For the first time in so many days, Ling Huan left the cage that trapped her.
She couldn't believe she left so easily. The young master took his word seriously and led her out of the room without any restraint, even walking in front of her. She was a little hesitant at first, standing blankly at the door and looking around hesitantly. The young man walked a few steps, turned around, and asked her why she didn't follow.
"Uh, are you just... walking in front?"
"How would you know where the bathroom is if I don't take you with me?"
Ling Huan nodded blankly and followed blankly. It was unbelievable to her that he could leave the cage so easily. However, she didn't feel free at all, and she couldn't explain why. That person was so confident about him, wasn't he afraid of her suddenly running away? Although Ye Linghua had been alone for a long time, he had not become stupid and knew not to take risks. If he dares to do this, he must have a way to deal with himself, not to mention he is more familiar with everything here.
The corridor is long and narrow, with a wall on one side and a room on the other. Everything was clean and spotless, although she had never heard anyone clean it in so many days. But just as she thought about this, she noticed someone sweeping the floor with a broom in front of her. The young master passed by the servant, and Ling Huan paused for a while and took a peek. She unexpectedly discovered that the "man's" hand holding the broom was no different from the claws of a bird, and he was wearing simple, human clothes. Its exposed limbs, except for its claws, can reflect weak light and are much smoother than human skin.
After scanning here, it straightened up, but had no face. Ling Huan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly followed the young master's footsteps. She thought to herself, could it be because of the barrier that she couldn't hear clearly what was going on outside?
"What's wrong?" The young master looked at her and asked in confusion as he quickly followed her. But when he saw her frightened and pale face, he probably guessed what happened. "Ah, are you talking about it? The servants here are all like this. If you are afraid, I will come and contact them later."
Ye Linghua was speechless for a moment, but he just followed closer. Regardless of whether this person is good or evil, he still looks like a normal person. Along the way, she also kept a careful eye and quietly observed around. She finally saw a window, but didn't open it. The air here is not too turbid. Someone should ventilate it regularly, but not now. The windows are made of paper, not high-end transparent ones. Only white light can be seen coming from outside. It should be daytime now, but she was sleeping just now. It seemed that her sense of time was completely blurred.
In fact, Ling Huan didn't walk very long, but because it was a strange place, she felt that she still followed the young master and made many detours. On the way, someone handed some clothes from the side room, and Ling Huan recognized them as his own at a glance. But the hand holding her clothes was obviously a pair of claws. However, the young master kept his promise and did not let her have direct contact with the servant. Instead, he took the clothes for her and handed them over to him. Walking to a relatively open area, she saw a room without a door, but with a half curtain hanging. The two of them were waiting here, not knowing what they were doing, but she could hear the sound of water in the room.
"Excuse me..." After a long time, she couldn't bear it anymore.
"Ah, the water is still being added inside, please be patient."
"Okay..." After a while, two servants who looked exactly the same walked out of the house carrying a big basin. Despite being mentally prepared, Ling Huan was still startled when he saw them again. Then, the young master led her inside. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a long screen with drawings of rolling waves and distant mountains. Although it is very flat, it is also very vivid, and it seems to be a style from the East Kingdom. When she walked around the screen, she found that the space was larger than she had imagined. There is a spacious wooden basin far away from the screen. Inside the basin is half a tank of warm water that has been adjusted. It is steaming, and there are light yellow petals floating in the water, maybe because of the light from the candle lamp. It smelled like gardenia and jasmine, and she couldn't tell the difference. There is an exquisite wooden shelf next to the bathtub, which should be used to store clothes.
The young man just consciously stayed behind the screen and did not get closer. Ling Huan was a little cautious and did not move for a long time. The young master seemed to have guessed something and took the initiative to walk to the door. Although there was a distance, Ling Huan could still see his blurry shadow through the screen. He leaned against the door and waited boredly. After all, he is just a hostage, and it is natural that he should be monitored.
The monotonous sound of water resounded in the vast space, and even echoes could be heard. Curling up in the bathtub, Ling Huan sorted out the information he saw when he came - the servants were only shikigami, and the interior of this building was large, and there were no stairs along the way, so it might be a flat floor. Except for the young master who has been very kind so far, there seems to be no one else here. The doors and windows are closed, and ventilation should be done regularly, and the most important thing is that there are very few windows here...could it be said that this is the kind of place specially built for high-level prisoners? It's not impossible. In this case, safety must be strictly guarded. Ling Huan realized desperately that the information she had learned was pitiful, and there was no hope of escaping.
