The reason why the Bai Mansion is so famous in this area is probably largely due to the White House.

The reason why it is called the White House is, of course, because of its white color. When it was first built, the walls were covered with white ash, and the owner planned to make some decorations. Other places had been going smoothly until the turn of the West Garden House, when strange things began to happen frequently, so it had to be shelved. To this day, the White House is still out of tune with the carved beams and painted buildings in other parts of the White Mansion, and its whiteness is creepy.

"A room with three big locks and three bolts. No matter how hot the summer is, it is always cool around it, just like being in an ice cellar. According to the owner of the Bai family, when his father was a child, he was playing with a ball and the ball rolled to the door. When he went to pick it up, he couldn't help but take a look at the crack in the door."

When Jin Ling said this with a stern face, he saw Wei Wuxian beside him reaching his hand into the coffin and seemed to lift up the eyelids of the corpse, and he was immediately choked.

Wei WuXian heard him stuttering and turned to look at him: "Did you take a look at the crack in the door?"

The group of Lan family juniors behind him also turned their eyes to him. Jin Ling paused and said, "... He took a look at the crack in the door, and then stood there in a daze, unable to move for most of the day. When his family found him and dragged him away, he fainted, had a severe fever, and was confused and didn't remember anything. From then on, he never dared to get close again.

"After midnight, no one is allowed to leave the house, especially not near the white house. This is their family's strict rule. But after a certain time in the night, even though there is no one inside, you can hear the old wooden boards creaking. And this."

Jin Ling clenched his fists and gestured murderously:

"It's like the sound of a hemp rope slowly tightening, trying to strangle something."

A few days ago, when the servant of the Bai Mansion was cleaning in the early morning, he passed by the Bai House and found a small hole the size of a finger poked on the thin paper window of the wooden door of the Bai House. And a man was lying on the ground at the door.

He was a strange man that no one in the Bai Mansion had ever seen. He was in his forties, with a dark face, bulging veins, and his five fingers were deeply pinching his heart. He had already died.

The servants were terrified, and so was the master. After a lot of trouble, the palace soldiers came to a conclusion: this was an unlucky night thief who had accidentally broken into the restricted area of ​​the White House, saw something, triggered a heart attack, and was frightened to death on the spot. As for what the "something" was, they removed all the seals and locks of the White House and searched it, but they were still confused.

But since someone had died, the owner of the Bai family knew that he could no longer make do with it, so he pretended that there was nothing left in the Bai House.

If this evil is not eliminated, there will be endless troubles. He gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage, went to Jinlin Terrace and paid a large sum of money to Lanling Jin to come to his house for a night hunt.

This is the previous situation.

Lan Jingyi held onto the coffin lid and said in a broken voice: "Senior Wei, are you okay? This person has been dead for a few days. Even a walking corpse doesn't smell this bad..."

Lan Sizhui helped him hold it together, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "The coffin is simple, and this charity cemetery is leaky and no one is looking after it. It's inevitable that it will be left there for a few days. Hang on, we still need to take notes."

Jin Ling snorted and said, "For a thief who stole something, it's good enough to give him a coffin to keep his body. Do you think he should be worshipped as a Buddha?"

Wei WuXian poked the corpse for a long time, and finally raised his face from the coffin, took off his gloves and threw them away, and said, "Have you finished reading it all?"

"finish watching!"

Wei WuXian asked, “Okay, now that you’ve read this, tell me what we should do next.”

Lan Jingyi said: "Call the spirits!"

Jin Ling sneered: "You don't have to tell me, I've already tried it."

Wei WuXian asked: “How?”

Jin Ling said: "This person's obsession is not strong, his soul is too weak, and he was frightened to death. The first seven days have passed, and he has completely dispersed and cannot be brought back."

Lan Jingyi: "It makes no difference whether you have tried it or not..."

Lan Sizhui said hurriedly, "Then let's go to the white room. Let's go. Master Jin, thank you for leading the way." He pushed Lan Jingyi out the door as he spoke, successfully killing their new round of meaningless conversation at the beginning. A group of young people stepped over the threshold, many of them jumped over it, and walked briskly. Although Jin Ling led the way, he fell behind them.

Lan Si asked Jin Ling, "Has anyone died in the Bai Mansion in the past, or is there any old secret case?"

Jin Ling said, "His master insisted that there was absolutely no such thing. The few old people who died all died of old age, and there was no conflict among the people in the mansion."

