My enemies became my companions

Chapter 545: The White Lotus Sect Has a Trick (Additional Four-in-One)

About ten days later.

Lifeng Pavilion traveled day and night from the south to the southeast, and inquired about Min Ning's news several times, but few people knew about him.

For Zhong Hou, one of the reasons was that Min Ning's whereabouts were hidden too well, and due to the chaos in the southeast, many intelligence organizations had lost clues. Even if they had information, it would be worth a fortune, and there was no guarantee of its authenticity. The second reason was that they had no roots in the heart of Dayu, so it was not easy to find someone.

However, the reason why Lifeng Pavilion has been able to stand for so many years is not only because they are located at the border of two countries, but also because they have an excellent reputation, act patiently and accurately, and have a success rate of 70%.

Killers have always been the group that is best at adapting to local conditions and responding to changes.

Since the White Lotus Sect is rampant in the southeast of Huguang and Jiangxi, then the White Lotus Sect can naturally be a partner and an spies. Moreover, only the White Lotus Sect would be more willing to share intelligence with a killer organization like them.

Five days later, after asking for instructions, Zhong Hou met the incense master of the White Lotus branch in a dilapidated temple on the shore of Poyang Lake.

"My friend from the north is always staring at the sparks in our stove. Would you like to borrow a light?"

Zhong Hou took off the short sword from his waist and laid it flat on the ground, speaking in jargon: "If you want to borrow fire, you need to add more wood. The wood we brought is harder and burns more resiliently than reed stalks. We just want to borrow fire."

The incense master suddenly laughed out loud, and the church members who were patrolling outside heard the noise, and seven or eight torches suddenly gathered at the window. It was not until he raised his hand to wave away the crowd that the flickering light and shadow on the wooden window paper dispersed into the night again.

"You guys are not just borrowing fire." He fiddled with the brazier and said, "You northern barbarians are interesting. You want our intelligence without doing any work or effort."

“We pay.”

"In this world, money is useless. We just need people to work hard." The incense master said, "We in the White Lotus Sect need help. If you help, we will help you find someone."

Zhong Hou pondered for a moment, then smiled and took out a bronze medal from his pocket, "This is my medal, I'm betting it on you. We helped."

"Okay... let's talk slowly."

That night, Zhong Hou reported everything that happened after the meeting.

"Although we can withdraw at any time, I am afraid there is something fishy about the matter of the Demon Refining Abyss."

"No venture, no gain." The mask flashed with cold light, and the leader said coldly: "Do it, get the information first. This time I will do it myself, even if Chen Yi comes, I will kill him anyway."

Zhong Hou nodded heavily, believing in the striker's ability completely.

Soon afterward, a group of people from the Lifeng Pavilion arrived at the White Lotus headquarters under the introduction of the White Lotus members. Their presence was enough, as the White Lotus had gathered a group of elite soldiers and would set off tomorrow.

The White Lotus Sect held a grand banquet with delicacies from land and sea to cheer everyone up, and it was not appropriate for the people from Lifeng Pavilion to be absent.

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Zhong Hou was half drunk. He saw a man in plain clothes walking slowly out of the darkness. His clothes were somewhat out of place with the surroundings.

Zhong Hou raised his glass and went to toast him. Seeing that he was young, Lang smiled and complimented him, "It's a great honor to meet a hero. May I ask your name?"

"Chen Yi."

"Chen...Yi?"

Many words flashed through Zhong Hou's mind, perhaps "yi", "yi", or "yi", and finally he inexplicably stopped at the last word, "yi".

His eyes widened and his pupils shrank, reflecting Chen Yi's slightly narrowed eyes. He immediately stopped his expression, revealed a simple smile and said, "I have heard of Captain Chen's name a long time ago."

Chen Yihui asked, "May I know your name and where did you make your fortune?"

"My surname is Zhong and my given name is Hou. I don't have a given name. I only do rough and strenuous labor, but I can't make any money."

After saying that, Zhong Hou exchanged a few words of greeting and slowly retreated. Then he saw Chen Yi turn around and leave. He slowly made a gesture to Feng Zhu who was not far away.

