Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 46: The Actor in the Jar
Lin Yao and the maid stood directly opposite.

The vertical pupils on the latter's face made him unsure whether she was looking at him.

Or looking at something.

"She can't speak?"

Lin Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw traces of stitches under the maid's vertical pupils.

Perhaps because of the passage of time, new flesh has grown to cover the suture area.

"Someone doesn't want her to talk?"

When Lin Yao was thinking, he saw the maid raised her hand and pointed to a house not far behind them.
"She wants me to go to that house and take a look?"

After doing this, the maid walked into the depths of the corridor without looking back.

Lin Yao watched her back disappear around the corner and go to the next floor of the inner house.

"The embroidery thread can't get into that room."

Lin Yao stopped at the door of the room pointed by the maid, and the remaining embroidery thread returned to his sleeve.

He looked around the house, and when he and the woman went to Lilac Cottage, Lin Yao noticed something unusual about the house.

In this ancient house, except for the outer courtyard which looks a bit desolate when you first enter the house, the decoration of the inner house is exactly like the place where wealthy and prominent families in ancient times stayed.

The door in front of me was covered with mottled red paint, and it seemed that it had been deserted for a long time and no one had lived there.

But on both sides of this house, there are small courtyards similar to Lilac Cottage. Why is this house the only one that is dilapidated and desolate?

Lin Yao raised his hand and knocked gently. The knock was a bit dull, as if there was something blocking the door, and no sound came from the room.

He came to the window of the room. In ancient times, most houses used oil paper to seal the windows, which made it convenient to do anything.

Lin Yao poked lightly with his finger, but encountered resistance.

"Is this place sealed?"

He picked off the oil paper from under his fingers, and all that came into view were blue-gray bricks and tiles.

Lin Yao returned to the door and opened it, and a wall made of bluestone bricks and tiles appeared before him.

"The door is sealed with blue bricks."

Lin Yao frowned slightly. In this situation, the things in the room might be very dangerous.

He put his hand on the brick wall, and the embroidery thread penetrated into the wall, but was blocked and stopped on the other side of the wall.

Lin Yao stood in front of the door with a frown on his face. Since the maid had reminded him that there was something wrong with this room, there were only two possibilities.

One is that there is something you want in this room.

The other possibility is that she wants to use me to get the things in this room.

Lin Yao stood in front of the door. He remembered that the maid suddenly appeared in front of him and Xiaoqing.

At that time she was holding a tray in her hand, but when we met again, the tray had disappeared.

Lin Yao groped the wall and found a groove higher up than the threshold.

He leaned over to look and saw a yellow object covering the opposite side of the groove. He didn't know whether it was yellow paper or cloth. He thought that this object was blocking the embroidery thread.

The embroidery thread slowly entered the groove and stopped again when it reached the other side.

Lin Yao controlled the embroidery thread and tried to find a gap around it, but it was in vain.

"What on earth does she want me to do?"

Lin Yao put away the embroidery thread and when he stood up he found that the woman was standing behind him, looking at him quietly.

"Come with me to the theatre."

The woman did not ask him what he was doing. After saying this, she walked ahead on her own.

Lin Yao looked at the green brick wall again and followed the woman.

Shortly after he left, the yellow cloth on the other side of the wall was lifted, and a pair of hands stretched out from the groove. The arms paused for a moment at the place where Lin Yao had just stood, and then retracted again. The vermilion lacquered door slowly closed, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Yao followed the woman, and their final destination was the desolate outer courtyard.

However, unlike when he first came in, a stage has been set up at the gate of the outer courtyard.

There was a bustling crowd of people sitting below the stage. The woman led Lin Yao through the crowd and sat down not far from the stage.

Lin Yao looked at the space beside her, which should be reserved for the ceramic doll.

He looked at the audience behind him, who were sitting on different chairs than the woman.

They sat on the ground in groups of three or four. After the woman arrived, they waited quietly for the opera to begin.

While Lin Yao was helping the woman prepare tea and snacks, she was constantly testing the audience behind her with the embroidery thread.

"Are they all strangers?"

Lin Yao's brows furrowed even more tightly. The information from the embroidery thread couldn't be wrong. But where did these people come from?

He placed the teacup next to the woman's hand and had the most likely answer in his mind.

These people are from Fengmen Village!
But he had clearly used embroidery thread to spy on the rooms in the village.

The room was as cold as a coffin, and there was no sign of life inside.

Where did these people come from?
"That room, do you want to go into?"

The woman took a sip of the tea in the cup and suddenly asked.

Lin Yao nodded without saying anything.

"Water the flowers early tomorrow morning, then go check it out."

The woman put the teacup back on the table and tilted her head to look at the empty seat next to her.

"Where did you go to play again?"

At this time, the sound of gongs and drums came from the stage.

Lin Yao looked towards the stage following the sound, and saw the curtain for the actors to enter the stage being lifted.

A group of people came out carrying an urn, put it on the stage and then left the stage.

The outer courtyard fell completely silent, and the sound of gongs and drums gradually began to rise.

The humming and humming of opera echoed on the stage.

But there were no actors on the stage; all people saw was an urn.

Lin Yao stood beside the woman with her eyes closed, as if waiting.

The sound of gongs and drums stopped, and a head dressed as an actor emerged from the jar.

Unlike the previous graceful opera, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Lin Yao secretly glanced at the woman next to him, but he didn't expect that the latter was actually watching the performance of the actor in the jar seriously.

"Is the actor's body in this jar?"

Lin Yao turned sideways and looked behind him. The audience was listening with rapt attention. Those who were closer to the stage even had fanatical glints in their eyes.

"I've never heard the opera this actor sang before. What he's singing now sounds more like some kind of funeral oration."

Lin Yao listened carefully. Although the actor's voice was hoarse and unclear, he could hear it to the end.

He felt a unique rhythm in the sound.

Coupled with the hoarse voice of the actor, it seems more like a mourning confession than an opera.

"He's singing a rite for these villagers?"

On the stage, the actor's voice stopped and returned to the jar.

After he left the stage, the audience quietly left beside Lin Yao and the woman.

"Your heels don't touch the ground."

Lin Yao now feels more and more strange. This ancient house must have some connection with Fengmen Village.

Two strange sisters and the villagers of Fengmen who are unknown whether they are alive or dead.

Lin Yao stroked his chest. Huang Niupi had been silent since he gave a hint at the end of Lanruo Temple.

"You still have to rely on yourself."

Lin Yao sighed lightly and decided to go to that room early tomorrow as the woman said.

Perhaps what she really meant was to let Lin Yao see the maid.

If there was a person hiding in that room, then the tray in the maid's hand would make sense, but who sealed it with those blue bricks?
"Let's go back to the cottage. You can stay in the side room and don't come out after midnight."

The two returned to Lilac Cottage, and found that the lights in the courtyard had been lit without them knowing when.

The woman returned to her room on her own as before.

Lin Yao originally wanted to chat with her, but now he had to go back to the room.

He lay in bed, thinking about what had happened along the way.

Suddenly I felt dizzy and fell asleep in a daze.

late at night.

A figure appeared outside Lilac Cottage.

It walked straight to the compartment door and raised its hand.

"Dong dong."

(End of this chapter)