What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

Song Shi is not afraid of death, so he speaks the truth.

This woman is indeed so coquettish that it makes people's hearts itch.

Telling the truth often makes people uncomfortable. Huang Heyu's face froze while still smiling.

She didn't like this statement.

"Does the young master usually talk like this?"

"Pretty much, I'm an outspoken person."

"Did someone hit you?"

Song Shi thought about it carefully, "Not yet."

Huang Heyu stopped and just stared at Song Shi with a smile.

"It's hard for the young lady to take action. This is not the style of a good woman."

Song Shi coughed. This woman didn't take action just because of a word. She didn't seem to be a vicious person.

"Thank you for the compliment, young master. She is a woman from a good family."

Huang Heyu walked into the courtyard with his lips pursed, and was greeted by a young man who came out and said respectfully: "Young Madam."

Song Shi glanced at the young man. He was young, not yet an adult, and his expression was a little dull. He didn't know whether it was because he was used to seeing this beautiful young lady like the Young Madam every day or something else, but he was not as infatuated as the men outside.

"Xiao Qi, take this young man to the guest room to take a bath and change clothes."

Huang Heyu ordered.

"Yes, young lady."

Song Shi looked east and west all the way.

The courtyard looks quite wealthy, with a lot of red lanterns hanging, carved railings and jade pavilions, and fake landscape pavilions. There are dozens of people walking through it. Although it is not as wealthy as the original Song family, it is considered very good in this place.

He followed the boy to a side room and watched as the well-behaved maid came over with water and took off the storage bags and other things on her body.

After preparing the water, the maid walked in with a towel and a pile of clothes, put them aside, and prepared the soap locust and flower petals for bathing.

"Master, do you want your help?" the maid asked respectfully.

"No need, I'll do it myself."

Song Shi shook his head. He never liked people taking baths.

"Yes, young master, if you need anything, you can just call Xiaojiu."

The maid quietly retreated.

Wow.

Song Shi walked into the bucket and exclaimed: "Cold water, shouldn't normal people use hot water for bathing?"

He glanced outside. It was late autumn now, and the water was biting.

However, he was already very angry, so he didn't say anything more and just washed his hands of it.

While taking a shower, he thought about all the weird things he saw and wondered: "It doesn't look dangerous now. I don't know what will change in the future."

The bugs outside made Song Shi quite curious. Now the cold bath water made him a little unable to bear it, so he secretly released his thoughts while taking a bath.

Now his mental power is quite strong, and his spiritual consciousness can detect a hundred feet away, but as soon as his thoughts go out, he feels like he has entered the fog.

"The power of the formation?"

Song Shi was surprised, and then felt that it didn't look like it.

He did not notice the unique fluctuations of the formation.

"Taiyin Observation!"

Song Shi secretly used the secret of taiyin contemplation in his thoughts to enhance the power of spiritual exploration, and his thoughts suddenly merged into the taiyin energy of heaven and earth.

With the help of a trace of lunar energy in the heaven and earth, his thoughts found a medium and he was able to finally detect what was outside in the fog.

Soon, his expression changed.

The originally magnificent courtyard became a little unreal, like a beautiful painting. The lantern outside the door looked like a simple piece of paper folded out, and it was a bit abnormally red.

The pavilions, pavilions, rockery and water pavilions felt hollow at the moment. In the main room deep in the courtyard, a powerful aura filled the air, and Song Shi didn't dare to think about it at all.

Song Shi looked at the big wooden barrel in front of her in a daze: "No way, this courtyard is not normal, but I can't see the whole picture."

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the barrel. His hand felt like wood, but under Taiyin's observation, it turned out to be as thin as paper.

"What's going on? Is it because of the angle of lunar visualization, or is this barrel made of paper?"

Song Shi was stunned. He originally thought that people who eat bugs were deceived by illusions or other means, but now he can't even see the truth with his eyes.

"We have to go out and take a look. We don't dare to explore too deeply here, and we can't explore the whole picture."

He washed away the dirty things a few times, stood up, picked up the yellow silk robe next to him and put it on.

"It fits quite well!"

Song Shi turned around, "It's just a bit too rich, but I still like white and blue."

He opened the folding fan with satisfaction, put on the storage ring, tied more than ten storage bags together and tied them around his waist, and walked out leisurely.

Huang Heyu was in the yard, instructing his servants to unload several bundles of mulberry leaves from the carriage. When he saw Huang Heyu, he praised: "Young master is really a talented person."

"Are you raising bugs?"

Song is curious.

"If the silkworm you are referring to is a worm, then of course it is."

Huang Heyu pointed to a wooden house next to the courtyard: "There are snow silkworms raised inside. They are very picky about their food."

"Well, silkworms are more delicate."

Song Shi nodded and touched the clothes on her body: "This should be made from the silk spun by your silkworm breeding. It is indeed very good."

"What do you think, Master?"

Yellow and jade have profound meanings.

Song Shi's heart moved slightly and he said with a smile: "What else can it be if it's not silk? Where are your Mr. Huang and Mr. Young Master?"

"In the main hall."

Huang Heyu pointed to the center of the courtyard. Behind the high threshold, in the three-foot-deep lobby, an old man was sitting upright, smiling at Song Shi.

"My husband is inconvenient and is resting in the backyard. If you want to see me, Heyu can take you there."

"Since I'm feeling ill, I won't bother you. Thank you very much, Madam, for your hospitality. I have to go home, so I'll stay here soon."

"Master, why are you so anxious? It's getting late now. It's not too late to have a meal and rest for the night before leaving. I'll arrange a carriage and horse to take you back tomorrow."

Huang Heyu persuaded him to stay.

"Here... let me go out for a walk. The scenery of your Wocan Village looks very nice."

Song Shi saw that the woman didn't want to let him go, so he changed his approach.

"I'll ask the housekeeper to follow you, and I can also introduce you to the scenery of our village."

After Huang Heyu finished speaking, a slightly stooped old man with a goatee appeared with a smile: "Sir, please."

Song Shi's face twitched, and he walked out calmly, glanced at the two guards at the door, and walked back to where the refugees had been led away just now.

He was quick on his feet, but the goateeed butler followed closely beside him.

Song Shi stopped at the place where the porridge was being served and found that the refugees had eaten and drank enough, so they sat in the valley to rest.

He looked back at the manor with a sigh.

"What a beautiful manor, like a painting."

Goatee nodded: "In our Wocan Village, the Huang family's manor is the most beautiful."

"Didn't you know it was folded and cut?"

Song Shi was curious: "This craftsmanship is like a gift from God."

He has already seen the entire manor through the lunar visualization. It is a weird piece of art made of paper.

There were only a few living people inside. The maids and servants were all paper figures, and even the clothes on his body were cut out of yellow paper.

He didn't expect that he would actually see the paper man in this world.

The goateeed butler narrowed his eyes and said hehey: "As expected of someone who was personally invited by the Young Madam. He has such a vision at such a young age."

Seeing Tu Qiongdagger, the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.

At this time, a refugee came over and asked in a low voice: "Brother, where did you lose the money?"