Gu Jue's eyes narrowed slightly, and he walked away slowly and calmly.

It's a great time to enjoy the beautiful scenery and drink some wine.

There was a hidden sword on his sleeve, and he was approaching slowly and silently from behind.

Suddenly, a laugh came from nearby. It was the Holy Son of the White Lotus Sect.

"Come, Master Feng, let me introduce you. This is our honored guest, Captain Chen Yi."

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Let’s go back a few days to when Chu Yiyuan returned to the White Lotus Sect.

There was no dawn in the gloomy sky, and the ground was covered with fog. The grass and trees along the road were sparse, with dead trees connected to each other. Desolation could be seen everywhere. Chu Yiyuan and his group were walking on such a road.

Chen Yi is far away, and there is nothing he can do now. He can only return to the main temple of the religion and await his fate. It is almost like waiting to die. Chu Yiyuan dare not run away, and he cannot run away. He has to go back as soon as possible and ask for leniency.

But there is little hope.

It was inevitable that he would suffer a disaster. Chu Yiyuan stayed up all night, thinking about committing suicide so that he could preserve his heroic reputation.

When they reached the riverside, Chu Yiyuan and several of his close associates gathered together and took out the remaining silver and gold leaves from their pockets. It was time to spend all their wealth and go their separate ways.

Everyone had different expressions, some were sad, some were happy, but they were all hesitant. Chu Yiyuan usually had the trust of everyone, so at this moment he still couldn't bear to leave.

He Yong, a close confidant, refused and said, "Don't say that... Master, the outcome is still uncertain. Who knows, maybe Islam will just be abandoned as an ordinary believer, or it will make a comeback in 20 or 30 years."

Chu Yiyuan interrupted, "Twenty or thirty years later, we will go to the underworld and make a comeback."

Seeing that this group of people were still hesitating, Chu Yiyuan didn't care anymore and just forced the silver and money into everyone's pocket. If anyone wanted to give it back, he would just beat them back.

He said, "I have been cursed with blood, and I must die. You should leave to avoid being implicated by me. If the righteous cause fails one day, you can keep the flame alive and raise the banner again in the future!"

After he finished speaking, Chu Yiyuan drew his sword from its sheath. After everyone looked at each other, he turned away. After a few steps, he looked back with tears streaming down his face.

After the people had gone far away, Chu Yiyuan stood by the river for a long time. His face was reflected in the river water and the cold light on the sword was shining. However, he still could not make a move and just hesitated blankly.

The mind was stagnant for quite a while, and for no reason, the thought of "hurry up and do it" burst out in the mind. It was extremely simple, as if death was not a difficult thing. In an instant, death had lost the complex meaning of farewell to the world, and there was only pain. People are afraid of pain, extremely afraid of pain, but as long as they understand that after a moment, even the pain will be gone, then the heart will not hurt. If the human heart does not hurt, what is the physical pain? If the heart does not hurt, then there is no heart... Thoughts were like the eastward flowing river, and Chu Yiyuan waved his hand, and the sword was about to fall.

At this time, the sun rose from the mountains on the other side, the mist retreated, and a brilliant golden scene came into view. He vaguely saw the sunlight coming from the top of the mountain, getting closer and closer, shining in all directions, and there was someone standing in the light.

King Ming?

Chu Yiyuan stared for a long time at this time, even forgetting about death. There was silence in all directions, as if the world had just been created. How could he not have felt the majestic sun before, shining brightly in all directions!
The world seemed to stop suddenly. Chu Yiyuan was still standing there. Suddenly, he realized that the sunlight had moved from one end to the other. He looked carefully, but could not see the person clearly. When the fog gradually cleared, he could see the person's face clearly and burst into tears.

"I'm not dead!"

Chu Yiyuan fell to his knees on the ground, almost hugging Chen Yi's legs.
"You're finally back!"

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So the confidants who had left gathered together again.

Everyone felt as if they were in a dream. They thought Chu Yiyuan had no chance of survival, but they never expected that Chen Yi would come back from Longhu Mountain.

