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

This woman is really slutty and it makes people feel itchy.

Truth is often uncomfortable, and Huang Heyu's face kept smiling and stiff.

She doesn't like this sentence.

"Does the young master usually speak like this?"

"Absolutely, I'm a straightforward person."

"Is anyone beat you up?"

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

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

"Would the young lady have to do it? This is not like the style of a good woman."

Song Shi coughed, and this woman didn't take action just by saying a word. It seemed that she was not a vicious person.

"Thank you, my son for your praise, he is just a good woman."

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

Song Shi glanced at the servant. He was not old and had not yet grown up. He looked a little tummy. He didn't know if he was used to seeing the young lady, the beautiful young woman, every day, or something, but he was not obsessed with the 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 around all the way.

The yard is quite rich and rich. There are a lot of red lanterns hanging, carved railings and jade buildings, and rockery and water pavilions. There are dozens of people passing by. Although they are not as rich as the Song family, they are very good in this area.

He followed the servant to a wing room, and saw the well-behaved maid coming over with water and took off the storage bag and other things on his body.

After preparing the water, the maid walked in with a towel and a stack of clothes, put it aside, and prepared the soapcorns and petals for the bath.

"Young Master, do you want me to help?" the maid asked respectfully.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Song Shi shook his head. He had never liked to serve and take a bath.

"Yes, young master, if you have something to do, you can call Xiaojiu just."

The maid quietly retreated.

Crash.

Song Shi walked into the bucket and exclaimed: "Cold water, shouldn't normal people take hot water when taking a bath?"

He glanced outside and found that it was late autumn and the water was a biting.

However, he was already angry, so he didn't say much, just wash it.

While taking a shower, he thought about the weird things he saw, and was puzzled: "It doesn't seem dangerous now, and I don't know what changes will happen later."

The insects outside made Song Shi quite curious. The cold bath water made him a little unable to help but secretly release his thoughts while taking a shower.

Now his mental power is quite powerful, and his spiritual sense can detect a hundred feet away, but as soon as his thoughts come out, he feels like he enters the fog.

"The power of the formation?"

Song Shi was surprised and immediately felt that it didn't look very similar.

He did not notice the unique fluctuations of the formation.

"Taiyin looks at the shape!"

Song Shi secretly used the secret of enhancing the power of spiritual consciousness exploration in the Taiyin visualization method, and suddenly his thoughts merged into the Taiyin energy of heaven and earth.

With the help of a trace of Taiyin energy in the world, his thoughts found the medium and finally found something outside in the fog.

Soon, his face changed.

The originally magnificent courtyard became a bit unreal, like an exquisite painting, and the lanterns outside the door looked like paper folded out simply, and were a little abnormally red.

The pavilions, towers, rockery and water pavilions are now feeling empty. In the main room deep in the yard, a trace of powerful aura is spreading, and Song Shi did not dare to stumble over his thoughts.

Song Shi looked at the big wooden barrel in front of him and was dazed: "No, this courtyard is not normal, but he can't see the whole picture."

He reached out and grabbed the edge of the barrel, and touched it with his hands, but it was as thin as paper under the visualization of Taiyin.

"What's going on? Is it because of the Taiyin visualization angle, or is this wooden barrel made of paper?"

Song Shi was shocked. He originally thought that the person who ate insects would be deceived by illusions and other means, but now he can't even see the truth with his eyes.

"We must go out and have a look. We dare not investigate too deeply here, and we cannot explore the whole picture."

He washed the dirt in a few strokes, got up and picked up the yellow silk robe next to him and put it on.

"It's quite fit!"

Song Shi walked around and said, "It's just a little too rich. I still like white and blue."

He opened the folding fan with satisfaction, put the storage ring on, tied more than a dozen storage bags together and tied them around his waist, and walked out leisurely.

Huang Heyu was in the yard and asked the servants to move a few bundles of mulberry leaves from the carriage. When he saw Huang Heyu, he praised: "Young master is really a talented person."

"Are you raising insects?"

Song Shi was curious.

"If the silkworm that the young master refers to is a bug, it will be true."

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

"Well, silkworms are more delicate."

Song Shi nodded and touched the clothes on his body: "This should be made of silkworms spitted, it's really good."

"What do you think of the young master?"

Huang and jade are meaningful.

Song Shi's heart moved slightly and said with a smile: "What else can it be if it is not silk? Where are your Master Huang and the Young Master?"

"In the main hall."

Huang Heyu pointed to the center of the courtyard. After the high threshold, an old man was sitting upright in the lobby three meters deep, smiling at Song Shi.

"My husband is inconvenient and rests in the backyard. If the young master wants to see you, He Yu can take you there."

"Since I'm in good health, I won't disturb you. Thank you for your reception. I have to go home and stay there soon."

"Young Master is so anxious. It's getting late. It's not too late to have a meal and rest overnight before leaving. I'll just arrange a carriage and horse to take you back tomorrow."

Huang Heyu tried to stay.

"This... I'll go out for a walk, the scenery in your Woccan Village looks very good."

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

"I'll ask the butler to follow you and can also introduce you to the scenery of our village."

After Huang Heyu finished speaking, a goatee-bearded old man with a slightly hunchbacked body appeared with a smile: "Young master, please."

Song Shi twitched his face, walked out without hesitation, glanced at the two guards at the door, walking like the position where the refugees were just taken away.

He was quick at his feet, but the goatee butler followed closely.

Song Shi arrived at the place where he gave him porridge and stopped. He found that the refugees had eaten and drunk enough, so he sat in the valley to rest.

He looked back at the manor and sighed.

"What a beautiful manor, like a painting."

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

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

Song Shi was curious: "This craft is obviously a way to eat God's food."

He had already seen the whole picture of the entire manor through the view of the shape of the Taiyin. This was a strange work of art folded with paper.

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

He didn't expect that he could really meet a paper man in this world.

The goatee's butler narrowed his eyes and said, "It's worthy of being the one who asked the young lady to invite her in person. She has such a vision at a young age."

The picture was revealed, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little nervous.
Chapter completed!