Guided by Yingzhu, Xie Manshu came to Chu Xiangyu's boudoir.
Yingzhu went ahead and reported, "Miss, someone is here to see you."
Chu Xiangyu still stood on the couch motionless, and even when Xie Manshu walked up to her, she did not react at all.
Xie Manshu reached out to pat her cheek, but Yingzhu stopped him sternly, "What are you doing?"
"Miss Chu is in catatonia. She won't react unless she's stimulated."
Xie Manshu slapped him without hesitation.
There was a crisp and loud "pop" sound.
Chu Xiangyu trembled all over, as if waking up from a dream.
Yingzhu walked quickly to her and said happily, "Miss, are you awake?"
"What's wrong with me?" Chu Xiangyu held her forehead and asked blankly.
Seeing Xie Manshu, she showed a puzzled look that didn't seem fake, "Sister, who are you?"
Seeing that Chu Xiangyu didn't recognize him, Xie Manshu felt relieved and said softly, "Miss Chu, take good care of yourself. I'll take my leave."
After leaving Chu's house, she looked at her hands with a smug smile on her face.
This is the hand that hit the daughter of the leader of the martial arts world. You have to wear gloves and be careful.
Miao territory.
A man walked into the restaurant and immediately attracted the attention of other guests.
The reason was simple: the visitor was dressed in plain white and simple attire, completely different from the Miao people here.
The bartender asked, "Are you from the Central Plains?"
"I came to look for an old friend."
The voice is clear and cool, without any dust.
The girl looked up, and the jingling of her silver jewelry made the sunlight particularly dazzling.
She stared at him for a moment with an offensive look, then stood up and said, "Please come in."
The backyard of the restaurant.
The old man stroked his long white beard and looked at the visitor, and a few hoarse laughs came out of his throat.
He said, "Why are you here, sir?"
Qing Xuan smiled and said, "I heard that your family has been raising Gu for generations, and they only changed their profession in the past ten years."
"Sir, do you have a grudge against someone and want to vent your anger through poison? Or are you ill and think you've been bewitched by a witch?"
The old man narrowed his eyes, a sneer on his face. "What kind of poison is this? It's just a legend. The humidity here is so high that most people from the Central Plains can't adapt to it. Please go back, young master."
The bartender took a step forward and extended her hand toward the door, as if to see a guest off.
Qing Xuan was neither anxious nor annoyed, and asked again: "Eighteen years ago, did a young man named Chu come to look for you?"
The old man placed his hands close to his ears and opened them. Qing Xuan noticed that his five fingers were covered with wounds, and the fingertips were an unnatural black and purple color.
He looked at the bartender and said, "My hearing has been getting worse over the years. Ah Yang, what does this young man want to ask?"
The girl raised her voice and repeated, "Grandpa, he asked you if you had met a young man named Chu eighteen years ago."
"Mr. Chu?" the old man laughed. "This man has been coming and going for eighteen years. Who can still remember him?"
"But there must not be many people from the Central Plains who come here to visit you, and..."
Qing Xuan paused and said slowly, "I'm here to ask for help from the Gu King."
The old man was startled when he heard the voice, raised his eyes to look at him, and a light flashed in his turbid pupils.
He clenched the wooden stick tightly in his hands and his whole body was shaking violently.
"Grandpa!" Ayang was frightened and hurried to support him.
The old man gradually calmed down and waved his hand, saying, "I don't know, please go back, young master!"
Qing Xuan remained unmoved and continued to ask, "Don't get excited, old man. I just want to know where you guided him after that."
The old man pursed his lips tightly and refused to say another word.
“Chirp!”
A yellow ball flew over the courtyard wall and landed in front of Qing Xuan.
Qing Xuan stretched out his arm, and the fat cat landed on his hand, staring at him with its tiny eyes.
Qing Xuan frowned, "Why are you here?"
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