Chu Yiyuan had wiped away his tears and said, "Now that Master Chen has agreed to go with us to the headquarters, we have a chance to survive."

The confidants were naturally filled with gratitude and were about to kneel down to express their gratitude when Chen Yi waved his hand and asked, "How far is this place from your headquarters?"

He Yong, who was always smart, said quickly, "It's not far, it's only four or five days by boat."

Chen Yi nodded slightly. If he took Donggong Ruoshu and Yin Tingxue away from Longhu Mountain, they would definitely be hunted everywhere. In that case, the best place to go would be the White Lotus Sect.

Moreover, although he killed many people from the White Lotus Sect, he has always been a brother of the Ming Cult of the White Lotus Sect. His sincerity is visible to the naked eye.

"Take us to the main temple right now. I want to... meet your leader."

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The calamity of the red sun is over, and the white sun is about to rise.

Just like Buddhism is divided into three Dharma eras, and the Mingjiao is divided into three periods, the White Lotus Sect is also the same. They divide the three periods into Qingyang, Hongyang, and Baiyang, representing the past, present, and future respectively. They believe that at the end of the Qingyang and Hongyang periods, the world will be in chaos and evil will be killed; the "final disaster" at the end of the Hongyang period will be the last great disaster in the world. At that time, plague will spread, people will starve to death, and the world will change its form. After this disaster, it will be the time of Baiyang, when the White Lotus Sect will be regarded as the orthodox religion, and the world will enjoy the blessings of the Mother of No Birth.

Three or four days passed in the blink of an eye, and before us was a gray valley covered with mist and densely packed with towering ancient trees, which obscured the entire sky. The dim color made this place look like a corner of the underworld.

The sunlight could not shine in, as if the prophecy of "the end of the red sun" was fulfilled.

After walking across a stone bridge, I suddenly saw bubbles on the surface of the river. A black fish jumped out of the water. There were patterns on its head that looked like a human face, and its gills fluttered, making whimpers like a baby crying.

Chu Yiyuan whispered: "He Bo collects the bridge toll, good luck, good luck."

As he spoke, he threw a copper coin into the water. The fish grabbed the coin and sank to the bottom of the river. The water surface suddenly became calm.

There were crisscrossed branches along the way, with sticky spider webs hanging down, and the corpses of unknown insects stuck on the webs. Chu Yiyuan and his group were walking on such a road. When the soles of their shoes rolled over the dead leaves, they could hear a crunching sound, like whispers.

The closer they got to the depths of the valley, the darker the sky became, with only a slight gleam of light. In the corner of Chen Yi's eye, human faces suddenly appeared between the wrinkles of the tree bark.

Chu Yiyuan said: "Those outsiders say this place is like the underworld."

Before he could finish his words, a pair of bony claws suddenly stretched out from the roots of the tree, grabbed his ankle and tried to pull it into the soil.

Chen Yi looked at him and shook his head, "No."

He stomped his foot on the ground and scattered a piece of talisman paper. Immediately, an old woman's miserable howls came from underground, and the surrounding ancient trees all leaned back three feet to make way.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had been to the underworld, and it wasn't as strange and bizarre as this place.

Yin Tingxue clutched Chen Yi's hand with some fear. The Eastern Palace girl felt a chilly breeze here, just like returning home.

Chu Yiyuan hissed in pain, leaving three bleeding scratches on his ankle. At this time, Chen Yi asked: "Does everyone who comes in have to go through this?"

"No... you don't know, most people won't go through this," Chu Yiyuan said with a wry smile, "because of the disaster in Wuchang, they want to take me to the palace for trial."

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I don't know how long I went deep into the cave.

The gloomy aura along the way was so strong that it made people feel cold all over. Yin Tingxue looked at the strange scenes along the way with trepidation, and intuitively felt that there was no place in the world more like the devil's way than this.

Beyond the trees, a palace appeared before us.

The eaves have flying arches, bronze gates, and walls made of huge stones, which are very ancient, as if they were a palace rising from the ground.

The towering palace extended down to a long staircase, and then to a white stone avenue. There was no one on either side, and the place was completely dead silent.

