I'm Ximen Qing, living in a ghost story!

"This landlord isn't any better. Changting... cough cough, those women who turned into half-demons are already miserable enough, yet they still have to be humiliated in this way! It's utterly incomprehensible!"

Chunmei couldn't help but curse.

Yu Jing, who was standing to the side, touched his nose, feeling somewhat guilty.

He did feel it was a bit excessive, but that was part of Yunxianglou's unique characteristics.

Meanwhile, Ximen Qing followed closely behind these maids dressed as half-demons.

But in his heart he was thinking about something much deeper.

If the fox demon really did choose its target from among the guests...

Of those officials who came to the building for leisure, there must have been a dozen or so who "won the lottery".

Isn't it the greatest tragedy to turn their daughters into half-demons and then stigmatize them in this way, allowing the people involved to enjoy it?

This fox demon is quite interesting.

With these thoughts in mind, I walked quickly and soon arrived at my seat.

With an eager smile on his face, Yu Jing couldn't wait to get to the railing and look down.

In the center of the main hall of the central pavilion, there is a large drum large enough for more than a dozen people to stand on.

Light gauze ropes hung down from all directions, with musicians and dancers suspended in mid-air, playing music together.

Accompanied by the shaking in the air, it presents a 360-degree surround sound effect.

"Brilliant!"

Ximen Qing couldn't help but clap his hands.

This skill is indeed remarkable.

At this moment, the warm-up in the arena was over, and a woman descended from the sky, landing lightly on the drum surface through the hanging curtains, making a muffled sound.

Boom!

Like a morning bell and evening drum, it awakens the sleeping soul.

Everyone was unconsciously drawn to the voice, turning their attention to the woman.

Wow!

The next moment, the curtain was drawn back.

A beautiful woman with a lovely face appeared, holding a pipa. Her feet danced swiftly on the drumhead, accompanied by music from all directions.

A magnificent movement has begun!

"Good! Miss Yan'er is out!"

"She is truly a celestial maiden!"

"I admire you, Miss Yan'er! Give me a chance!"

"I'm willing to pay a fortune to have a heart-to-heart talk with Miss Yan'er this very night!"

……

Shouts rose and fell from the crowd.

It was just like the concert that Ximen Qing had attended in his past life, only with fewer people and more upscale decorations.

His gaze was fixed on Yan'er in the distance, as if trying to discern something.

Unfortunately, he was too far away, and he didn't have any effective means of identifying demons.

He could consult spirit mediums, but as for demons, unless they exuded demonic energy, Ximen Qing really couldn't tell the difference.

However, whether or not it is a demon is not important.

Since Yan'er is the top courtesan in Yunxiang Tower, she is the most suspicious. Even if she is not a fox demon, she may be part of the same group.

Hearing the beautiful singing in his ears, Ximen Qing subconsciously patted the railing.

The swallow's singing voice truly lived up to its reputation. With the addition of string and wind instruments, it gave people a feeling of openness and tranquility, and was very refreshing.

When the music ended, thunderous applause erupted.

"That's interesting!"

"Huh? The music changed? She's only singing one song?"

Behind him, Cui Ji looked at Yu Jing, who was still savoring the moment.

"Of course, Miss Yan'er is a master of music, and it is already an honor for us to have her deign to sing a song! Alas, I wonder when we will hear her voice again!"

Yu Jing said with a sense of loss.

He was one of those shouting fans; he was a die-hard, fanatical fan.

Watching the young lady Yan'er leaving in an orderly fashion, Ximen Qing stroked his chin and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yu, is there a place to relieve yourself here?"

"Oh! Yes! This floor is to the east. I can have a maid take you there..."

"No need, I'll be right back. You guys keep watching!"

Ximen Qing waved his hand and walked straight out of the private room.

Some maids were walking along the corridor. Hearing the commotion, they quickly looked over, but all they saw was a blur and nothing at all.

【梁上君子】Passive voice.

This allowed Ximen Qing to move freely and unscrupulously through the hidden corners of the ornate buildings without attracting attention.

After circling around the second floor, they ran into Yan'er and her group who were leaving from the first floor. It seemed they were heading to the upper floors.

This is already the inner area, and guests are not allowed to enter. A large group of maids escorted the top courtesan of Yunxiang Tower and hurried her upstairs.

It was clear that Yan'er's face showed impatience.

Ximen Qing followed closely behind them, keeping a distance at a distance.

However, as she passed the boundary of the third or fourth floor, a commotion came from below, growing louder and louder, causing Yan'er to stop in her tracks.

"What happened?"

Her voice was high-pitched and full, and even when she was angry, it was still very pleasant to listen to.

"Replying to your question, young lady! It seems someone has died down there!"

"Um?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan'er turned her head sharply.

"What did you say?"

"A guest died in the private room."

The maid who rushed over spoke in a trembling voice.

In the distance, Ximen Qing frowned.

What a coincidence!

He's not some childlike detective like Conan, who's incredibly intelligent; he can't possibly get into trouble every time he goes somewhere!

No way?

"Damn it! You few go up there and obey the landlord's orders! The rest of you, come with me and take a look!"

Yan'er sighed in exasperation, turned around, and headed downstairs.

Ximen Qing, on the other hand, turned sideways, passed by the ceiling, and walked around to the outside of Yunxiang Tower to look down.

Sure enough, chaos had already broken out on the first and second floors, with crowds surging around.

"OP?"

Ximen Qing glanced at the stairs leading up to him, then at the stairs below, and gritted his teeth.

The landlord that Yan'er mentioned earlier must be a key figure, according to his intuition.

But right now, Cui Ji and the others are still down there.

That's enough!

Ximen Qing glanced upstairs, then ultimately transformed into a wisp of breeze and rushed down from the pavilion.

They flew straight down and arrived at the same time as Yan'er and her group.

After getting past the maid's gaze, Ximen Qing returned to his private room and saw several figures leaning against the railing, watching the commotion.

"Cough cough cough, what's wrong?"

"Huh? I thought Fubuki-nii hadn't come back for so long because he went to see the fun."

Yu Jing turned his head and looked at him with a hint of mockery.

"No, I just had some snacks and wasn't feeling well, so I stayed a little longer than usual. When I came out, I heard a commotion. What happened?"

Ximen Qing made a casual remark and glanced at Cui Ji.

"It seems a woman died in one of the private rooms, and the people over there are demanding an explanation!"

"Oh? How did he die?"

"I don't know, but a few people from Yunxianglou just came and asked us not to leave the private room to avoid any misunderstanding. It seems they still haven't found the culprit!"

Chunmei answered quickly.

"Young Master, I think I just overheard something. Two busybodies were sent back, and they were muttering something about their faces being gone."

Laiwang raised his hand in response.

Yu Jing, on the other hand, was completely bewildered. "Wait, we were just here together, how come I didn't notice anything?"

Ximen Qing nodded and was about to leave to see what was going on.

Then a furious shout came from downstairs—

"You wretch! Prepare to die!"