[Our little Mu is a bit dim, but he's figured out some of the household pecking order all on his own.]
[Hahahaha, of course asking Gugu directly won't work, but asking Zhizhi is a different story.]
[Shipping Gugu and Zhizhi comes as easily as drinking water.]
[These two really are an old married couple. My master and his wife are exactly like this. Whenever I can't finish my lessons, I wheedle his wife into putting in a good word for me, hehehe.]
Mu Xingchen quickly put the remaining half of the Despondent Ghost into the Gourd, then looked at Qi Gu and Lin Hanzhi with obedience written all over his face. "Yay."
Beneath the inky night sky, long corridors and buildings with double-eaved hip-and-gable roofs stretched before them. The paths through the General's Mansion ran in straight, perpendicular lines, making it difficult to go wrong with a map. Before long, the three stood before the artificial hill.
The depths of the artificial hill, already too dark to make anything out in daylight, were now a mass of thick, utter blackness, like a pool of spilled ink. Nothing inside could be seen.
The artificial hill had been built from jagged Taihu stones, carefully arranged and landscaped by craftsmen of old to create a rockery covering roughly forty to fifty square meters. A winding path ran through it. Back when it had been open to the public, many tourists had liked to explore inside, only to emerge disappointed.
Because it was simply an ordinary artificial hill, no different from any other.
"I'll go in first and see whether I can bring the Opera Ghost... Zeng Qinghuan out. You two wait here." Qi Gu's tone was firm, allowing Lin Hanzhi and Mu Xingchen no room to argue.
The path through the artificial hill