Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 71 The Scholar's Residence - The Wind Rises (Second Update, Seeking First Subscription)

He successfully infiltrated the top scholar's residence.

But Zhang Wei and An Yixi didn't have much of a chance to observe, and even their eye contact was blocked by their blind second brother.

After passing through two courtyards, the two were greeted by several young girls as they passed through the garden. Under the careful instructions of their second brother, the girls, who looked rather quirky, nodded repeatedly and then led the two to different directions in the garden.

Although the process was brief, Zhang Wei managed to obtain some information.

First of all, the scholar's wedding today is over. Although there was a slight mishap that caused the front hall to be a bit messy, the scholar has now thanked the guests and gone to the other courtyard to consummate the marriage.

Although Zhang Wei and An Yixi were dressed in dark colors, their blind second brother and his mother, with their self-righteous eyes, still let them cut in line, replacing the bride who was supposed to be tomorrow, and making one of them dress up for the wedding tomorrow.

Correct.

There was no step to verify their identities; they didn't even bother to wash them clean and take a closer look before deciding on the outcome.

It wasn't just a makeshift team; Zhang Wei even got the feeling that they were in a hurry for something!

Zhang Wei seemed to be deep in thought.

A few specks of red peeked out from beneath his dark robes.

The next moment, a dark red gust of wind suddenly swept through the garden, blowing up sand and gravel, making it impossible for the girls and their second brother, who was about to leave, to open their eyes.

But the wind came and went quickly. In an instant, the gale weakened and then became very weak. Although the surrounding environment was still dim, and even revealed some barely perceptible dark red, in this town that was blocked from the scorching sunlight by a layer of gray, the dim light did not seem to be a big deal.

Anyway, the girls who took Zhang Wei to the room didn't find it strange.

Only the second brother, who left, shook his head.

Through the faint air currents, his sigh reached Zhang Wei's ears: "The master is unhappy today, so we'll have to have someone prepare some compensation..."

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The sound faded away.

Zhang Wei, meanwhile, absorbed the malevolent energy in the wind, savoring the intense resentment within it, which was so strong it was almost tangible. Zhang Wei tilted his head in a somewhat strange way.

He could sense that the house was filled with a strong demonic aura.

Even the two girls beside the departed second brother were imbued with a strong demonic aura.

Strangely, according to Yazi Zhenyi's judgment, they were not demons, nor did they possess any malevolent aura.

That's strange.

In the lair of demons, can there still be lotus flowers that rise from the mud unsullied?

He couldn't understand it, but Zhang Wei trusted Ya Zi's judgment. As a divine beast that vanquishes evil, he had never heard of any demon that could deceive Ya Zi's eyes through magic.

Interesting, he's becoming more and more patient with this top scholar's residence!

Upon entering the room and opening the door, one is greeted by hot water that had already been prepared inside, and two large trays covered with red cloth on the cabinets behind them, both dressed as maids.

Seeing the maidservants about to come forward to help him change his clothes, Zhang Wei took a step back, his voice changing as his magical power surged: "You can all leave. I'm not used to having someone watching me while I'm washing up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the maids trembled and looked up at Zhang Wei in disbelief.

They glanced at it only once, then quickly lowered their heads and pretended nothing had happened. They responded with a "yes" and then swiftly left the room.

Zhang Wei watched them leave the room and then closed the door.

With the help of the airflow, I could hear the faint sounds carried on the wind as the footsteps gradually receded into the distance.

"It's that place again... How many times has this happened... It's been so many years since it died, and there are still people there..."

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"Regardless of... surviving tonight... sir... send it over, sir will..."

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Because of the distance, Zhang Wei's hearing was impaired, and the sound he heard was somewhat intermittent.

But from what he vaguely heard, he also drew some conclusions.

There had been other travelers who had infiltrated the scholar's residence before, just like them. Whether they were inspectors or ordinary travelers was unknown, their fates were likely not good. The scholar's residence had long been aware of their existence, but it seemed they were being treated as a different group altogether?

Although it is still unclear why this top scholar, who is suspected of being a demon, is so obsessed with getting married.

However, some of the previous doubts have now become clear, but some new doubts have also arisen.

What does it mean to survive tonight?

What, something will attack him tonight?

He definitely won't wash up.

He wouldn't use anything from the top scholar's lair that would touch him or his body. With the presence of magic, Zhang Wei only needed to find a medium to use the newly learned spells to draw a cleansing talisman to become clean. Although the process of the top scholar's wedding was crude, the mansion had everything one would need.

Red paper replaced yellow paper, and ink soaked in it, allowing magical power to flow. In just a moment, a purification talisman appeared in Zhang Wei's hand.

A gentle breeze swept over his body, washing away all the mud and filth. The breeze then enveloped him and, along with the few sheets of paper that Zhang Wei had previously ruined, rolled them into the steaming wooden tub.

Then he went to the cabinet, lifted the red cloth, and confirmed that what was underneath was the bride's wedding dress and jewelry.

It would have been better if the red cloth hadn't been removed; as soon as it was, a strong sense of resentment and malevolent energy rushed out.

At the same time, a chilling coldness quickly spread through the once clean house. A low, melodious sob rang in Zhang Wei's ears, and water droplets vaguely formed on the dark roof beams above his head before dripping to the ground.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The water droplets reflected a dark red glow under the candlelight in the room.

Behind Zhang Wei, a blurry figure appeared on the dressing table sandwiched between the two tables.

She wore a bright red wedding dress adorned with a phoenix spreading its wings, and a phoenix crown of gold and jade jewels shone brightly on her head. Even from behind, she exuded an aura of nobility and breathtaking beauty.

But in the mirror facing her, her face, which should have been as beautiful as her figure and temperament, was instead a hole that had been gnawed away and was unrecognizable.

Bones shattered, flesh and blood mangled.

Beneath his sunken face, his messy features were squeezed together, and eyeballs stubbornly grew out from the gaps in his flesh. Through the bright bronze mirror, Zhang Wei could see those eyes staring intently at him.

The rapidly dropping temperature beside him, and the faint whispers in his ear, constantly tried to disturb Zhang Wei's thoughts and evoke his fear.

Visibly, the blood dripping from the roof beams formed puddles on the ground.

The dark red pool of blood seemed to have a life of its own, spreading, enveloping, and then covering the entire room, leaving only a narrow gap, just wide enough for one person to pass through, between his feet and the dressing table.

She glanced around the room, then looked at the dressing table.

Through the dim, clear mirror, the face reflected in it seemed to be inviting him to sit down at the same table and have his eyebrows drawn, his sideburns painted, and his makeup applied.