Lan Jingyi said, "Oh no, I have a bad feeling. Normally, if someone says this, there must be some kind of conflict, but they are just hiding it and refusing to say it out."

Jin Ling said, "Anyway, I have checked again and again, and I can't get anything out of you. There is nothing unusual in what I found. You can try again."

Because he had done all the homework he could beforehand and had seen the White House several times, he did not enter the White House this time and sat down at a tea stall outside. Not long after, a black shadow floated over.

Wei WuXian sat across from him and said, “Jin Ling.”

There were two exquisite figures sitting on the small tea stall at once, which was quite eye-catching, causing the tea girl on the stall to look back frequently in her busy schedule.

This was the first time Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling had met since they parted at the Guanyin Temple, and it was only now that they had a private conversation. Jin Ling paused, his expression unpredictable, and said, "What's the matter?"

Wei WuXian asked, “How are you doing in the Golden Scale Terrace now?”

Jin Ling said: "That's it."

Speaking of which, the journey of the Bai family master to Jinlintai to hunt was full of twists and turns.

If it were a few years earlier, when the Lanling Jin Clan was at its peak, he might not have been able to get the Lanling Jin Clan's direct descendants to come even if he increased the reward tenfold. In fact, let alone hunting, the Bai family, an ordinary merchant family with money but no power and no face, would not even think of visiting them. Now the situation in the Xuanmen is different from the past. Although ordinary people do not know the details of the drastic changes, they have heard about it vaguely. It was because of this that the owner of the Bai family tried it with the mentality of "just in case".

He nervously went to the gate and handed in his name card, explaining his purpose. The guard accepted his bribe and reluctantly went to report. When he came back, he turned hostile and said the master refused and drove him away. It didn't matter if he left, since he didn't really want to invite him anyway. He was just annoyed that the guard took the bribe and still had such a bad attitude, so he asked for the red envelope back. After a few words, at this moment, a handsome young man in a gold-star snow-wave robe came out of the red gate, and saw this unbearable situation, and immediately frowned and asked.

The guard was hesitant now. The master of the Bai family saw that although the boy was still a half-grown child, he was probably of high status, so he hurriedly explained the whole story. But the boy flew into a rage when he heard it, and knocked the guard off the Golden Scale Platform with one palm, cursing, "The master said to drive people away? How come I didn't know!"

Then he turned to him and said, "Your family is the Bai family, 20 miles west of the city? I remember that. You go back first, and someone will come to find you in a few days!"

The Bai family's master returned home in a daze. A few days later, a group of young men from aristocratic families really came to his door. Little did he know that they were the head of the Lanling Jin family.

Of course, he had no idea that the Lanling Jin Clan was in such a state of chaos right now.

The guard did not inform the real head of the family, Jin Ling, but went to inform another elder of the Lanling Jin Clan. When the elder heard that even such a merchant dared to step on the golden ladder of the Lanling Jin Clan, he was furious on the spot and asked him to drive the man away. However, he was bumped into by Jin Ling who was about to go to the hunting ground.

Jin Ling knew that the elders of these families were arrogant and claimed to be from a century-old family. No matter what, they would never lower their status and would not meet anyone except the most prominent. First, he always hated this kind of behavior. Second, he was angry that the guards would bypass him and report to others when something happened, and treated him as nothing. Third, when Jin Guangyao was alive, which student or guest dared to accept bribes in this way, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. It just so happened that he had originally arranged to go hunting with Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and others this month, so he went to the Bai family.

If he were honest with himself, he couldn't say that he hadn't expected Wei Wuxian to come along.

Although Jin Ling was unwilling to tell others about the twists and turns, there were countless eyes staring at the Golden Scale Terrace, and countless mouths were idle, and the news had already reached Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian knew that he would not give in, so he said, "Ask your uncle if you have anything to say."

Jin Ling said coldly: "His last name is not Jin."

Hearing this, Wei WuXian was startled, then he understood, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Speak properly!"

Jin Ling let out an "owl" and his face, which had been forced to remain tense, finally cracked.

Although the slap didn't hurt at all, Jin Ling felt as if he had suffered great humiliation, especially when he heard the tea girl's sweet laughter. He covered his head and roared, "Why did you hit me!"