Before Chen Yi had time to ask where the other White Lotus members were, he saw Chu Yiyuan and other White Lotus members kneeling forward in panic as if they had seen something.

"Chu Yiyuan."

An old and muddy voice came over, making people shudder. Chen Yi wanted to look up at the person who was speaking, but found that the voice came from deeper in the darkness.

Chu Yiyuan and the others prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to raise their heads, with trembling voices bursting out of their throats:
"Greetings to the Holy Mother! I deserve death!"

After the words fell, there was no response for a long time. Behind the heavy curtains in the palace, there was only dead silence.

After a while, a different voice suddenly came.
"Hey, who did you bring here?"

The voice sounded neither male nor female, neither yin nor yang. He was not the same person as the White Lotus Mother from before. He seemed to have noticed that Chen Yi's breath was longer than that of an ordinary person, so there was a hint of surprise in his voice.

Chu Yiyuan looked up and was about to answer: "He, he, he..." He said it several times but couldn't finish his answer, and Chen Yi walked straight past him and went towards the palace alone.

Chu Yiyuan was horrified by his offensive behavior and wanted to stop him, but he didn't even have time to grab the corner of his clothes. Chen Yi took a few steps casually and arrived in front of the long steps.

There was a barely perceptible murderous aura spreading inside.

"Okay, okay, okay... Come closer, let me see..."

Chen Yi walked up the stairs slowly, then stepped into the door and squeezed through layer after layer of curtains. Chen Yi lifted the last layer of curtain and saw the person inside.

The bronze lamps cast long, thin shadows on the stone walls.

A withered old woman was sitting on a high platform in the hall.

She was wrapped in a grayish white robe, with jagged shoulders beneath the loose fabric, and the skin on her neck was like wrinkled bark. The weirdest thing was her face. The left half of her face was covered with brown spots, and her eyes were cloudy, but the right half was as smooth as a girl's, and even her eyelashes were black and thick. The two halves of her face were split apart at the bridge of her nose, as if someone had roughly sewn two bodies together.

How creepy is that?

Chen Yi couldn't help but feel disappointed. Why were the other White Lotus Saints all mature women with a voluptuous and charming appearance yet still holy, while his was just an old mother?

"Who are you?" She grinned, the younger half of her lips bright red.

"Holy Mother, he's in mourning clothes but carrying a sword. He might be a big shot in disguise." Someone nearby laughed with a sinister voice. Chen Yi turned his eyes and saw the person who had just spoken.

Four figures in colorful robes stood beside the Holy Mother of the White Lotus. They must be the saints of the White Lotus Sect, and that man was one of them. He was wearing a yellow robe, with a jade lotus embedded in his eye socket, and the edges of the petals were stained with coagulated blood scabs. He came closer, looked at her carefully, and asked with his finger raised: "Who are you? Whose family are you from?"

"The current Ming Cult member, the former West Factory Captain, Chen Yi, Chen Zunming."

call!
There seemed to be a cold wind blowing, and the palace suddenly became colder. It seemed as if countless eyes in the palace fell on Chen Yi in an instant, and the whole room was silent.

The Yellow Robe Saint slowly reacted, raised his eyebrows, and asked with interest: "Chen Yi... the traitorous and disrespectful Chen Qianhu?"

"good."

"Interesting, interesting..."

The words haven't finished yet.

A cold light flashed suddenly!
A single-edged sword slipped out from the sleeve of the yellow-robed Saint Son at some point, and it slashed towards Chen Yi's throat with a sharp light.

Chen Yi did not move a muscle. The sword suddenly stopped a few inches away from his neck. No matter how hard the Yellow Robe Saint tried, he could not move forward even an inch. The sharp sound of the sword was chilling.

Chen Yi raised his eyes slightly and asked, "Is this the White Lotus Sect's way of entertaining guests?"

The yellow-robed Saint grinned in an inexplicably terrifying smile, and his head seemed to nod slightly.

Chen Yi also laughed, and his laugh was even more terrifying than his.

