What If I Can’t Die?

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

This woman is indeed coquettish and itchy.

Telling the truth often makes people uncomfortable, Huang Heyu froze while maintaining a smile.

She doesn't like this sentence.

"Do you always talk like this, sir?"

"Almost, I'm straight-talking."

"Did someone beat you?"

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

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

"Young Madam, it's hard to do something. This is not the style of a good woman."

Song Shi coughed, this woman didn't attack just because of a word, it seems that she is not a vicious person.

"Thank you, son, for your compliment. She is a woman from a good family."

Huang Heyu pursed his lips and walked into the courtyard, a young servant greeted him, and said respectfully, "Young Madam."

Song Shi took a look at this young servant, he was young and not yet an adult, his expression was a bit dull, he didn't know if he was used to seeing this beautiful young lady, Mrs. Young Madam every day or something, but he didn't seem to be obsessed with men outside.

"Xiaoqi, take this young master 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.

This courtyard looks very rich, with a lot of red lanterns hung, carved railings and jade bricks, and artificial landscape pavilions. There are dozens of people walking through it. Although it is not as rich as the original Song family, it is considered very good in this place.

He followed the boy to a wing room, watched the well-behaved servant girl come with water, and took off the storage bag and other things on her body.

After preparing the water, the maid walked in with a towel and a stack of clothes, put them aside, and finished preparing the soap horns and flower petals for bathing.

"Your Majesty, do you want your servant to help?" the servant girl asked respectfully.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Song Shi shook his head, he never liked people to take baths.

"Yes, son, you can call Xiao Jiu directly if you need something."

The servant girl retreated quietly.

Crash.

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

He glanced outside, it was late autumn now, and the water was piercing.

But he was already very angry, so he didn't say much, just wash it off.

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

The bugs outside made Song Shi quite curious, and now the cold bath water made him a little bit unbearable, and secretly released his thoughts while taking a bath.

Now his mental power is quite strong, and his spiritual sense can detect hundreds of feet away, but as soon as his thoughts come out, he feels like he has entered the fog.

"The power of formation?"

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

He didn't notice the unique fluctuation of the formation.

"Looking at the shape of the sun!"

Song Shi secretly used the trick of enhancing the power of spiritual exploration in the Taiyin conception, and immediately merged his thoughts into the energy of heaven and earth Taiyin.

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

Soon, his expression changed.

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

The pavilions, pavilions, and artificial landscapes felt hollow at the moment. In the main room deep in the courtyard, there was a trace of powerful aura pervading, and Song Shi didn't dare to explore his thoughts.

Song Shi stared blankly at the big wooden barrel in front of him: "No way, this courtyard is not normal, but you can't see the whole picture."

He stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the barrel, and felt that it was wood, but under the contemplation of the sun, it was as thin as paper.

"What's going on, is it because of the angle of the Taiyin visualization, or is this wooden 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.

"I have to go out and have a look. I dare not explore too deep inside, and I can't explore the whole picture."

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

"It fits pretty well!"

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

Satisfied, he opened the folding fan, put on the storage ring, tied more than a dozen storage bags around his waist, and walked out leisurely.

Huang Heyu was in the yard instructing his servants to move a few bundles of mulberry leaves out of the carriage, when he saw Huang Heyu, he praised: "Young master is really a good-looking talent."

"Are you raising bugs?"

Song Shi was curious.

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

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

"Well, silkworms are more delicate."

Song Shi nodded and touched the clothes on his body: "This should be made from the silk spun by your silkworms. It's really good."

"What do you think, son?"

Huang Heyu has a lot of meaning.

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 old master Huang and 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.

"Husband is inconvenient. He is resting in the backyard. If the young master wants to see you, Heyu can take you there."

"Since I'm sick, I won't bother you. Thank you, Young Madam, for your hospitality. I have to go home, and I won't be staying soon."

"My lord, what are you in a hurry for? It's not too early. It's not too late to have a meal and rest overnight~ www.wuxiahere.com~ I'll arrange a car 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 good."

Seeing that the woman didn't want to let him go, Song Shi changed his method.

"Let me let the housekeeper follow you, and I can also introduce you to the scenery of our village by the way."

After Huang Heyu finished speaking, an old man with a goatee and a slightly stooped body appeared with a smile: "My lord, please."

Song Shi's face twitched, and he walked out calmly, glanced at the two guards at the door, just like the refugee took the position and walked.

He walked quickly, but the goatee housekeeper followed closely.

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

He glanced back at the manor with a sigh.

"What a beautiful manor, just like a painting."

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

"I don't know if it was folded and cut?"

Song Shi was curious: "This handicraft looks like a god's reward."

He has already seen the whole manor through the observation of the sun, which is a weird art made of paper.

There were not many living people inside, and the maids and servants were all made of paper, even the clothes on his body were cut out of yellow paper.

He didn't expect that he could really see the paper man in this world.

The goatee housekeeper narrowed his eyes, and said hehe: "As expected of the person invited by the young lady herself, he has such a vision at a young age."

Seeing the picture, 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 your money?"