"You keep it! Whatever demons or monsters come, I'll cut them down with one sword!"
Fu Hua spread her hand, and an exquisitely crafted antique paper umbrella appeared in it.
"Watch your strength, though. If Yangzhou City gets destroyed, we'll have to move again. That'd be such a hassle."
Cang Xiaoxuan stopped trying to persuade her, only continuing to remind her worriedly.
"..."
Fu Hua did not answer.
A while later, though they did not know the exact time, it should have been around eight in the evening by modern standards.
The sky had completely darkened. However, unlike other dynasties—or rather, other regions—Yangzhou City was still brightly lit. Especially around the canal, where flower boats from various brothels were moored on the river, drawing countless scholars and refined gentlemen.
Yet Lu Manor was so quiet that it sent chills down one's spine.
Just then, a knock suddenly sounded outside Fu Hua and Cang Xiaoxuan's room, startling Cang Xiaoxuan badly.
"Blockhead, a g-ghost... a ghost is here!"
Cang Xiaoxuan clutched the Gatling in her arms and hid behind Fu Hua.
"It isn't a ghost. Ghosts wouldn't knock. Someone has come—Cang Xiaoxuan, go open the door..."
Fu Hua glanced at the figure outside the door and shook her head. It was not some ghost or monster.
"Open the door... what? I'm not going! If anyone's going, it should be you!"
Cang Xiaoxuan froze, then hurriedly shook her head.
Even if it was not a ghost, what if the Immortal Chiyuan had guessed wrong? She was not going, anyway. The immortal was not afraid, so the immortal could go herself.
"..."
Fu Hua was even more speechless at Cang Xiaoxuan's reaction. She was an Armed Doll made of Soul Steel—could ghosts really eat her?
Even gods and immortals could do nothing to