Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

The boy pushed open the dilapidated gate of the inn and felt a chill creep up from his feet.

After taking only a couple of steps, he had an unreal feeling, as if many hands were tripping his legs.

Looking down, they discovered an unknown purple vine growing wildly in the yard, almost covering the entire exterior of the house.

There was no sign of life anywhere; not even a mouse, let alone a rabbit…

Looking at the scene before him, the young man was already considering giving up, but remembering the old man's words, he still gritted his teeth and walked into the inn.

The inn had been empty for an unknown period of time, but all the tables and chairs were overturned on the ground, leaving a mess, clearly indicating the aftermath of a fight.

In addition, there were large patches of dark brown marks on the ground, countertops, and even walls, resembling dried bloodstains.

After glancing at it, the boy involuntarily took a step back, his scalp tingling slightly.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a shadow flashing past in the shop.

He looked up in horror and saw that it was a rabbit.

rabbit!

At that moment, the boy had no time to think and followed the rabbit's shadow into the backyard.

"Don't run!"

The rabbit ran extremely fast, and the boy was also very agile.

He chased after the rabbit until it was cornered against the backyard wall.

With nowhere to go, the rabbit stood still and let the boy pick it up.

"Miss, we've found the rabbit! We've found the rabbit!"

He excitedly rushed out of the post station and saw the woman's figure in the distance, standing in the dead of night, a cool breeze blowing, her body as thin as a sheet of paper...

Upon hearing the sound, she slowly turned her head, her face showing no joy, but rather a cold, icy expression.

"Miss, a rabbit..."

The boy quickly handed over the rabbit he was holding.

However, when he looked down, all he found in his arms was a bloody corpse.

The rabbit had been gutted and drained of its blood; it was dead…

The boy screamed in fright, throwing the rabbit carcass to the ground. When he turned around, he met a pair of murderous eyes.

"Miss…"

The boy collapsed to the ground with a thud. "I didn't kill the rabbit, don't be angry! I don't want to be turned into fertilizer!"

He closed his eyes and cried out, but suddenly woke up from his dream.

It was still dark outside.

The old man was now sitting on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Had a nightmare?"

The boy was still reeling from the shock and cried, "Uncle, I dreamt of a dead rabbit..."

The old man quickly covered his mouth and warned him, "If the young lady hears this, she will be angry."

The boy blinked, puzzled.

The old man explained softly, "The young lady originally had a rabbit, which has been with her ever since she moved into this manor."

"A year ago, the rabbit was captured by the guards at the post station at the foot of the mountain."

"When the young lady found it, the rabbit had already been gutted, drained of blood, and was being roasted over a fire."

The boy immediately thought of the rabbit's corpse in his dream, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

The old man patted him on the back again and said, "The young lady got angry and killed everyone in the inn."

"Kill...kill them all?"

"Yes."

The boy's face was filled with terror: "Murder...isn't it illegal? And it was someone from the government."

The old man smiled slightly and said, "In the entire Liangzhou City, there is no one that you, Miss, would not dare to kill, except for one person, of course."

"Who is it?"

"Don't ask any more questions, you'll find out later."

The boy stayed at Mingyue Manor.

He gradually discovered that every time he went to sleep, it was dark, and when he woke up, it was still dark.

I never saw dawn again.

The manor was always silent. The young lady rarely called him. She stayed in the attic all day, holding a rabbit that had come from who-knows-where, exactly like the one in her dream.

The boy dared not ask anything. He didn't have many things to do each day: wake up, wash, eat, and clean.

Around midnight, together with the old man, we went to tend to the white flowers in the flowerbed.

He only learned later that those white flowers were actually the young lady's "food".

She drank the dew from the flowers and ate the petals one by one…

When the boy first witnessed these scenes, he was only astonished, but he gradually became accustomed to them.

After all, the "food" he and the old man ate wasn't exactly normal either.

Sometimes he would have a vague thought that this Bright Moon Manor really did resemble a tomb.

Otherwise, why has he never seen the dawn again? And why can't he even figure out what day it is?

The boy thought that the days to come would continue to be peaceful like this.

Until, people from the mountain resort arrived.

That night, the knocking on the door was as deafening as the drumbeats of a battlefield.

The boy quickly got up and was about to open the door when he found a tall figure standing there.

He had never seen such a tall person standing in front of the door; he looked like a mountain.

"Open the door."

The other party gave an order in a low, rumbling voice, like muffled thunder.

The boy had no choice but to open the door, and just as he was about to ask a question, a hand grabbed his collar and pulled him out.

The old man stood to the side, bowing and scraping, and covered his mouth to prevent him from making a sound.

The boy watched helplessly as the tall, armored man entered the room and went up to the attic.

"Miss…"

Thinking the young lady was in danger, the boy tried to struggle and stop her.

The old man slapped him across the face. "Do you know who that is?"

The boy shook his head blankly and asked, "What is he going to do to the young lady?"

The old man's gaze was icy as he replied, "Ignore him, just stand here."

The upstairs room was deathly silent.

Not a sound came out.

It's unclear how much time passed before the man slowly descended from the attic.

The boy couldn't help but look up, and whether it was his imagination or not, the man looked much younger than when he went in.

Although there was still some white hair at his temples, his complexion was rosy and his eyes were bright.

As he passed by the boy, he glanced at him up and down, then ordered, "Take good care of the young lady."

The old man immediately prostrated himself on the ground and pulled the boy down to kneel with him.

"I will obey your orders."

The man left satisfied.

The boy rushed up to the attic and saw the young lady still sitting on the ground, holding a mahogany comb in her hand.

Hearing the voice, she turned around and handed him the comb. "Chang Sheng, comb my hair."

The young man dared not disobey. He stepped forward with trepidation, only to discover a light red cut on the young lady's wrist.

It looks like it was scratched by something...

"Miss, are you injured?"

The boy quickly grabbed her hand, his first thought being to bandage her wound.

But then he remembered that there was no physician or medicine in Mingyue Manor…

They live here, but they don't seem like living people at all.

The young lady smiled and explained to him, "Chang Sheng, I am not injured, and I will not be injured."

She raised her hand to show him that the light red cut had disappeared.