The yellow-robed Saint made his move again. He moved his feet and slid away. The muscles in his arms suddenly swelled, and he stabbed with another knife, carrying a cold and chilling wind, like a streak of black lightning.

Before the straight blade touched Chen Yi's robe, it was deflected to the side by a force that came from nowhere. The yellow-robed Saint's eyes were filled with surprise and he was about to turn around and chop again.

Chen Yi was leaning forward, and the yellow-robed Saint's hair stood on end. Before he could step back, a huge force hit his neck and smashed him to the ground. Cracks appeared in the stone bricks with a loud bang.

The Yellow Robe Saint felt a buzzing sound in his head, as if his spine was broken. He raised his knife and chopped fiercely in panic, but before his knife fell, Chen Yi grabbed his arm.

All the saints on the field were shocked and drew their weapons at the same time, but the Holy Mother of White Lotus was still sitting there, motionless.

"Coincidentally,"

The yellow-robed Saint was like a rabbit in an eagle's claws, struggling in vain. Chen Yi's figure was shrouded in a shadow.

“This is also my way of hospitality.”

In front of the White Lotus Mother, Chen Yi grabbed his arm and crushed it.

The sleeve tore apart with a sharp sound, and the arm of the Yellow Robe Saint, along with his flesh and sleeve, was squeezed into a ball. When Chen Yi let go, blood oozed out and dripped from his fingertips.

The whole hall was startled by the painful howling of the Yellow Robe Saint.

Chen Yi walked past him and slowly came to the front of the White Lotus Mother.

"Enough is enough."

The White Lotus Mother raised her skinny right hand slightly.

The colorful-robed saints who were about to pounce suddenly stopped, like puppets with strings pulled.

The young half of the White Lotus Mother's face showed a smile: "Is Captain Chen here to seek revenge, or to surrender?"

"You and I are brothers. Brothers quarrel within the walls, but we should defend ourselves from external insults," Chen Yi said slowly, "but first, we need to see each other's sincerity."

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What is sincerity?
For someone like Chen Yi, what else can sincerity mean?
"Here and there, just to find the flowers and willows, here and there, never get tired of drinking from the golden cup!"

Yin Tingxue sniffed and looked at Chen Yi who was carelessly hugging another woman, playing rock-paper-scissors and drinking, and clinking glasses over there.

On the other side, the ones who entertained Chen Yi were naturally the remaining three saints. Compared to his unruly behavior over there, the three saints, on the other hand, were not interested in women and behaved like gentlemen.

Chen Yi raised his wine glass, smiled at them and asked, "There are many beauties in your sect. Two for me is not enough. Why don't you have one for each of you?"

Cihang, who was dressed in purple, said, "We chant the Buddha's name and observe the precepts. We are careful not to kill, steal, commit adultery, lie, or drink alcohol. We are all sisters in the church, and there is no distinction between high and low. Without the will of the Holy Mother, we dare not act rashly. Qianhu's kindness is appreciated."

Chen Yi seemed to be drunk, just nodded slightly, and it was not known whether he understood or not. The fragrant breeze blew, and the soft jade was in his arms. The clothes were half covered. He hugged her without any hesitation, opening and closing her arms, looking like an old gentleman who often visited brothels.

The woman in his arms was extremely shy, blushing timidly, and seemed unable to agree. The sight of her wanting to speak but being too shy seemed like a huge temptation.

Chen Yi was calm.

That's it?

Not even as good as Yin Weiying who looks like a skeleton.

To be honest, this is the excitement of the world. We still have to abide by some Confucian etiquette to avoid the collapse of rituals and music. It cannot fully satisfy the desires of Chen Yi, the demon from outside the domain.

Drinking and feasting with these saints was, firstly, to show closeness, and secondly, to gather intelligence. Chen Yi deliberately revealed some weaknesses so that the White Lotus Sect could grasp them and thus bring them closer.

A person who has absolutely no weaknesses and rejects all temptations cannot be considered as a demon, nor can he be approached by the righteous.

