Immortality begins in Goose City

Chapter 67 The Truth About the Beautiful Snake

Huang Shujian did not enter Xingli Garden through the main gate.

He moved to the side, took a deep breath, and activated the Nine Heavens Crane Shadow Technique. His blood and qi surged, and he felt 30% lighter. With a light touch of his toes, he leaped into the air!

The wall beneath my feet seemed to transform into steps.

Using the gaps between the bricks for leverage, he leaped onto the second-floor roof like a white crane spreading its wings in a few bounds.

He turned over and pushed open a half-closed window, then silently slipped into the room.

There were no lights, only complete darkness. Only a sliver of moonlight peeked through the cracks in the window.

Huang Shujian did not act immediately, but waited a moment.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, and his pupils contracted slightly.

There was a smell of dust in the air, along with a faint musty smell, mixed with an indescribable sweet and fishy odor.

His gaze slowly swept across the area.

Several broken boxes were piled up in the corner, covered with a gray cloth.

A half-length mirror with a chipped corner stood against the wall, its surface blurry, reflecting his indistinct image.

An old dressing table, with a few broken hairpins scattered on it, and a box of dried rouge.

There was no one in sight.

Huang Shujian confirmed this before lifting his foot and moving it gently.

The floorboards creaked softly, a sound that was particularly clear in the silence.

He walked very lightly, like a cat at night.

His eyes were constantly scanning his surroundings warily, and his ears were perked up, ready to catch any slight movement.

Opposite to the wall, there is a tightly closed window.

The window paper was torn in several places, and the light from the backyard outside leaked in through the holes, casting small spots of light on the ground.

Huang Shujian's target was that window.

Open it, and you should be able to see the Xingliyuan backend...

Sudden.

A song rang out from the darkness.

It was very light and soft, like a feather brushing against the ear.

It was a woman's voice, singing a popular folk song from the Republican era:

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower..."

"Even if all the flowers in the garden are in bloom, their fragrance cannot surpass hers..."

Her voice was sweet and clear, carrying the innocence of a young girl.

The sound, though echoing in the pitch-black room filled with clutter, carried an indescribable chill.

Huang Shujian stopped abruptly, his muscles tensing instantly.

He clearly looked around when he came in to make sure no one was there.

But the singing was so close, as if it were right next to my ear, right in this room.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, and looked in the direction of the singing.

The singing was coming from the northwest corner of the room. There were several boxes piled up there, but the boxes were too small to hide a person.

But the singing did indeed come from there.

Huang Shujian recalled the beautiful snake he had performed on stage before...

His eyes narrowed, and his right hand quietly gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist.

The icy touch of his liver and gallbladder calmed him down slightly.

He slowly walked towards the small wooden box.

The closer you get, the clearer the singing becomes.

She sang that same song, Jasmine Flower, over and over again. Her voice was sickeningly sweet and unnaturally innocent.

Huang Shujian walked up to the wooden box, stopped, and looked inside.

With the faint light filtering in through the window, he could see clearly.

At the bottom of the box was a white porcelain jar.

The jar was small, with a mouth only as thick as a bowl, and was entirely white, gleaming with a cold, porcelain-like sheen in the dim light.

On the mouth of the jar, a human head was prominently displayed.

A woman's head.

Her jet-black hair was neatly combed and tied into a bun at the back of her head, with a silver hairpin inserted in it.

Her face was very white, as white as fine porcelain, almost reflecting light in the dark.

With delicate features, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and lips painted with light lipstick, she was singing "Jasmine Flower" as she opened and closed her lips.

Her eyes were open, but her gaze was empty, staring blankly into the darkness ahead, without any focus.

Like... an exquisite doll.

Huang Shujian's breathing paused for a moment.

Even though he had experienced all sorts of evil spirits, seeing this scene still made him feel a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

A human head. A living, singing human head, placed on a jar.

The jar was only the size of a head; there could not possibly be a body underneath.

How did she survive?

The singing continues.

"I long to pick a flower to wear, but I fear the people who admire the flower will scold me..."

The human head seemed to sense Huang Shujian's approach, and her singing paused slightly.

Then, she slowly turned her head, her empty eyes looking at Huang Shujian.

On that exquisitely beautiful face, the corners of her lips slowly curved upwards, revealing a sweet smile, as if a single glance could captivate a hundred hearts.

Her smile was even more captivating than Lan Xiaodie's and Mei Ruguo's.

She was stunningly beautiful... if you ignored the fact that she only had one head.

"Zheng..."

The liver and gallbladder emerged three inches from the sheath, and then stopped.

The beautiful woman smiled, then turned back to look at the inside of the wooden box in front of her and continued singing her lullaby.

That smile just now seemed to be just an instinctive reaction after she noticed someone approaching.

Just like on stage, forcing a smile for the guests.

She was left with only instinct...

Huang Shujian stared at her for a long time.

His gaze moved from the head's face to the jar below, and then back to the head's neck.

The mouth of the jar tightly gripped the neck, fitting perfectly.

He suddenly understood.

This is not just a head; it is a complete person.

His body was crammed into this small jar, with only his head sticking out.

I don't know what kind of evil magic was used to keep her alive, able to sing, and able to laugh.

But his mind... he's probably long gone.

Huang Shujian took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling a tightness in his chest.

It wasn't fear, but a cold, icy anger.

savage.

These four words churned in his mind.

He stared at the exquisite yet empty face of the severed head, listening to the sickeningly sweet singing, and suddenly felt that the air in the room had become thick, carrying the smell of blood and sin.

He didn't touch the head.

They didn't touch the jar either.

He just stared at it quietly for a few seconds, then turned around and continued walking towards the window opposite.

The singing continued behind me, sweet and innocent, over and over again.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, what a beautiful jasmine flower..."

Huang Shujian walked to the window, reached out, and grasped the window latch.

The latch was a bit rusty, so he pulled it gently.

"Creak—"

The window was pushed open a crack.

Light from the backyard streamed in, illuminating half of his face.

It also illuminated the jar containing the human head that was singing in the darkness in the room behind them.

Huang Shujian didn't turn around; he looked out the window.

The backstage area of ​​Xingliyuan is right below.

The argument was coming from the backstage area on the first floor, but it was so intense that no one noticed that a window above their head had been pushed open a crack.

Under the lights, Lu Yu and Murong Xue stood in the middle, their faces ashen.

The head of Xingliyuan Troupe looked bewildered, wringing his hands, unsure of what to do.

The troupe leader, Xie, stood opposite them, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.