making a ruckus, but when they saw Wang Xiaoxia come out, they immediately shut up and went about their business. They didn't know that Wang Xiaoxia was Bu Shenglian; they only knew that she was a medicine connoisseur kept by their master. No one knew exactly what kind of medicine she concocted, but since she was by the master's side, she was not someone to be trifled with.
Wang Xiaoxia ignored them and went straight to Wang Yue's room. She didn't know how long she had been asleep. When she saw that Wang Yue's door was closed, she had no choice but to knock on it.
"Come in!" Wang Yue's voice came softly from inside.
Wang Xiaoxia opened the door and saw that not only Wang Yue, but also several people dressed in ghost clan clothing were standing on the side of the room, carrying something in their hands.
People of the Ghost Clan? Wang Xiaoxia frowned.
"Mother~" Wang Xiaoxia lowered her head and called softly.
Wangyue Pavilion is a brothel, so everyone here calls Wangyue, the madam, "Niang" (娘, meaning "mother").
"Oh, it's Xiaoxia! Come here! I was just about to look for you and you just happened to come," Wangyue said with a smile, her round fan waving constantly as she spoke.
Wang Xiaoxia only calls Wang Yue Bu Shenglian when she is dressed in fine clothes. This is an unspoken understanding between the two of them over the years. Bu Shenglian is the top dancer of Wang Yue Pavilion, while Wang Xiaoxia is just one of Wang Yue's several adopted daughters.
Seeing that Wang Yue seemed unaffected, Wang Xiaoxia felt relieved, and his tone became much calmer.
"What brings you here, Mother?" Wang Xiaoxia asked obediently, standing beside Wang Yue.
She lowered her head slightly, her eyes looking down, and her messy hair covered half of her face, making it impossible to see what she actually looked like. Her obedient and docile appearance was completely different from before.
Seeing her like this, Wang Yue couldn't help but chuckle to herself.
"The Ghost King and the Demon King's daughter will soon be getting married, and a banquet will be held for many guests from the Three Realms. The Demon Princess has suggested that our Wangyue Pavilion be in charge of the catering. However, Wangyue Pavilion is too busy to go, so I thought you could go to the Ghost Realm for me since you have never been there before!" Wangyue said, not forgetting to smile politely at the two ghost messengers beside her.
The two ghost messengers nodded politely. Judging from their appearance, they were not of high rank. But that made sense; such trivial matters did not require any important figures to come along.
Wang Yue always remembered that Wang Xiaoxia had a deep obsession with the Netherworld, a place she could never reach.
"Yes, Mother," Wang Xiaoxia replied, her expression as calm as ever.
Wang Yue watched as Wang Xiaoxia maintained a constant smile on her face, gently waving her round fan to create a slight breeze that lifted Wang Xiaoxia's hair before letting it fall back down.
“These two are ghost messengers from the Ghost Realm. You should go back and pack your things, then go with them to the Ghost Realm! Only with their guidance can you enter,” Wang Yue said. She paused, then turned to the two ghost messengers beside her, still smiling, and continued:
“This woman is a mortal who has never traveled far from home. She will need your help on her journey to the Ghost Realm. Wangyue Pavilion will be grateful for your kindness. Why don’t we stay here for a day to rest so that Wangyue Pavilion can host a welcome dinner for you?” Wangyue said, displaying the smooth manner of a businessman.
The two ghost messengers were happy to accept, after all, the Forgot Moon Pavilion was quite famous even in the ghost realm, and they naturally wanted to take this opportunity to enjoy themselves.
Outside, the singing and dancing continued as usual. Since there was no distinction between day and night at Youming Ferry, the guests of Wangyue Pavilion would only rest when they were tired of the festivities. The dancers took turns performing every day, so no matter when you came to Wangyue Pavilion, it was always a lively and joyous place.
After returning to her room, Wang Xiaoxia remained busy at her desk. She didn't have much, just a pile of medicine.
Although she was immortal, she lacked magical powers. When she first started refining medicine, she tested it on the guests of the Forgot Moon Pavilion several times and found that people, whether they had magical powers or not, were tolerant of poisons, but could not tolerate aphrodisiacs and hallucinogens.
Therefore, she only researched aphrodisiacs and hallucinogens.
"Will you ever come back?" Wang Yue leaned against the table and asked Wang Xiaoxia softly, her eyes gazing blankly elsewhere with a calm expression.
"If you can come back, then come back," Wang Xiaoxia said, stopping what she was doing. She glanced out the window, where only lush herbs completely blocked the small window. She smiled faintly and continued with her work.