Wei WuXian said, “I hit you because I want you to think about your uncle. He is a man who doesn’t like to meddle in other people’s business, but he went to other people’s houses to show off for you, and was poked and pointed at by others. Now you say that his last name is not Jin, and if he hears it, he will be chilled.”

Jin Ling was stunned for a moment, and said angrily: "That's not what I meant! I..."

Wei WuXian asked back, “What do you mean?”

Jin Ling said: "I! I..."

The first "I" was full of energy, while the second "I" was guilty and deflated. Wei Wuxian said, "I, I, I, let me help you to say this: although Jiang Cheng is your uncle, he is still an outsider to the Lanling Jin Clan after all. He has intervened several times to help you before, but if he interferes too much in other people's territory and stretches his hands too far, it will inevitably become an excuse for others to attack him in the future, which will bring him trouble, right?"

Jin Ling was furious: "Nonsense! You knew that! Why did you hit me?"

Wei WuXian slapped him again with his backhand: “I’m going to hit you! Can’t you just say it nicely? How come such nice words sound so bad when they come out of your mouth!”

Jin Ling held his head and yelled, "You hit me like this when Lan Wangji is not here!"

Wei WuXian said, “If I had told him, he would have helped me beat you, believe it or not.”

Jin Ling said in disbelief: "I am the head of the family!!!"

Wei WuXian sneered, “I’ve fought against at least eighty patriarchs, if not a hundred.”

Jin Ling jumped up and rushed out of the tea stall, saying, "If you hit me again, I'm leaving!"

“Come back!” Wei WuXian grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up like a chicken, flattening him on the stool with his palm, saying, “I won’t hit you anymore, just sit still.”

Jin Ling was alert, and when he saw that he really had no intention of fighting again, he reluctantly sat down. The woman at the tea stall saw that the commotion had finally ended, and came over with a smile to add water. Wei Wuxian picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and suddenly said, "A Ling."

Jin Ling said to him: "What are you doing?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “I see you have grown up a lot this time.”

Jin Ling was stunned.

Wei WuXian stroked his chin and said, “You look, well, a lot more reliable now. I’m very happy, but also a little… how should I put it, actually, you were quite cute when you were silly like that before.”

Jin Ling couldn't sit still anymore.

Wei WuXian suddenly reached out his hand and hugged his shoulders tightly, ruffling his hair madly, and said, “But no matter what, I’m very happy to see you, a brat. Haha!”

Jin Ling didn’t care about his hair being messed up, he jumped up from the bench and rushed out, Wei Wuxian slapped him back again: “Where are you going?”

Jin Ling's neck turned red, and he said in a rough voice: "I'm going to see the white room!"

Wei WuXian asked, “Haven’t you already seen it?”

Jin Ling said: "I'll go check it out again!"

Wei WuXian said, “Since you’ve already seen it several times before, I’m sure there won’t be any new progress if you see it again. Why don’t you help me check something else?”

Jin Ling was afraid that he would say something embarrassing again. He would rather be slapped than be patted on the head and hugged. Thinking that this man could even say in public that he wanted to sleep with Han Guangjun, it was impossible to predict what would come out of his mouth. He hurriedly said, "Okay! What do you want to check?"

Wei WuXian said, “Let’s check if there is such a weird person in the local area, whose face has been slashed dozens of times, and whose eyelids and upper and lower lips have all been cut off.”

Jin Ling heard that he didn't seem to be talking nonsense, so he said, "Of course, but why do you want to check this kind of..."

Suddenly, the tea girl who was adding water said, "You are talking about the hook hand, right?"

Wei WuXian turned around and asked, “Hook Hand?”

"Yes." The tea girl had probably been listening carefully for fun, and as soon as she had a chance she interrupted and said, "He is the one you are talking about. Your accent doesn't sound like a local, but I'm surprised you know this person."

Jin Ling said: "I am also a local, and I have never heard of this person."

The tea girl said, "You are young, so it's not surprising that you haven't heard of him. But this person was very famous in the past."

Wei WuXian asked, “Famous? How famous?”

The tea girl said, "It's not a very good and famous method. I heard my great aunt's mother talk about it when I was a child. You can imagine how old it is. This hook hand, I don't know his name, he is a small blacksmith, although poor, but he has good skills, he looks decent, honest and hardworking. He has a wife, who is very beautiful, and he treats his wife very well. But his wife is not so good to him. She found another wild man outside and didn't want her husband anymore, so...she killed him!"

