The reason is quite simple: after all, if the Opera Robe Ghost wanted to kill him, she wouldn’t have to be so troubleso.
Hmm... It must be so!
Soon, Yang Xiao was escorted out of the courtyard by two guardswon, winding through twists and turns until they arrived at a room filled with steam.
Upon entering, he saw a large wooden tub steaming in the center, and with a "bang" behind him, Yang Xiao was startled. When he turned around, he saw the door had closed and was barred. The two won stood on either side like Gate Gods, staring at him with a subtle gaze that sent chills down his spine.
"Take off your clothes!" one woman growled threateningly, "Hurry up!!"
"This..."
Before Yang Xiao could react, the two won pounced on him, and in no ti at all, stripped Yang Xiao of his clothes and threw him into the wooden tub filled with warm water.
One held him down while the other produced a stiff-bristled brush from sowhere, and Yang Xiao was stunned, as in his impression, such a thing was only used for scrubbing toilets.
"Scrub——"
"Wipe——"
"Scrub——"
The two won scrubbed Yang Xiao thoroughly from top to bottom inside and out, without considering his feelings, then dragged the half-dead Yang Xiao out and pressed him in front of a full-length copper mirror to doll him up.
Yang Xiao was forced to wear bright clothing and apply makeup, and looking at himself in the copper mirror, he felt utterly defeated. He rembered joking with drama friends last ti that he would cross-dress once their script beca popular, but he never expected his first cross-dressing to be so violently taken away.
But through this experience, Yang Xiao confird one thing: this Opera Robe Ghost is indeed no good, and in her lifeti, she must have been a Great Heretic Cultivator, a great pervert with no fear.
Sure enough, an Evil Cultivator cannot be eradicated. This thing is too harmful; so many years have passed, and who knows how many young talents have fallen prey to her, and now her claws are reaching towards him.
Seeing him nearly done with his makeover, a woman with a face full of flesh grinned and forcefully patted Yang Xiao on the chest. Seeing Yang Xiao shyly dodge, the woman’s throat moved up and down, and desire filled her eyes, "Hey, what are you dodging from? I’ve seen everything just now."
The other one also chuckled wickedly and took the opportunity to grab Yang Xiao’s butt, "Hey, you have to admit, though this handso man looks thin, there’s quite so material on him. Does better in the right places than those so-called noble talents before. Just wonder how he performs."
Yang Xiao, in all his life, never thought he would be teased by two middle-aged won trapped in a room.
"Alright, quickly send him over, so we can complete our task." urged the woman in the brown coat.
The two imdiately led Yang Xiao on the road again, and Yang Xiao knew that soon he would have to face the Opera Robe Ghost head-on, and he wanted to ask her directly what she intended to do.
Whether to kill or to play, there had to be a definite answer. Yang Xiao was not soone to be trifled with.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the door and hadn’t even left the small courtyard, a figure dashed out from behind the tree. A woman quickly reacted, drawing out a vine whip from her waist and lashed at the figure.
But the whip was firmly grasped by the intruder, a man dressed similarly to Yang Xiao.
"Who?!" The other woman spoke, reaching for the knife at her waist.
"No need to panic, aunts. I am a handso man from Jiangnan Prefecture, daring to request a favor from you two." The man, with a veiled face, was unseen in the dark, speaking in a graceful and pleasing voice.
After speaking, the man handed over a cloth bag respectfully, seemingly heavy.
One of the won suspiciously took it, opened it, and poured out a few pieces of gold inside.
Seeing the palm full of glittering gold, both won’s gazes froze. They were only the lowest-level laborers in the pavilion, and besides occasionally taking advantage of these smooth-skinned little handso n, they hardly gained any real benefits.
After all, these handso n were thoroughly checked before being sent in. Even if they had good items, they were all confiscated long ago. How could it be their turn?
"You are thoughtful, but useless. We can’t possibly let you go, or else it’d be our deaths." The woman put away the gold, then sneered.
"Catch him; he might have more gold on him!" The other woman, not having gotten any gold, said in jealousy.
"The aunts misunderstand. I am not trying to escape, just requesting a chance to let replace this gentleman and serve the Pavilion Master." The man bowed with a smile.
The two won: "???"
Yang Xiao: "!!! Nice!"
"Brother, what courage! How can I not make it easier for you in such an opportunity? Quickly release , lest it hinders the brother’s advancent!"
Yang Xiao never imagined there could be such a hero, daring to feed himself to the tiger, truly worthy of admiration.
Thus, with the cost of another bag of gold, this person successfully secured the opportunity to serve the Pavilion Master for the night.
He and Yang Xiao were taken to a secluded place, separated, each watched by a woman, quickly stripping and exchanging clothes, and Yang Xiao was surprised to find that the man’s clothes surprisingly fit him well.
This scene raised his eyebrow; he suddenly rembered soone, the young man who backstabbed the Opera Robe Ghost during the siege.
The man resembled him by 80 or 90 percent, not entirely in appearance, but an indescribable similarity in essence.
"Could it be him..."
Since the other person always had his face covered with a scarf, coupled with the dim environnt, he never saw the real face clearly.
"Brother, please wait!"
Yang Xiao quickly caught up with the man being led away by the two won, seized the opportunity, and tore off the cover from his face.
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