Miss Yun and the Nighttime Visit to the Shrine

Now that it's dark, something interesting must be about to happen.

Yu Xing put the note in her pocket, walked to the window, and listened intently for a while.

The courtyard outside was dark and unclear, but there was a constant rustling sound—even with Yu Xing's superhuman hearing, he could only barely make out that something was sliding on the ground.

Night has fallen, have the water snakes emerged from their burrows?

Yu Xing glanced subconsciously at the Bronze statue the Snake Woman he had placed at the foot of the bed, only to find the floor empty.

Where's the Bronze statue?

Yu Xing narrowed her eyes. "Yi Qing, you put that little Bronze statue away?"

"Ah, I put it on the table. Actually, the Bronze statue originally had its eyes closed, but they opened when you got them. Isn't that obviously a trap? I was afraid it might kill people in its sleep, so I put it away from you."

Yiqing floated up behind, pointing to the low table next to the cabinet. "There... wait, it's gone."

The low table was also empty.

Yu Xing: "..."

Yi Qing was taken aback. "... Oh dear, I lost it?"

It's probably not that he lost it; the Bronze statue grew legs and ran away.

It must be said that the woman with a human body and a snake tail depicted in the Bronze statue is indeed something special. She was able to leave a bloody mark on Yi Qing's face before, and now she can disappear silently right under Yi Qing's nose while Yu Xing is sleeping.

Yu Xing's eyes flashed, a barely perceptible calculation flickering within them, before she lowered her voice and said, "Forget it, now is not the time to worry about where that thing went. Perhaps the water snake that was being worshipped sensed that the number of Bronze statue was incorrect and summoned Bronze statue back."

"Hmph, that thing does have some skill." Yi Qing lowered her voice, as if she had thought of something, her expression revealing a hint of disgust. The last few words were so low that even Yu Xing couldn't hear them, "Yin Yang City..."

"Listen," Yu Xing, raising her index finger, "Someone's coming."

To be precise, someone passed by.

The sound of a door opening could be clearly heard from across the street. Footsteps echoed across the ground, through the courtyard, and toward the row of houses where the Bronze statue was enshrined.

Yu Xing peered through the hole in the window that had been poked out by someone before him, and could only see the back of a woman.

The woman... is Miss Yun.

The woman quietly walked to the front of the house, reached out and opened the door that the Woodcutter hadn't dared to touch during the day. She looked around cautiously before slipping inside.

Yu Xing then observed the other three abandoned houses; their houses remained completely undisturbed.

Why was only Miss Yun allowed to enter the offering room among the four people?

Is it because she and the water snake being worshipped are both depicted as women? Or... do the other residents have different roles?

The Woodcutter people along, reminding everyone to eat on time.

The child in the center acts as a messenger, and his body is closely related to the state of the Bronze statue.

Miss Yun has the right to enter the offering room.

So... what's so special about Song the Scholar in all of this? Is it his methods? For example, could Song the Scholar already be in Zhao Yijiu's dream right now?

"Yiqing, go next door and see if Zhao Yijiu is asleep." Yu Xing suddenly realized that in this place, it wasn't something they could control just by having willpower.

"Ha." Yi Qing chuckled lightly, calmly standing still and fanning himself, as if responding to what Yu Xing had just said: there are many ways to communicate, but he just found it convenient for him.

No matter how many years have passed Sheqing Ghost died, he will still hold a grudge and be petty.

Yu Xing knew that Yi Qing truly didn't want to be a tool anymore, so he had no choice but to give up on using him and let Zhao Yijiu handle the crisis on her own. Now he had to keep a close eye on Miss Yun, and the question he needed to consider was whether to push open the door and follow her now, or stay in the room and wait for Miss Yun to come to him.

If you were to push the door open and go out, you would be going against the rules the Woodcutter had spoken of, and there would be unnecessary unknown risks.

But...

Yu Xing curled the corners of her lips into a smile.

Who cares? It's all about the thrill, isn't it? The rule that you can't go out after dark is definitely not mandatory. The scene isn't very big, and the things inside are limited. If you absolutely can't go out, the restrictions on the participants would be too harsh.

Thinking this, he stood in front of the small hole for another two minutes to make sure that Miss Yun wasn't just going in for a quick look and then coming out. Then, someone quietly pushed open the wooden door.

The soft creaking sound was well suppressed to a very low decibel level. Yu Xing squeezed out of the door little by little and soon stepped onto the ground in the yard.

He closed the door again as before, and subconsciously glanced at the room where the Lingren lived.

This night is destined to be anything but peaceful; the Lingren will surely make their move.

After only a few seconds, Yu Xing turned and walked towards the offering room. The deserted house at night was a world apart from the daytime scene. The already dilapidated scene was even more eerie and creepy under the darkness. The shadows cast by the eaves were like a breeding ground for ghosts and monsters, and even the wind seemed to carry faint eerie cries.

Yi Qing followed behind him, like a ghost haunting him.

To avoid disturbing anything that shouldn't be disturbed by the footprints, Yu Xing subtly used the power of the curse to levitate herself, achieving true silent progress and quickly arriving at the door.

Both he and Yiqing could float, but at this moment he was somewhat envious of Yiqing's ability to pass through walls. If he wanted to go in now, he would probably disturb the Miss Yun inside.

After thinking for a moment, he chose the door on the right, because the eerie power emanating from the right side was the weakest. Miss Yun was either in the "side room" on the left or in the "main room" in the middle, so the chance of them bumping into each other was not high.

After finding out what was going on, Yu Xing pushed open the door and entered.

A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, sounding like a woman's sigh.

It was dark and quiet inside, and there was indeed no one in sight.

This was Yu Xing's first time directly visiting the offering room. He had only heard about it for the past half day, and now that he was here in person, he was quite curious.

This place was indeed a bit dangerous. He crept deeper into the room in the darkness. Night vision didn't help him much. Clearly, the darkness in the room was mixed with a special power, and it wasn't just a matter of light and shadow.

The further you go in, the more pronounced the feeling of being watched becomes.

After walking about ten meters forward, the feeling of being spied on came from all directions, including above and behind him. It seemed as if many, many people were standing around him, all staring at him.

Could it be Bronze statue?

But there are only seven bronze statues in the side rooms, so why is the oppressive atmosphere so strong...? And is this dilapidated house only about ten meters long in total?

Yu Xing wrapped his body in a curse, blocking out most of the pervasive chill that was seeping into him, and tentatively glanced to the side.

As he expected, Yi Qing, who was with him, disappeared without him noticing.

Is the ability to operate silently and disregard the strength of forces another major characteristic of Yin Yang City?

With some random thoughts running through her mind, Yu Xing took another step forward, but still didn't touch the wall.

Moreover, even the common furnishings in the room, such as cabinets, tables, stools, and even the altar for the Bronze statue, were all absent.

It was as if he had entered another dimension, because everything around him was blurry and indistinct, not only in terms of time but also in terms of space.

Until something slippery swam past Yu Xing's trouser leg, its hard scales brushing against her skin.

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