White-Clad Woman, Little White

After crossing the Bitterwater River, the carriage proceeded slowly along the narrow road.

Before long, they arrived outside the Auspicious Inn in Falling Flower Town.

This time, however, the two of them were turned away at the door.

The innkeeper took one look at the stone coffin in the carriage and, no matter how Wang Xian pleaded or how much money he offered, refused to let them in.

With no other choice, Wang Xian had the attendant point out another route.

They drove the carriage along the road and arrived before a deserted residence.

The lanterns hanging on either side of the gate swayed in the air without any wind. As the breeze passed, the shattered lanterns let out a wailing sound that made one's hair stand on end.

Wang Xian climbed down from the carriage, pushed open the heavy gate, and slowly drove the carriage inside.

Shangguan Ruoyan felt somewhat heavy-hearted. She had never expected the innkeeper of Falling Flower Town to refuse Wang Xian.

Enraged, she cursed, "They probably never saw that terrifying scene on the Bitterwater River. They must be blind!"

Wang Xian sighed, removed the stone coffin from the carriage, and carried it into the main room in the courtyard.

After looking around, he said indifferently, "Clean things up. This place is still quieter than the wilderness!"

Looking at the scene before her, Shangguan Ruoyan's face paled slightly. She tugged at Wang Xian's sleeve. "Wang Xian, aren't you afraid?"

Wang Xian wiped away his sweat and laughed. "Afraid of my ass? Last night, you slept like a pig while I ran around by myself. Who knows how many monsters I slaughtered?"

Shangguan Ruoyan smiled bitterly. "Ah, if I'd known, I would have gone with you to the Red Chamber to meet that Chunxiang girl."

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