The quaint castle is located in the suburbs of Will City and has a history of four or five hundred years.
The mottled city walls are wrapped in a touch of green, and the green is rippling beneath the heavy and solemn appearance, which is truly magical.
"Don't look around." The sudden voice was like a crow howling in the middle of the night, venting its inner dissatisfaction.
The old butler nodded in satisfaction as he lowered his head. "Very good, everyone, follow me."
The long corridor was lined with murals. Each mural was neatly arranged. Every inch was perfectly placed. Just looking at it made my scalp tingle.
"Sir, please don't look around."
Xu Jing smiled and followed the team.
It's a small place, but there are a lot of rules.
You can't shout randomly, for fear of disturbing the peace of your ancestors.
I can't look around randomly, for fear of offending the spirits of my ancestors...
Our ancestors did so many bad things that they didn’t let the living have an easy life even after they died.
As the saying goes, the tallest tree catches the most wind, Xu Jing was spotted by the housekeeper after he had accidentally looked at her a few times.
The butler was standing guard outside the villa like a crow. His information must have been transmitted to the young master's database.
The result of the bad impression was that Xu Jing was not welcomed. Several people went in, and he was the only one left standing outside.
"Sir, don't wander around."
The butler was not impressed by this young man who was dressed in such an unusual way.
Decades of experience in judging people made him believe that the young man in front of him was just here to get some free food and drinks and some hard work pay.
"Please sit here and wait. You will be notified to come in later."
"Well, I hope you won't have to wait too long."
Xu Jing found a suitable place to sit down and soon began to snore.
The housekeeper took a look, silently took out his phone, took a photo and added a caption. "Mr. He Wenxiu is inexperienced and not worthy of being appointed."
The information was immediately transmitted to the mobile phone of the talented young man Xie Zhiyi.
When I opened it, I saw a young man wearing a tattered Taoist robe covered with patches, with his eyes closed, sleeping comfortably in a chair.
His sleeping posture is lazy and comfortable, not like he is here to get treatment, but rather like he is on vacation.
"Butler, please ask him to come in."
"Young Master." The butler was stunned, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his coffin-like face, as if it was written on his face that he was a charlatan.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Wen Rong, please go back first."
As soon as the butler opens his mouth, you will know whether there is any.
Wen Rong couldn't believe that she, who was always so charming, was being unceremoniously asked to leave. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, Master has a rule that things never happen more than three times. The same applies to meeting people. You are the second one."
What a broken rule! Why is a dying person being so pretentious?
Suppressing his anger, Wen Rong said patiently, "When can I see Master Xie again?"
"Everything has its own plan."
Can you speak human language?
Wen Rong pulled the corners of her lips stiffly and said, "Then I..."
"Sorry, Master has a rule that you can't say anything twice. You've run out of opportunities. Please follow me."
She said something like "MMP" but didn't know whether she should say it or not. Xie is really pretentious, a little too much.
However, she was just a small passerby and could not do anything to the son of a business tycoon, so she had to give up and go home.
Wen Rong's departure indirectly changed the course of the entire story, just like the butterfly effect.
Some were trying to find their starting point, but they didn't realize the administrator had already opened a special channel for those who came from behind. Catching up was difficult, and surpassing was even more difficult. Caught in this dilemma, Wen Rong's brain cells were running out, and under the pressure of the tyranny, she had no choice but to return home defeated.
The butler returned to the reception room and said in a hoarse voice, "Mr. He, the young master invites you in."
"Okay." Xu Jing opened his eyes, stretched and walked inside.
"Wait, you can't bring a peach wood sword. You can't bring anything related to evil spirits, that's the rule."
There were so many rules, Xu Jing didn't even bother to complain. What kind of treatment could he possibly go in with nothing? Even a charlatan would have to act mysterious and convincing. How could he perform his magical powers if he took away all the tools? Could he really heal illnesses with his mind?
The housekeeper didn't care and watched Xu Jing take off all his equipment, leaving only a Taoist robe covered with patches. "Come with me."
The butler led the way, taking him through another long corridor.
Adhering to the principle of neither seeing nor hearing, Xu Jing safely passed through the corridor and the living room and arrived at Young Master Xie's bedroom.
"Bang, bang!" The butler knocked on the door twice, and the knocking turned into pounding on the door. "Master, Mr. He is here."
"Come in."
The pleasant voice passed through the corridor like a reassurance, completely waking up the drowsy Xu Jing.
The door opened automatically and Xu Jing walked in.
What caught my eye was a large white bed. The interior decoration and even the furnishings were all white, a sea of white that looked like flowers in the fog.
The person sitting in the middle of the bed was dressed in black, which covered his sickly white complexion.
Xie Zhiyi is almost synonymous with thinness and muscle weakness. With a body that's skinny and bony, it's hard to find any words to describe his physique. If there is one, it's the beauty of bony beauty.
Xu Jing looked at his strong arms and thought he could break them with just some effort.
Such a skinny and beautiful boy, when he raised his eyes, there was a deathly silence in his eyes.
The eyes are the finishing touch to the face and the window to the soul. Through this window, Xu Jing saw only a tranquility that was unperturbed. His desireless demeanor was no less than that of a high monk in a temple.
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