Chen Yi glanced at the three saints again. The one in red robe was called Chi Zunzhe, the one in blue robe was called Qing Lianzi, the one in purple robe was called Zi Cihang, and as for the yellow robe saint who did not come, his name was Huang Du Ren. Perhaps they had other real names unknown to outsiders, but these names were easy to understand and could be easily understood by the followers of the White Lotus Sect.

In addition to these four holy sons, there are three more holy sons. The seven persons are red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue and purple, just like rainbow candies.

This is why the old saint and Zhu E both despised the White Lotus Sect. Not only were their teachings simple and crude, mixing in various gods and Buddhas, but they also modified countless scriptures in order to attract followers.

Chen Yi didn't care about these. He came to the White Lotus Sect not only because he was worried about a trick from Longhu Mountain, but also because he wanted to see what the White Lotus Sect was trying to do. Now the Heroes of Longhu Mountain were clearly gathering people to encircle and suppress the White Lotus Sect, but looking at the White Lotus Sect now... they wouldn't just wait to die, would they?

"Since Qianhu is here to help on behalf of the Divine Religion, then that's perfect. We also have something to ask of you."

coming.

Chen Yi asked with a smile on his face: "May I ask what's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal. Longhu Mountain is now ignorant and has recruited many people from the underworld. Their so-called 'righteous ways' are rampant and they want to overthrow our White Lotus Holy Sect. In this case, we certainly can't let them succeed."

Zi Cihang chuckled and continued:

"There is a place, I wonder if Qianhu has heard of it..."

Chen Yi pretended to listen attentively.

"Demon Refining Abyss."

When Zi Cihang finished speaking, Chen Yi was slightly startled. After a moment of silence, he said, "May I ask why you mentioned this?"

"Longhu Mountain claims to be a righteous people, saying that they are the so-called demon-slaying and demon-eliminating people, doing good deeds and spreading justice. However, in the Demon Refining Abyss, besides demons, there are also people, the evil people they call them. They are suppressed here for nothing, enduring day and night torture, and being refined to death. They, Longhu Mountain, say that they just don't lend a hand and watch the life and death, but if this is true, how come there hasn't been a single demon that escaped in all these years?"

Zi Cihang said word by word:

"They were all sacrificed to death!"

Although Chen Yi had heard Chu Yiyuan talk about the rumors about the Demon Refining Abyss, he turned a deaf ear to it. But now, after experiencing some things, when he heard Zi Cihang's story again, he couldn't help but be half-believing and half-doubting.

But he still had doubts, and he had to find out the truth first. He slowly asked, "Son, you're not asking me to go into the Demon Refining Abyss alone, right?"

Zi Cihang waved his hand and said, "Of course not. Our two sects are of the same blood. How could we let Qianhu take the risk alone?"

Chen Yi thought to himself that the last sect that shared the same blood was the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Inexplicably, he thought that if Zhou Yitang were here, perhaps she would glance at him and smile knowingly.

Zi Cihang was unaware of Chen Yi's complaints and continued, "The Demon Refining Abyss is a forbidden area in Longhu Mountain. It has been 1,700 years since Longhu Mountain was founded. Countless demons have been suppressed and refined there, including some great demon lords. It has become a Fengdu Demon Realm. As long as the White Lotus Sect and I enter it, rescue and drive them, we can destroy Longhu Mountain from bottom to top with a surprise attack."

"Since it's a forbidden area, how do we get in?" Chen Yi said, "Too few people won't work, and too many people won't work either. We also need enough elite troops."

"Captain, you are very knowledgeable. We recently discovered a secret passage leading to the Demon Refining Abyss in a ruin. After asking the Mother of No Life for divination and making detailed calculations, we will enter with a force of 500 people this time, and all the elite troops will be present. Not only us, but even the Holy Mother will accompany us to provide support."

Chen Yi's face was calm, his hand unconsciously let go of the woman in his arms, his mind full of mixed thoughts.

There is a trap in Longhu Mountain.

There is something fishy about the White Lotus Sect!

It is easy to tell whether Zi Cihang's words are true or not, there is no need to lie, but the question is whether to lie or not, it does not affect what he said, so he only said half of it.

