"Shut up! You disturbed my erotic dream."
A sharp rebuke suddenly rang out in the night. In an instant, everything fell silent.
The six men in the courtyard froze at the same time, their laughter catching in their throats as though invisible hands had seized them by the neck.
After a long while, Bao Xiaoqin was the first to come back to her senses.
She released her spiritual sense, spreading it silently in all directions like an invisible net...
The front courtyard was empty. The moonlight was dim and ghostly; everyone had already gone to sleep.
The rear courtyard...
Other than the six men in the yard, there was nothing.
Bao Xiaoqin's brows furrowed slightly.
Li Qiang, who had fallen from the roof, was staring fixedly at Wu Laoer and the scar-faced man. His eyes were so wide they looked ready to pop from their sockets.
Trembling, he said, "G... ghosts!"
Like Bao Xiaoqin, who was still leaning naked against the wooden tub inside the room, he carefully swept his gaze over the entire rear courtyard again.
Nothing.
Not a single person.
The six men, along with the woman inside, were all stunned.
At this hour, the innkeeper, waiters, and guests in the front courtyard should either have been dreaming or pretending to sleep.
Even if there really had been some outrageously bold guest, the sight of six murderous assassins would have scared them into pulling their heads beneath the blankets.
Who?
Who was so bold?
Who had casually shouted in front of six killers who lived by the blade, claiming that they had disturbed their erotic dream?
And then vanished into thin air, without leaving even a ghostly shadow behind?
The autumn wind swept through the old locust tree in the courtyard, and its withered yellow leaves rustled as