She soaked half of her face in the water, and her breath turned into gurgling bubbles, rising from the water. She raised her right arm and made a splash. The hand was as pale as before, lifeless even in the warm candlelight.
The melodious sound of the flute came from outside the bathroom.
She looked over and saw that the young man raised the instrument at his waist and played it gently to his mouth. He played so beautifully that Ling Huan felt relaxed both physically and mentally. After the song ended, Ling Huan couldn't help but ask:
"What kind of music is this? I've never heard it before."
"I created it myself," the young man smiled and turned the instrument, "What's your opinion, girl?"
"It sounds pretty good."
"As long as the girl likes it."
"Hmm...this is a flute, right?"
"Well, it should be called a chi. Just think of it as a flute. This flute is very magical and can also be used as a flute. It's just that I prefer the chi. That's what it is now."
Ling Huan felt puzzled. Because one blows horizontally and the other blows vertically. Although there are holes on the sides, the internal structures are different after all. How can they be used interchangeably? At this time, her head suddenly felt a small pain. It seemed that some memory was about to emerge, but in the end I couldn't remember it. She was a little concerned. What was it? But it had been so long that she really couldn't remember it. Maybe it has something to do with musical instruments. The only memory she could recall after racking her brains was her own xun. But now, the only thing left to think about is in Wuyonglan's hands.
"Ah, don't you have a xun?" the young master suddenly asked her, "you must be proficient in music theory."
"No... I only know a little bit. My cousin is better at playing musical instruments and singing."
"Cousin? Aren't you your biological sister?"
"I do have a biological sister...but they are much older than me and we can't talk to each other. I am closer to my cousin."
"I see." The young master was silent for a while and then said, "I have an older brother who grew up with me. However, we two brothers are not related by blood."
"Sounds like you have a good relationship?"
"Yes, that's right. Although he is just a little bit older than me, he always protects me like a biological brother."
"Hey, so does my cousin."
He probably didn't need to lie to himself about this. This conversation made Ling Huan feel more peaceful. They talked about other things for a while, which was nothing more than the fact that they were just friends and seemed to be friends. However, Ling Huan never took it lightly. She knew that she had to build a good relationship with this person first. This would at least save a lot of trouble, and it might be useful in the future.
If I... still have a future.
Of course she wanted to ask, what was the purpose of being placed here? She knew very well that Wuyonglan seemed to have taken a fancy to her own special power. However, a lot of this power is probably an inherent part of oneself, at least that's what Gui Hai said. She has been thinking about these things for many days, but in the end she didn't think about it in detail... because the more she thought about it, the more she became afraid.
Now that the matter has come to this, it’s better to just ask.
"That -" she said tentatively, "when can I go out?"
"Go out?" Young Master asked, "Where do you want to go?"
"At once……"
She instinctively wanted to say these two words: go home. But as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat felt like it was blocked, and it was unbearably sour. She immediately swallowed, adjusted her tone, and said again: "Just, at least go for a walk. It's too boring here..."
"Ah... I can understand. Sorry, this matter is not my decision. Alan seems to want to take the power of your right arm as his own. He calls it 'Ghost Hand'. There is a will. In the strange story, the protagonist loses his arm, but gets a pair of magical ghost hands. The ghost hands can take down the things in the painting and turn them into real things, so that he will have food and clothing for the rest of his life. He also uses this to make money by performing tricks and playing tricks Rich officials and gentry go to help the poor."
"Oh - I remembered, I heard it. But there seemed to be many different versions. The one I heard the most was that he finally married a princess, became the consort, and hid the secret of Ghost Hand forever. "
With that said, Ling Huan raised his arm and looked at it again. Why hadn't she thought of this story before? Perhaps, there is too much difference between the two. But when this young man mentioned it, he still seemed to have some impression.
"Yeah. But the name Ghost Hand didn't come for nothing. Otherwise, if you think about it, why not call it God's Hand?"
"Yes, yes. I also remember that I heard a story with a bad ending. It was said that the ghost hand was the hand of a girl. After he married the princess, the ghost hand became jealous and strangled the princess to death after the wedding... …He himself was beheaded by the angry king.”
"Yes. However, there are many other explanations."
"real?"
