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

Du Yueming was good at making friends and spent his days lingering at Fu Lou, so he could strike up a conversation with almost anyone in any of the boudoirs.

Ren Fengjue made up his mind and, under the pretext of being introduced, followed him around. In the end, the four "Xuanyuan Pearls" in his hand arrived one after another.

Then, the four glass lamps responsible for lighting began to flash with an unusual light, and the light changed from bright to dim.

A moment later, the once brightly lit hall was plunged into darkness.

The string and wind music stopped abruptly, and the dancer who had been standing on the glass sculpture turned into a skeleton and collapsed to the ground.

"A ghost—ah!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

The entire building immediately descended into chaos.

This was the first time Du Yueming had encountered such a situation, and he was startled. "What's going on?"

Ren Fengjue knew that things had been done, so he urged him to hurry up.

"Something must have happened inside the building. I'll go out with you first."

The young master, who always valued his life, suspected that some villain had entered the building. He threw down his wine cup and quickly grabbed the wall for support.

"This is way too dark..."

In the chaos, the two took a few steps before their eyes adjusted to the darkness, only to find a figure standing in the middle of the road at the corner.

Du Yueming, in a daze, accidentally pushed the other person, and the "person" fell to the ground on its own, making a strange sound.

He looked down and saw a pile of broken bones.

How could anyone not be frightened by this scene?

"Oh my god!"

The young master cried out in alarm, fell to the ground, his legs went weak, and he could no longer move his feet.

Ren Fengjue reluctantly helped him up, but thinking of the situation inside Tongtian Pavilion, he became impatient.

Just then, someone called out from the darkness, "Lord Ren."

One sound was enough to tell that it was Yao Guang, the Shadow Guard.

Ren Fengjue responded, "Here."

Upon hearing this, Yao Guang immediately stepped forward to receive the order: "Please give me your instructions, sir."

Ren Fengjue instructed, "Come with me to the third floor."

"Everyone else, keep an eye on what's happening downstairs."

Yao Guang responded.

Du Yueming knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the situation; even the Shadow Division had been mobilized?

He was somewhat exasperated: "Ren Fengjue, are you serious? You've taken this case to Fu Lou? How am I supposed to find entertainment now?"

Ren Fengjue, however, said in a serious tone, "This place is dangerous. Young Master, you should leave quickly."

Du Yueming shouted again, "Aren't you going to do something about me? You're not going to abandon me, are you?"

"There's a ghost in this building."

"If you're not afraid, you can stay."

After uttering a threatening remark, Ren Fengjue turned and headed for the third floor with Yaoguang without looking back.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Young Master Du glanced instinctively at the skeleton beside him, and finally, unable to contain his fear, scrambled downstairs.

However, just as the crowd was running out of Fu Lou in a panic, a jade carriage was traveling towards Fu Lou under the cover of night.

With dozens of Golden Feather Guards escorting him, and the Chief Guard of the Eastern Palace leading the way on a tall horse, it was clear to anyone with discerning eyes that this was the Crown Prince's entourage.

"His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived!"

Upon hearing the sound, the crowd immediately moved to both sides and knelt down.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The car stopped in front of the building, and immediately all was silent.

Strangely, the originally dark Fu Lou was suddenly lit up.

"What are you all doing?"

The casual voice of Crown Prince Zhao Li came from inside the jade carriage.

No one dared to answer.

After all, it was rumored that the Crown Prince was the owner of Fu Lou.

Who would dare to say a single unfavorable word in front of their master?

Unable to hear a reply, Zhao Li lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, revealing half of his inscrutable face.

He spotted Du Yueming immediately as she ran out of Fu Lou.

"Young Master Du is here too?"

Du Yueming, still shaken, was startled again upon hearing the Crown Prince's voice: "Your Highness? What brings you here?"

Zhao Li smiled and said, "I was just having some free time and wanted to have a drink, but I unexpectedly stumbled upon this scene. I thought there had been an assassin in the building."

"Not an assassin, but..."

Du Yueming almost blurted out the word "ghost," but thankfully she reacted in time and corrected herself, saying, "Just now, for some reason, all the lights in the building went out..."

He looked back again and was surprised. "How come it's all better now?"

Not only are the lights fixed.

The servants, maids, guards, and others inside the building all stood respectfully in front of the building.

They were in a complete mess just a moment ago.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to its former brightly lit and magnificent appearance.

A beautiful maidservant stepped forward with a smile and gave a graceful bow: "Just now, a strange wind blew into the building and blew out all the lights, startling the guests."

Hearing her say that, Du Yueming dared to peek inside a few more times.

The music and dancers were still there; indeed, everything was as usual.

He patted his chest. "It was just the wind. Looks like it was a false alarm."

With that, Du Yueming bowed again to the Crown Prince inside the carriage: "Your Highness, please."

Zhao Li smiled slightly again, got off the carriage in front of everyone, and strode into the building.

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Inside the Tongtian Pavilion.

After Yan Zhengchu announced the name of Yunhe Mountain, he was entangled by Bai Qingshuang, who had turned into wisps of smoke.

Strangely enough, the smoke seemed harmless, but once you got caught in it, it was like an airtight net, making it hard to breathe.

Yan Zhengchu felt his body being wrapped in strands of "gentle silk," and the more he struggled, the tighter the silk wrapped around him became.

He immediately recited a technical term, activated the jade sword at his waist, and a beam of light pierced through the smoke.

Seeing this, Bai Qingshuang had no choice but to temporarily avoid the limelight.

"What exactly are you, you evil creature?"

Although Yan Zhengchu had temporarily broken free of his restraints, he dared not underestimate his opponent and asked again, "Did you steal the 'Soul Nourishing Pearl' from my Yunhe Mountain?"

Bai Qingshuang stood amidst the smoke, limp as if boneless, lazily provocatively saying, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"

"Fine, you don't take this Taoist priest seriously? I'll take you down first!"

As Yan Zhengchu spoke, he took the jade sword in his hand and continued to perform hand seals and chant incantations, engaging in a fierce battle.

Xia Ximo, who was standing to the side, did not pay attention to the battle. She used her soul power to break free of the restraints on her body and began to observe the entire Tongtian Pavilion.

The attic was shrouded in smoke, and you couldn't see the end of it at all.

But she could faintly hear the sound of flowing water.

Suddenly, Wuyou, inside the Soul-Crossing Lamp, spoke up: "I think I can smell the aura of a wrongfully deceased soul..."

Xia Ximo asked, "Which direction?"

"Southeast direction."

As she made her way, she slowly approached, and the sound of water gradually became clearer. Then, she saw a pool of hot spring water.

Amidst the rising steam, a slender figure could be faintly seen standing in the water.

Xia Ximo took a few more steps closer and stood by the pool.

The figure, shrouded in smoke, became increasingly difficult to distinguish from reality.

Suddenly, ghostly hands rushed out of the pool, grabbing the legs of the people on the shore and dragging them into the water.

Xia Ximo was caught off guard and fell into the water. Before she could struggle, the dense, ghostly hands instantly submerged her.

A figure stood on the shore, coldly watching the woman in the pool, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

However, the next second, a fiery red figure slowly emerged from the pool.