At that mont.
A commotion suddenly broke out on the n’s side.
Everyone had finished eating and drinking, spirits were high.
No one knew who started it.
"Have you heard about that Ghost Mansion in the suburb?"
"I know, I know, there’s always the sound of crying at midnight, and the night watchn passing by can see ghostly figures swaying!"
"That house has been left alone for so long, and no one dares to take it."
"I heard it was a place where prisoners were held during the forr dynasty, there’s a big dungeon underneath with a lot of resentnt!"
"Soone brave went in before, ended up seeing a figure sweeping the floor with their back turned, thinking it was soone who ca to explore with him. He tapped the person’s shoulder, and when that person turned around, guess what he saw!"
"What? Don’t keep us in suspense, hurry up and tell us."
"The person had no face!"
The young aristocrats were in an uproar.
They were all spirited young n, and hearing this made them excited.
"In that case, let’s go take a look together."
They had just finished the al.
They looked at Fang Wushen: "Brother Wushe, do you want to join us?"
However, Fang Wushen was sullenly drinking fruit wine.
He kept staring at Feng Fuce and Bai Zhi’er, noticing that these two kept exchanging glances now and then.
Their relationship seed so good.
Fang Wushen was a bit upset, since when did Zhi’er beco so close with Feng Fuce?
"Brother Wushe?" A friend waved a hand in front of him.
Fang Wushen snapped back: "What is it?"
"We’re planning to investigate that Ghost Mansion, do you want to co with us?"
After all, among them, Fang Wushen was the one with the highest martial arts skills. With him around, it would bolster their courage.
Fang Wushen put down his wine glass, muttering, "I’ll go!"
The banquet ended.
When the boudoir ladies heard that this group of young masters were going to explore the Ghost Mansion, so were curious, others were scared.
So were bold enough to propose going along.
Fang Youzhen went too, mainly to keep an eye on her brother.
The Third Young Master decided to join in as well, to accompany Fang Youzhen for fun.
Feng Fuce quietly walked to Bai Zhi’er’s side.
Calmly, he asked, "How many glasses of wine did you sneak just now?"
Bai Zhi’er knew he would ask.
She looked up, with a sweet smile: "Three glasses."
Feng Fuce chuckled, obviously not believing: "Little liar."
Bai Zhi’er mumbled, "Fine, a whole jug, I finished it."
Feng Fuce’s previously calm deanor faded.
He looked sharply at Bai Zhi’er: "Aren’t you afraid of getting drunk?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes innocently: "I don’t feel a thing and think I could handle another jug."
Feng Fuce frowned, "Not allowed."
While they were talking, the Third Young Master walked over.
"Sister, they’re going to play at a Ghost Mansion in the suburb, are you going?"
Bai Zhi’er’s eyes lit up at the ntion of ghosts.
"Are there really ghosts?" Wouldn’t that an more rit coming my way!
The Third Young Master laughed, "I think it’s fake, how could there be so many ghosts?"
"That place is just an abandoned prison from the forr dynasty, hasn’t been used for years. It’s probably just so animal that sneaked in, causing strange sounds every night."
Bai Zhi’er nodded repeatedly: "I’m going, I’m going!"
The Third Young Master turned to Feng Fuce, "And Marquis Wan..."
Before he could finish, Feng Fuce calmly replied, "I’m going too."
Feng Fuce glanced sideways at Bai Zhi’er’s flushed cheeks.
He thought Little Demon Pet was almost drunk, and he wasn’t comfortable letting soone else take care of her if he wasn’t around.
Bai Zhi’er smiled sweetly: "Let’s all go for a walk, besides, we just ate, it’ll help with digestion."
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