That's amazing survival skills!

Lavie wasn't one to stand on ceremony. He crossed his legs, sipped his tea, and glanced at the three of them. "Weren't we supposed to be sharing information? What are you all standing there for?"

"It seems we didn't invite you." Monk Liujie frowned, a string of prayer beads appearing in his hand at some point. "Besides, if you're here to share information, you should at least show some sincerity."

As the monk Liujie spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Lin Yuan.

He was quite curious about how the news had leaked and attracted this foreign girl.

As for Xiong Tianming, he had absolutely no doubts.

The two had known each other for many years on Blue Star, and could understand each other's general requirements with just a glance. Moreover, Xiong Tianming was exceptionally tight-lipped.

Lin Yuan smiled and took out a lighter, saying, "Don't look at me like that."

When the monk from the Six Realms took his lighter, he left a small amount of Buddhist power on it, telling him to come down in two hours to discuss matters.

He didn't even bring Lin Yan with him, so there was no way he would tell this foreign woman he had just met.

"With your little tricks, why do you need others to tell me?" Lavie switched her legs, repositioning herself in a cross-legged position, and poured herself another cup of tea. "Only that idiot, Japanese shipbuilding steel plate, would obediently rest."

"Actually, I'm also very curious about this instance."

"They say it's a grand wedding procession, but based on my understanding of your culture," Lavian took a sip of tea, "it should be a joyous occasion. Moreover, the cost of such wedding decorations would be prohibitive even for ordinary families. Judging from the surroundings, this place must have been an extremely wealthy family before."

"But we don't know what era this is."

"So, who exactly is the person getting married?"

She tapped her slender fingers lightly on the chair, making a sound, and glanced around. "Most importantly, neither the servants nor the other furnishings here seem to fit the atmosphere of a living person."

None of the three responded; instead, they stared at her quietly, wanting to hear her continue.

This woman's understanding of Chinese culture is far beyond what ordinary people can match; she must have specifically studied it.

"You're all grown men, isn't it a bit much to just freeload off my information like this?"

Xiong Tianming stood up and gently opened the door.

The cold wind blowing in from outside suddenly dampened the warm atmosphere inside.

Everyone's eyes turned to the doorway.

I don't know when, but the fog had already advanced to the outside, and apart from the threshold where we came from, we couldn't see any of the scenery in the distance.

Xiong Tianming closed the door again and sat back down in his seat. "It seems that finding clues is impossible. We can only wait until tomorrow morning to take a look."

"Heh." Lavie sneered dismissively. "I think it's necessary for us to reveal a little bit of our secrets, so that if we really encounter those monsters, we'll have some way to fight back, won't we?"

"Amitabha." Monk Liujie put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name. "Benefactors, it's getting late, you should rest."

After saying this, Monk Liujie got up and went upstairs.

Xiong Tianming also gave Lawei a deep look, said nothing, and followed her upstairs.

Lin Yuan was just about to leave as well.

The trump card is something that can't be revealed, otherwise it's easy for the opponent to know the truth.

Lavie couldn't possibly be unaware of this situation; she must have some other purpose, but none of this concerns Lin Yuan.

"Don't you want to know why I sent them away?" Lavie toyed with his teacup.

Lin Yuan stopped in his tracks without turning around.

"Your purpose is to know the whole story, but will you tell me?"

"Of course, what's wrong with telling you if you want to?" La smiled and put down her teacup, glancing at Lin Yuan calmly. Seeing him turn and return to his previous position, a beautiful smile curved her lips. "Actually, you've already noticed some problems, haven't you?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Lin Yuan frowned.

"Playing dumb is what you Chinese are best at." Lavie's finger kept moving closer to Lin Yuan until it reached his chest. Seeing that he did not flinch, he smiled and said, "You are very frank, but your soul is not pure enough. You are still bound by that thing called morality."

"If you're willing to shed that robe called morality, I'd quite like your soul."

Since the other party has already said that, and they are from the West.

Aside from demons and angels needing this kind of thing, Lin Yuan barely remembered that werewolves and vampires needed souls as nourishment.

"My soul?" Lin Yuan smiled and grasped her slender fingers. "Does your demonic form like it that much?"

Judging from her alluring figure and charming demeanor, it seems unlikely that a pure angel would do something so trivial.

"Man, you're too clever; it's a bit lacking in charm." Lavie withdrew her finger, a barely perceptible look of disgust flashing across her face, quickly replaced by a seductive expression. "Actually, you've already figured it out, haven't you?"

"What?"

"Ha, men." Lavie shifted her legs. "Your so-called companion."

"My companion? What's the problem?" Lin Yuan asked with a smile.

After the portal appeared, Lin Yuan noticed that Lin Yan was somewhat different.

Although their behavior remained the same, their contact was limited to the steel factory, and even there, the three women had the most contact with Lin Yan.

Lin Yuan still felt a little unfamiliar; she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she just had that feeling.

La smiled and stood up. "I hate talking about these things with you Chinese, because you're really good at playing dumb."

"I find the essence of her soul repulsive."

The sound came from around the corner of the hallway. When Lin Yuan looked over, she found that Lavie had disappeared around the corner and had obviously returned to her own room.

"The taste of the soul?"

Lin Yuan didn't believe what the other party said.

It's true that demons love souls. Although Coravie didn't reveal her true form or activate her talent, her ability to rank among the top 10,000 suggests that her talent is definitely not lacking.

Similarly, the demonic talent she awakened would definitely not be low.

However, these are not currently within Lin Yuan's considerations.

Now he was the only one in the lobby on the first floor. He held the Eye of Truth in his palm in his backpack, stood up and walked to the closed door.

Gently pull it open, and a cold wind rushes in.

The bone-chilling cold threatened to freeze him solid.

The Eye of Truth within his palm began to warm slightly, dispelling some of the chill.

I opened my eyes wide and looked out into the thick fog, but I didn't see anything else; it was still just a vast expanse of fog.

"It seems that the current level of this Eye of Truth is too low. The incomplete version still can't see other things."

As Lin Yuan thought to herself, she prepared to close the door.

In the distance, the faint sound of horses' hooves could be heard, along with the faint sounds of a charioteer urging the horses on, and the crack of a whip striking a horse's rump.

Soon, a person and a horse appeared from within the fog.

The man was dressed in the attire of an ancient soldier, his whip was worn out, and his horse never seemed to rest, galloping wildly on all fours.

"Great, there's a post station ahead!"

"drive!"

A post station?

Lin Yuan looked down at the floor beneath her feet. The surrounding environment was still the same as before, and it was not dressed in ancient times at all.

Also, why am I able to understand what the other person is saying?

From a young age, we were exposed to the ancient Chinese language, which was written in classical Chinese. Even when we were in school, we needed to translate it into modern vernacular Chinese.

Moreover, there are many interchangeable characters in classical Chinese!

The people and horses that were just small in the distance turned out to be completely wrong when they actually got close.

The horse was two meters tall, and even the soldiers sitting on its back were terrifyingly tall.

We're almost at the same level as the Liang Jing puppet we encountered at the steel factory!

The soldier dismounted.

His armor was rusted and mottled, and his body was riddled with arrows. Even the tall horse he sat on and his once normal face began to rot, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

It looked particularly ferocious!

The soldiers stepped forward one by one.

As the other party approached, Lin Yuan felt the chill around him intensify, and the stinging pain in his bones grew stronger.