Chapter 111: The Bamboo Pole Man
Zheng Haoyuan was the first to get down from the carriage.
"Cousin, shall I go and take a look first?" Zheng Haoyuan had seen that dark shadow before, although at the time his consciousness had been blurry and he hadn’t really seen the shadow’s true form. But even as a vague shadow, Zheng Haoyuan could feel that it was extremely ugly.
"Let’s go in together." Zheng Nianru had already gotten off the carriage, supporting Fu Dong. Although she wasn’t interested in the mages of Qiandao Temple and their mysterious charades, she was interested in immortality. To be precise, she was interested in bringing back the dead to life.
Seeing this, Zheng Haoyuan no longer tried to persuade her, but Yan Cheng was very supportive of his master’s straightforward nature. Even though he was a man, the sight of that dark shadow gave him the chills, and he feared that Princess Chao Ren, being such a delicate girl, would be frightened.
However, the astute Yan Cheng, upon just entering the door, instructed one of his men to find a piece of black silk to cover up the cage.
"Send a few more people to follow." Zheng Haoyuan spoke worriedly—not only for protecting Zheng Nianru; he was also scared, especially since he had nearly been killed by the dark shadow. But Zheng Haoyuan’s desire for revenge surpassed his fear.
Passing through the quiet courtyard, the Wen Family’s separate estate was no different from a regular household. Yan Cheng had already opened the main room in the central part, and through a side-room connected to the hall, a huge cage appeared before Zheng Nianru’s eyes.
Zheng Haoyuan noticed the cage was much like the one Zheng Muyuan had brought back from the Traveling Palace, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.
Zheng Nianru looked at the cage and saw a large piece of black silk covering all view, with a vague black shadow huddled in one corner of the cage. The height was not unusual, but even a thin man, huddled together, would not be so insubstantial.