"What else do you know about the Xi Residence?" Gao Ming climbed to his feet, still keeping a safe distance from Bai Huang.
"All I know is that the Fortune God is taking a wife tonight. Everyone at the wedding feast will receive a blessing. From then on, fortune will smile on them, and calamity will leave them alone." Bai Huang's head ached a little. Whenever she thought for too long, red threads appeared in her pupils, but she was completely unaware of them.
Taking another step back, Gao Ming hadn't forgotten his main reason for coming. "Have you seen someone named Zhang Mingli in the Xi Residence?"
Gao Ming described Zhang Mingli's appearance to Bai Huang. To his surprise, she nodded and gave him a crucial piece of information.
"There's a cellar in the Xi Residence. That's where they choose the Nightfolk. In a wine jar at the very back, there's a man being pickled. He looks just like you described—his face does, at least. His body..." Bai Huang thought for a long while before gesturing with both hands as she continued, "His body doesn't match his face. They say he's Madam Xi's first husband, and the first Nightfolk."
Bai Huang's words gave Gao Ming pause. From her description, it seemed the Fortune God was also holding a part of Zhang Mingli captive. Just what was so special about the true body of that teacher who carried a Scripture Scroll around every day?
"Can you take me to see him?"
Gao Ming had barely finished speaking when, before Bai Huang could answer, the sleazy voice of the peach-eyed wedding attendant came from outside the door. "The wedding night hasn't even begun. Why have the candles gone out? Nightfolk, Nightfolk, are you in there?"
Bai Huang exchanged a glance with