"Do we really have to go?" Wang Yue asked, looking at Wang Xiaoxia with anticipation before quickly becoming dejected.
She knew in her heart that Wang Xiaoxia would eventually leave.
The two women were naturally compatible and had been together for nearly a century, making them closer than family.
“You know, this is something I have to do, just like, just like you can’t leave Wangyue Pavilion,” Wang Xiaoxia said, her gaze lowering.
Wang Yue's gaze dimmed immediately, and she lowered her head, the round fan in her hand drooping limply.
"Come back alive," Wang Yue could only instruct.
"Hmm," Wang Xiaoxia replied.
"You don't need to worry about the cold food. I will have the Bad Guys go with you. This task is neither too big nor too small, so to make things easier for you when you go to the Ghost Realm, the Ghost Envoy will definitely give you a travel talisman. Just keep it for yourself. With the talisman, you can enter and leave the Ghost King's Palace without anyone stopping you." Wang Yue paused as she spoke, then smiled bitterly as if she remembered something.
"Hmm," Wang Xiaoxia replied indifferently, her hands still busy.
"You're really stupid. You've been taught music and dance for over a hundred years but you still can't learn anything. If it weren't for your pretty face and your ability to make hallucinogenic drugs, you'd only be a lowly servant. People would complain that you're clumsy and inept at work," Wang Yue rambled on.
Wang Xiaoxia couldn't help but chuckle.
"You're incredibly weak, you can't learn any kung fu at all. You're just light enough to jump around. If you encounter danger, you must prioritize your life. Although I don't understand why you're immortal, if you encounter someone with powerful magic, they can still kill you. So it's best to be careful when you're out and about," Wang Yue said, becoming increasingly nagging.
How could Wang Xiaoxia not know her feelings? They had been together for nearly a hundred years and understood each other best.
"Why didn't I realize you were so talkative before?" Wang Xiaoxia interrupted with a light laugh.
Wang Yue stopped talking, glanced at Wang Xiaoxia with a hint of resentment, and sighed softly.
"Come back if you miss home. I'll be waiting for you at Wangyue Pavilion," Wangyue said softly at the end. The round fan in her hand began to sway gently again, and the slight breeze touched Wang Xiaoxia's hair, causing it to move slightly.
Her fan is quite interesting; it's not white, but red. Red is red, but red is red! As red as blood.
"Okay," Wang Xiaoxia replied softly, her gaze fixed on a certain empty space as she fell silent.
A chilling wind blew as the ghostly banners fluttered in the air. Wang Xiaoxia, dressed in plain clothes, followed the ghost messenger and the Bad Guys on their way.
In contrast to the Netherworld Crossing, where there is no distinction between day and night, the Ghost Realm also has no sun. Therefore, the Ghost Clan is born with a pale complexion. Not to mention flesh and blood, even if all the bones in their bodies were put together, they would only weigh seven ounces. As a result, they walk lightly and without any foundation, always appearing to be hopping and skipping.
Wang Xiaoxia had a body that was neither human nor ghost, and she walked with a light, floating gait. She always kept her head down, and her unkempt hair would fly wildly in the wind, making her an ordinary woman who would not be noticed by anyone.
The leading ghost messenger led them through several checkpoints, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived at the Ghost King's Palace. They waited in front of the palace for some time until someone came out and checked each of them before letting them in. Then they wandered around along the path for a while before arriving at a secluded courtyard where they were told to rest for half a day and report back to the steward the next day.
Wang Xiaoxia had only met the Bad Guy a few times before, and only thought of him as a cold and handsome man, but had never spoken to him. This time, it was just the Bad Guy and Wang Xiaoxia on the trip, and since Wang Xiaoxia was dressed as a man, the Ghost Realm only reserved one room for the two of them. After all, it wasn't a very important mission, and having a room for them was already a favor.
The scoundrel stood guard by the window, his face as calm as ever.
"Go to sleep! I'll wake you when it's light," the rogue said in a deep voice.
"Okay," Wang Xiaoxia replied indifferently.
"With your current strength, you can't kill him. It's best not to make a move tomorrow," the Bad Guy said calmly.
Wang Xiaoxia immediately became alert, her eyes widening as she stared intently at the profile of the scoundrel.
His face was as white as snow, and his black pupils were so deep that they seemed bottomless. He was not only handsome, but even his profile exuded an innate nobility. His face was not human; it belonged to a demon.
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