Inside the house, Du Yu kept looking around at the bodyguards. What struck him as strange was that four or five of them had enormous antlers growing from their temples, just like Mountain Demon and Wraith.
Could they be connected somehow?
As though she were back in her own home, Weaver Girl walked across the creaking wooden floor and led the two upstairs.
The sight on the second floor left Du Yu puzzled.
Three men were ganging up on another man.
Calling it a beating was generous. It looked more like torture.
A man with disheveled hair was tied to a chair, his bare torso covered in wounds.
The three men beside him kept striking him with various weapons. The man being beaten seemed strange, as though he felt no pain at all. Even when he took a devastating blow, he merely grunted.
At a table not far from them sat a girl who looked seventeen or eighteen, arranging flowers while humming a pop song. Her voice was lovely.
Her fresh, ethereal appearance stood in stark contrast to the man beside her, whose blood had splattered all over the floor.
"Sister Meng," Weaver Girl said softly with a smile.
The girl arranging flowers paused at the sound, then slowly turned around, revealing an extraordinarily sweet smile. She was the very picture of a bubbly young girl.
"Weaver Girl!" Her voice was as gentle as her appearance. She put down the flowers, picked up a towel to wipe her hands, and came over cheerfully. "I never expected you to come visit me."
Du Yu frowned. He had jumped to conclusions again... Did "Meng Po" necessarily have to be an old woman? Did the boss of a lawless place like this have to look like a vicious fiend?
Unlike the mortal world,