Obviously, the tea girl had been poisoned by this legend since she was a child, so when she poisoned others, she was also very vivid, with a very appropriate tone and expression. Jin Ling was shocked and thought to himself: "Women are the most poisonous!" But Wei Wuxian had been dealing with evil spirits for many years, and he had heard at least eight hundred similar stories. The story was rotten, so he just listened with his chin in his hand, expressionless. The tea girl continued: "This woman was afraid that people would recognize that this was her husband's body, so she cut off his eyelids and cut dozens of knives on his face. She was also afraid that he would go to the underworld and complain to the judge after his death, so she saw a newly made iron hook on the ironwork table and used it to hook off his tongue..."

Suddenly, someone said, "How could his wife do this? She actually used such a cruel method to harm her husband!"

Jin Ling was listening intently, and was startled by the voice. He turned around and found that Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and others had come out of Bai's house and crowded behind him, listening attentively. The sentence just now was exactly what Lan Jingyi asked. The tea girl said: "Well, the story of men and women is just like that. Whether it is despising the poor and loving the rich or liking the new and disliking the old, others can't tell clearly. In short, the blacksmith became a ghost, dying, and the vicious woman secretly threw him into the grave in the west of the city. Crows love to eat dead people and rotten meat the most. Seeing his face, they dare not even peck at the meat..."

Lan Jingyi is a person who can easily get emotional when listening to any story. He is an excellent listener. He said, "...It's too much... It's too much! Don't the people who killed him get retribution?"

The tea girl said, "Yes! Of course not. Although the young blacksmith was deceived, he survived the ordeal. One night, he crawled out of the grave and returned home. He pierced his wife's throat while she was sleeping as if nothing had happened. "She made a gesture, "and it tore it apart with a hook."

The youngsters had mixed feelings, horrified, yet relieved. The tea girl said, "After he killed his wife, he also slashed her face and hooked off her tongue, but his resentment did not subside. From then on, he started to kill beautiful women whenever he saw them!"

Lan Jingyi was stunned and shocked. He said, "This shouldn't be the case. Revenge is fine, but did other beautiful women provoke him?"

The tea girl said, "Yes, but he doesn't care. His face turned into that horrible look. When he saw a beautiful woman, he would think of his wife. He hated her so much. What could you ask him to do? Anyway, for a long time afterwards, young girls didn't dare to walk alone when it got a little dark. Even if they didn't go out, they didn't dare to fall asleep without their father, brother or husband at home. Because from time to time, there would be a body of a woman with her tongue hooked off thrown on the roadside..."

Jin Ling asked: "Is there no one who can catch him?"

The tea girl said, "It's impossible to catch him. After killing his wife, the blacksmith disappeared. He no longer lived in his original house. He was elusive as if possessed by a ghost. His body movements were extraordinary. It was impossible for ordinary people to catch him. Anyway, I heard that it took several years to subdue him. Now that this matter has been completely settled, everyone can sleep peacefully! Amitabha, thank God."

After leaving the tea stall and returning to the charity cemetery, Lan Sizhui asked, "Senior Wei, you suddenly remembered that this hook-handed man you were investigating is related to the evil spirit in the Bai Mansion, right?"

Wei WuXian said: “Of course.”

Jin Ling had guessed it to some extent, but he still had to ask: "Where is the relevant information?"

Wei WuXian opened the coffin lid again and said, “Inside the body of this flying thief.”

Everyone covered their noses again. Jin Ling said, "I have seen the body of this thief several times."

Wei WuXian grabbed him and said, “It seems you haven’t looked carefully enough.”

He patted Jin Ling's shoulder, and suddenly pressed down. Jin Ling lowered his head and came face to face with the thief's body in the coffin, whose face was ashen and eyes were wide open. A foul smell hit him, and Wei Wuxian said, "Look at his eyes."

Jin Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at the corpse's dull eyes. He only took one look and felt cold from his heels to his hair. Lan Sizhui knew something was wrong and immediately leaned over to take a look.

What was reflected in the black pupils of the corpse was not his own figure.

It was a strange face, with pupils almost completely filled up, uneven skin, knife scars all over, and no eyelids or lips.

Lan Jingyi jumped twice behind him, looking like he wanted to see but didn't dare to come up to see, and said, "Si Zhui, you...what did you see?"

Lan Sizhui waved his hand back and said, "Don't come over here."

