Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 782: Chapter 587: The Five Eccentrics of Bo Mansion_2

A man with a face full of pockmarks leaned in, rubbing his hands excitedly and staring up at Fang Zhou’s clear face, "Little brother, what type are you into?"

"I’ll listen to my elder brother," Yang Xiao had instructed him to speak less and listen more. Questions like this were better left to Yang Xiao, and besides, this was just going through the motions.

"We have a clean and tidy one, little brother, come with me and I guarantee you’ll be satisfied!" one man recommended.

"The younger ones won’t do, this is a youth’s first time; it needs to be with someone older. Older ones cool the fire, know their limits, and will take care of you," another man grabbed Fang Zhou’s hand and started to drag him inside. freёwebnoѵel.com

The men began arguing with each other, but Yang Xiao interrupted them and looked at one of them, who was red-faced from the dispute—this was Yang Xiao’s target, the very man he had followed here, "Your place then, how much silver?"

The man who got the business couldn’t close his mouth from smiling and put up two fingers, "It’s cheap, two Qian of silver for thirty minutes."

Thirty minutes is roughly half an hour; Yang Xiao would use this time to draw information from the man outside while his task for Fang Zhou was to stall.

In the dimly lit alley, after receiving the silver, the man, to be safe, put the silver in his mouth and bit on it to make sure there was no problem, then he finally let Fang Zhou go in. Fang Zhou intended to dawdle for a while, but the man had misunderstood and immediately lit an incense, placing it beside a bench in an incense burner, "I’m telling you, we’re starting to count the time now, and if you exceed it... you’ll have to pay extra!"

Left with no choice, Fang Zhou braced himself and approached the small, dark room, noticing the door was very low, requiring one to stoop to enter, and that a heavy curtain hung behind it.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Zhou lifted the curtain and found a red candle burning inside. With the faint candlelight, he saw that the room was very small, a bed taking up a third of the space, and there was a woman sitting on it with her head bowed, her face flickering in the dim light.

Seeing someone enter, the woman reacted almost automatically as if to get off the bed, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s hum, "Master, don’t rush, I will attend to your clothing immediately."

Seeing the woman, scarcely clothed, walking towards him, Fang Zhou panicked and quickly intervened, stepping forward to take a seat on a nearby chair, "I’m not in a hurry, and... don’t you hurry either, let’s just talk for a bit, I... I need to get into the mood."

"Mhmm," the woman bowed her head, not daring to look at Fang Zhou, retreated back to the bed, and sat quietly at the edge.

As each second passed, the situation became increasingly tense until Fang Zhou noticed the woman began to sob softly, "What’s wrong?"

"Master must be unsatisfied with me, thinking of going out to return the silver, but... but my man wouldn’t allow it, and when I get back... he’s going to beat me," the woman whispered in between sobs. She dared not cry out loud or the men outside would beat her as well.

"You’ve misunderstood; I was also forced to come here by my own elder brother. How about this, let’s just chat casually, and once the time is up, I’ll leave. I won’t return the silver, and you don’t need to tell your husband anything," Fang Zhou thought of a perfect solution.

"Really?" For the first time, the woman lifted her head and looked at Fang Zhou with astonishment in her eyes, "You’re not deceiving me."

Fang Zhou smiled, showing off the airs of an ancient young master, disdainfully said, "Two Qian of silver is nothing to me, but you’d better keep quiet. If you mess up my business, I’ll tell your man to deal with you very harshly!"

Indeed, upon the mention of her man, the woman’s face instantly paled with fear, and she waved her hands frantically, "I dare not, I won’t!"

Seeing that he had intimidated the woman, Fang Zhou breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be composed as he approached her and sat down beside her on the bed, staring at her, "Now, tell me about your experiences, and... the affairs of Fushou Manor."

While Fang Zhou was indoors gathering information, Yang Xiao was also busy outside, idly chatting with the man, casually steering the conversation towards the topic of demons. According to the man, these demons had come to the manor spreading demon poetry, and those who were caught had already been executed under the orders of Earl Mansion.

"What is this demon poetry?" Yang Xiao inquired.

This question seemed to strike a nerve in the man, who suddenly stood up, looking at Yang Xiao with a tense face, "What... what do you want to know this for? No, who exactly are you?"

"Who else comes here for fun?" Yang Xiao feigned calmness.

In the next second, without waiting for Yang Xiao to stop him, the man suddenly turned and looked toward the small, dark room. There had been no sound of a struggle, which seemed odd. He charged over and yanked the door curtain open, only to find Fang Zhou chatting with the woman. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

The man was shocked and furious. He barged into the room, first slapping the woman across the face, then grabbing Fang Zhou’s collar and dragging him out, "Get out! Get out of here!"

It wasn’t until they passed under a hanging lantern that the man’s dragging halted. Staring at Fang Zhou’s collar, his fear was palpable. Then, he trembled and released his grip, falling to his knees with a "thud," "My lord! I didn’t know it was you, I deserve to die... I deserve to die!!"

At that moment, Yang Xiao also realized the man had recognized their identities, a question that had been troubling him. Walking over, he grabbed the man by the shoulders and lifted him, smiling meaningfully, "It seems you’ve recognized us."