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"I don't know how to play chess, so why do you insist on playing with me?" Fengyin looked at the person in front of him, who was sitting across the table, yet he couldn't see their face clearly. The person had not spoken, and he couldn't even tell if they were male or female.
"Don't linger, wake up quickly," the person finally spoke, and it was Hibiscus's voice.
"If you hadn't dragged me into this game, I would have left long ago," Fengyin replied calmly and politely.
"Mm," the man across from him chuckled lightly and shook his head.
"Stay with me until this game is finished; I can't finish a game with you." As the last words lingered, the figure from before vanished.
A wave of drowsiness washed over Fengyin, and he rested his head on the chess table.
Is this a dream? Or is a dream just a dream?
Jinse quietly entered Fengyin's room and stood for a long time before softly saying, "Yin Yin, I don't want to follow Xuan Dynasty back to the capital, so I'm going to escape."
At that moment, the Moustache Old Man unexpectedly arrived in the courtyard again.
He was talking with Xuan Dynasty and Hibiscus.
"Gentlemen, there are recent rumors that the Demon Path Master Ying Wuxie has reemerged. It seems he is traveling with the Seven Night Demon Lord," Moustache said with a smile. "The people you are looking for are all together, right in Southern Border Voodoo Town."
"Mm," Xuan Dynasty frowned.
In the end, they still couldn't be together.
"The Seven Night Demon Lord?" Hibiscus felt a sudden surge of blood rush to her head. She quickly focused her energy to calm herself.
"This news has been delivered by me as well; I take my leave now," Moustache said with a chuckle.
Hibiscus nodded and turned to leave.
"Then let's go to the Southern Region," Jinse said as she came out of Fengyin's room, surprisingly accompanied by Fengyin, who was already awake.
"Hmph," Xuan Dynasty huffed and left in anger.
Jinse innocently exchanged a glance with Fengyin, who smiled and said, "Hehe, I don't know what's going on, don't look at me." After saying that, she pursed her lips, glanced at Hibiscus, and then lowered her head again.
Hibiscus approached and gently stroked Fengyin's white hair, smiling slightly.
Jinse gracefully walked away without looking for Xuan Dynasty, heading alone to the back.
"Awake."
"Benefactor, are we going to Voodoo Town?"
"You can't wait any longer?"
"I'm worried about Seven Nights. He has lost all his internal energy; it's dangerous outside, and we don't know if the Demon Path Master is good or evil." Fengyin pouted her pink lips, looking quite troubled.
"Hmph," Hibiscus coldly snorted and turned to leave.
"Benefactor?" Fengyin frowned. Wasn't she hoping for her to wake up and set off? Why was her attitude like this now? Sighing, she went to whisper to Jinse.
"Yin Yin, I..." Jinse looked helplessly at Fengyin in front of her. Three women in a play; three cobblers are like Zhuge Liang, but they only had two.
"What is it like to be a consort?" Fengyin asked curiously.
"Um," Jinse furrowed her brows. "I'm not really sure; only the selected maidens in the palace would know."
Fengyin glanced at Jinse, "So where are you taking the doll?"
"I don't even know if I have a doll," Jinse replied, her face flushed with shyness.
"Well," Fengyin also felt her cheeks heat up, "maybe it's better not to ask." Fengyin murmured.
"What? Come on, just say it."
"Oh. It's nothing, just a bit curious." Fengyin bit her lip; she couldn't possibly ask how that felt, could she? She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, where did Lingxiang Princess go?"
"Spiritual Incense? She had a fight with Mel and ran off, probably got a bit of a shock. Spiritual Incense won't say anything about it, and Xuan Dynasty doesn't know either. Mel has already taken her back to the capital." Jinse sighed, recalling how much weight Spiritual Incense had lost in just a few days, feeling a pang of sympathy.
"Then I won't pry any further." Fengyin nodded; everyone had their own secrets. She had never mentioned her childhood to anyone either.
"Ah! Right, Xuan Dynasty wants me to go back to the capital with him. I really don't want to go back. Let's leave now; I don't want to follow him to see his Consort Selection." Jinse shook her head, clearly unwilling to return.
"What about Benefactor?" Fengyin frowned. Hibiscus was already angry; if he left without saying goodbye, it would surely infuriate him.
"I haven't thought about that," Jinse shrugged her shoulders in frustration. "It's so annoying."
"Then will you come with me? If you don't come with me, I'll just leave by myself." After thinking for a moment, Jinse realized that although knowing about Spiritual Incense made her aware that running away was terrifying, what she feared most now was returning to the capital.
"Alright." Fengyin nodded. Although she was exhausted, ever since she took the medicine that gathered her energy last time, the previously blocked meridians seemed to be loosening slightly.
There were many debts of gratitude waiting for her to repay; this emotional entanglement could last indefinitely. So she nodded and went back to her room with Jinse to pack their things.
After wandering around the Flower Pavilion, Xuan Li felt much better and returned to the Mountain Pavilion. To his surprise, he found Hibiscus standing beside the shattered stone table, softly informing him, "Fengyin and Jinse have left."
Used to seeing Hibiscus in a gentle mood, this sudden news left Xuan Li at a loss. He never expected that the usually steadfast Jinse, who always said she wouldn't go east if she could help it, would leave on her own.
Jinse left no words behind, but Fengyin had a piece of paper that read, "I don't know what to say, I'll go ahead first, Benefactor, goodbye."
"Forget it, I don't want to marry the emperor anyway," Jinse comforted herself.
At that moment, in a carriage heading to Voodoo Town, two handsome young gentlemen were gazing out at the scenery. Fengyin adjusted the hat on her head once more.
"This hat is so uncomfortable."
"Well, who told you to dye your hair all white?" Jinse sighed.
Fengyin frowned, looking quite troubled, but soon relaxed. "It's nothing."
She lightly said it was nothing; it truly was nothing now.
Voodoo Town is a well-known small town famous for its witchcraft and poison techniques. Although it has been besieged multiple times, it has survived in the turbulent world of martial arts. Even an old lady selling tofu here might have an impressive background. The small hidden talents are concealed in the forest, while the great ones hide in the city. Although it's known that there are many experts in Voodoo Town, these hermits do not interfere with worldly matters. As long as one does not go too far, they will not invite disaster upon themselves.
If the residents of Voodoo Town were to commit acts that harm the martial world and provoke hostility towards Voodoo Town, seeking to eliminate it quickly, then Voodoo Town would not show favoritism. The mayor has always been a respected sage, so Voodoo Town can be considered a haven between the martial world and the secular world.
When Fengyin and Jinse arrived at Voodoo Town, it had already been three days since their last visit. After dismissing the coachman, the two entered Voodoo Town with light luggage. As soon as they stepped into the town, they felt something different; a layer of mist seemed to envelop the surroundings, reminiscent of the fog on Misty Mountain.
"Fengyin," Jinse called out to her, "I have something to tell you."
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