Lan Jingyi quickly said, "Oh!" and took a few steps back.

Lan Sizhui raised his head and said, "Come to think of it, I have indeed heard of some folk legends like this. Sometimes the eyeballs will 'record' what a person sees before they die. I didn't expect it to be true."

Wei WuXian said, “It’s only like this occasionally. Because this thief was frightened to death, no matter what he saw, the impression would be extremely deep and indelible, so it’s useful. Under different circumstances, it might not be recorded. In a few days, the body will be completely decomposed and I’m afraid it won’t be seen anymore.”

Jin Ling still had doubts: "Since it is so unstable and it is a folk legend, can it be really believed?"

Wei WuXian said, “Whether it’s credible or not, let’s investigate it first and see. It’s better than just leaving it like that.”

Anyway, there was progress. Lan Sizhui decided to look for it in the graveyard west of the city. Wei Wuxian said he would accompany him, while the rest of the group went to look for the hook hand. After all, hearsay was not reliable, and the more information that could be found, the better.

Jin Ling disliked Lan Jingyi and thought that the place Wei Wuxian was going to would definitely be a better place for him to experience. However, he thought that he was unfamiliar with the Lanling area and that it might be difficult to lead without him, so he agreed to the plan and agreed to meet at Bai's mansion in the evening. After some investigation, the information they got was similar to what the tea girl said during the day, so the circulated version was basically the same. Therefore, Jin Ling and others returned to Bai's mansion first.

When it was dusk, Jin Ling walked back and forth in the lobby of the Bai Mansion and had a few rounds of arguments with Lan Jingyi. Wei Wuxian and Lan Sizhui had not returned yet, so he was about to go to the west of the city to look for them when suddenly the door was slammed open.

The first person to rush in was Lan Sizhui. He seemed to be holding something hot in his hand, and it fell to the ground as soon as he entered the room.

This thing was the size of a palm, and was wrapped in layers of yellow paper, revealing a moist scarlet color, with blood stains all over the surface of the talisman paper. Wei Wuxian followed him, stepping into the threshold leisurely, and saw people surrounding him in a rush, and he hurriedly shouted, "Scatter! Be careful of danger!"

Then the people scattered again. The thing seemed to be corrosive, slowly corroding the talisman paper on the surface, revealing the things inside.

A rusty iron hook!

Not only was it covered in rust, but it was also brightly colored, as if it had just been pulled out of human flesh. Jin Ling asked, "Is it the hook of the hookman?"

Lan Sizhui's school uniform had traces of burns and blood on it. He was panting slightly, his face slightly red, and he said, "Yes! There's something attached to it, don't touch it with your hands!"

At this moment, the iron hook began to tremble violently. Lan Sizhui said, "Close the door! Don't let it escape! If it escapes again, I don't know if I can catch it!"

Lan Jingyi was the first to rush over, slamming the door shut with a bang, pressing his back against it, and yelling, "Talisman! Everyone, use the talisman to smash it!"

Hundreds of talismans were immediately fired. If the people in Bai Mansion had not been informed by Jin Ling and had all hidden in the East Garden, the sound of fire and lightning would have been truly terrifying. Soon, the talismans were used up, and before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the iron hook began to bleed again.

Can't stop for even a moment!

Lan Sizhui couldn't find any talismans on his body, and suddenly he heard Lan Jingyi shouting, "Kitchen! Go to the kitchen! Salt, salt, salt! Salt!"

After he reminded them, several teenagers rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the salt shaker, and threw a handful of snow-white salt on the iron hook. This was a terrible thing, as if it was fried in a frying pan, and the rusty iron hook spit out white foam and hot air.

A smell like burnt meat filled the hall, and the blood on the hook seemed to be slowly being absorbed by the white salt. A young man said, "The salt is almost gone! What should we do next?"

Seeing that the iron hook was about to bleed again, this was not a solution, Lan Jingyi said: "At worst, we can just melt it!"

Jin Ling said: "It can't be melted!"

Lan Sizhui said, "Okay, melt it!"

He immediately took off his school uniform, jumped onto the iron hook, rolled it up, ran to the kitchen, and threw it into the furnace. Seeing this, Jin Ling's eyes were blazing with anger and he said, "Lan Sizhui! Lan Jingyi is stupid, so why are you so stupid too! You want to melt it with this fire?!"

Lan Jingyi was furious: "Who are you calling stupid? What do you mean I'm stupid and forget it?!"