If he intentionally misleads others at that time, he will become a pure tool. Not only will he make a wasted trip to the White Lotus Sect, but he might even end up in a ditch.

The purpose of the White Lotus Sect entering the Demon Abyss was definitely not as simple as releasing demons. From what he knew, it was more likely that there was some secret realm inside, just like the Chu Tomb that Chu Yiyuan and others had previously excavated.

After all, the deity behind the White Lotus Sect today is most likely an ancient Chu god.

Now, the card that Chen Yi can least expect and rely on the most from the White Lotus Sect is his identity as a clairvoyant. Apart from this, perhaps it is the unpredictable Zhou Yitang.

With the double guarantee, plus his martial arts and Taoism, Chen Yi drank the wine in the bowl and said with a smile: "Then I will go out to have fun these few days to conserve my energy."

After the banquet, Chen Yi left with the top performer in his arms.

The White Lotus Sect wreaked havoc from Huguang to Jiangxi, causing devastation to thousands of miles of people. It also attracted tens of thousands of followers, including many prostitutes in brothels who made a living by selling their smiles. They were either abducted or voluntarily surrendered and joined the sect.

The one who served Chen Yi at the banquet was naturally the top courtesan in Changsha Prefecture. The charm in her eyes flowed naturally, and I wonder how many men's souls she had attracted.

Chen Yi looked drunk, and he walked quickly towards the room with his arm around the man. The top girl looked at him with contempt, as she had thought he was a handsome young man, but he turned out to be such a rough man.

When they arrived at the previously arranged house and pushed open the door, the top performer had charming eyes and said in a soft voice, "Why don't you go wash up first, and I will serve you later?"

Chen Yi frowned, looking very dissatisfied. After the top performer said three or four words of persuasion, he reluctantly picked up the bath towel, turned around and pushed the door to enter the bathroom.

"Tsk, he reeks of alcohol, and is rude and barbaric." The top performer cursed inwardly. Fortunately, she was used to seeing all kinds of people. Then she fixed her makeup in front of the mirror and waited quietly.

She looked around and found that the little maid beside him had disappeared. She didn't care too much. She just yawned and continued combing her hair.

However, no one came out of the bathroom for a long time, which seemed a little weird.

The cold wind that came in through the window swept across the back of my neck, and the bronze mirror suddenly reflected the shadow of the wooden cabinet. The top girl's hand holding the comb trembled, and the sound of water in the bathroom stopped at some point.

A cold wind blew through the room, and the top performer couldn't help but feel frightened. She pushed open the bathroom door, but didn't see Chen Yi.

What about people?

She stood there in astonishment and suspicion, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a corner of a wooden cabinet gradually emerging from the bronze mirror.

That's a coffin!
Suddenly, a pale green face appeared from behind.

Ghost!

..........
The top girl fainted on the ground, and the little fox rolled out of the coffin.

Donggong Ruoshu couldn't help but shook his head when he saw that this woman was frightened.

She scared Chen Yi and Yin Tingxue several times along the way, but neither of them was frightened once, let alone fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yi, who was originally invisible to the top-ranking lady, slowly walked out of the bathroom. He wiped the water droplets from his hair and casually glanced at the top-ranking lady on the ground.

Then, he turned his attention to Yin Tingxue.

Yin Tingxue felt a little embarrassed.

"Little fox, why were you jealous again at that time?" he said meaningfully.

“…No.” Yin Tingxue denied subconsciously.

"You're jealous, you think I can't tell?"

Chen Yi sat down on the bed casually and said lightly:
"come over."

"What's wrong?"

Yin Tingxue was a little timid, but still walked over carefully.

"kiss Me."

Yin Tingxue hesitated for a moment, but still leaned her head closer to take a peck, then quickly withdrew her head.

Then he reached out his hands and embraced her, pulling her to lie on the bed, "Hey, my little fox."

Chen Yi held her in his arms with a satisfied look on his face, kissed her cheeks and hair, and leaned against her. Yin Tingxue did not struggle or resist, but let him hold her, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
He is so childish...

(End of this chapter)