Lan Sizhui said: "If the fire is not enough, then add some more!"

After saying that, he made a gesture and the flame immediately burst out with a wave of scorching air!

The others immediately realized what was happening and followed suit. Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi stopped arguing and focused on the secret technique. The fire at the bottom of the boiler suddenly became very strong, burning red, and their faces were also red.

After waiting for a long time as if facing a formidable enemy, the iron hook finally disappeared in the blazing flames. Seeing that there was no sudden change, Lan Jingyi asked nervously, "Is it solved? Is it solved?"

Lan Sizhui let out a breath. After a while, he went forward to check and turned back to say, "The hook is gone."

Once the attachment is gone, the resentment will naturally disappear as well.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Lan Jingyi, who was the happiest. He said, “I told you that you can melt it. Obviously you can. Hahahaha…”

He was happy, but Jin Ling was depressed. He didn't play a big role in this night hunt, and naturally there was no experience to speak of. He secretly regretted that he should have insisted on going with Wei Wuxian and the others to find the hook during the day, and he would never run away from the rear next time.

Unexpectedly, Wei WuXian said: “You guys are too careless in your ending. How can you make a conclusion at this point whether the problem has been solved or not? Don’t you have to verify it again?”

Hearing this, Jin Ling perked up and asked, "How do we verify it?"

Wei WuXian said, “Someone come in and stay for a night.”

“…”

Wei WuXian said, “If we stay in there for a night and everything is fine without any abnormalities, then I can pat my chest and say that the problem has been completely solved, right?”

Lan Jingyi said: "Who do you want to do this kind of thing..."

Jin Ling immediately said, "I'll do it!"

Wei WuXian knew what he was thinking without even looking at him. He patted his head and said with a smile, “Perform well if you have the chance.”

Jin Ling said dissatisfiedly: "Don't touch my head. Haven't you heard that men's heads can't be touched?"

Wei WuXian: “Anyway, it must be your uncle who said it, it doesn’t matter whether you listen or not.”

"Hey!" Jin Ling was shocked: "Who told me to ask him more questions before!"

The Bai Mansion arranged food and lodging for everyone, so a group of people stayed in the East Garden at night, and Jin Ling went to the West Garden alone.

Gusu Lan Clan still strictly abided by the work and rest schedule and got up early the next morning. Before Lan Sizhui went out, Lan Wangji reminded him to make sure to get Wei Wuxian up for breakfast, so he spent half an hour and used all his strength to finally drag Wei Wuxian downstairs. When he arrived at the lobby, Lan Jingyi was helping the Bai family servants to distribute porridge. Lan Sizhui was about to go up to help when he saw Jin Ling walk in with two dark circles under his eyes.

Everyone in the circle looked at him silently. Jin Ling sat down on Wei Wuxian's left. Wei Wuxian: "Morning."

Jin Ling forced himself to remain calm and nodded, "Morning."

Everyone nodded: "Good morning."

After a while, seeing that he had no intention of speaking, Wei WuXian pointed at his own eyes and said, “You…”

After making sure that he looked calm, Jin Ling spoke.

He said, "Sure enough, it wasn't cleaned up."

Everyone was nervous.

Last night, after Jin Ling entered the white house, he looked around.

The furnishings in this room are extremely simple, with almost no furniture, except for a bed, which is against the wall and covered with dust.

Jin Ling couldn't stand it after just one touch. No servant dared to get close to here, and he absolutely couldn't lie down in such a place. He had no choice but to fetch water and tidy up himself before he could reluctantly fall asleep.

Face the wall and your back to the outside.

There is also a mirror hidden in the palm of your hand.

By turning the mirror, you can get a general view of what is happening inside the room behind you.

Jin Ling waited for most of the night, but the mirror showed nothing but darkness. So he turned the mirror around, and just when he was about to enjoy it, a blinding white light suddenly flashed across the mirror.

His heart suddenly sank. He calmed himself down and slowly turned the mirror back.

Finally, something was reflected in the mirror.

Hearing this, Lan Jingyi trembled and said, "What did the mirror show? Hook Hand...?"

Jin Ling said: "No. It's a chair."

Lan Jingyi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he changed his mind and his hair stood on end.

There was no reason to be relieved. Jin Ling had just said that the room was "extremely simple, with almost no furniture, only a bed". If that was the case...

So where did this chair come from?