Chapter 7: Rutaceae Pavilion (1/2)
Chapter 7: Rutaceae Pavilion
Where did all the people go?
Tang Doudou struggled to her feet, then looked around. It was extremely quiet, the only sound was that of candles burning in lanterns. All that could be seen in the room were the broken floor tiles. Other than that, not even the shadow of a ghost could be seen.
What the hell, say leave and really just left? Not even giving a little explanation, how horribly rude.
Tang Doudou touched her face. They’ve left, then she should leave too?
Hell, if she doesn’t leave now, how much longer was she planning to wait ah! Tang Doudou instantly became spirited. Who cares where they went? It doesn’t have a feather to do with her! Running for her life was more important!
Picking a direction at random, Tang Doudou ran two steps before stopping again. Crap, she’s not familiar with the people, the environment, or the culture here, which direction should she flee towards? And where to escape to?
Would that group of black-clothed men come back? What should she do if she came across them?
After thinking it over, Tang Doudou still decided to leave this place first!
With her mind made up, she rushed downstairs. In a few moments, she was already far away from the pavilion and had arrived at a place that resembled an outside courtyard. As she walked along a small path in the courtyard, she didn’t encounter anyone but she could hear faint ‘ping ping pang pang’ sounds of armed combat. She squinted her eyes but all she could see was a mass of black. Retrieving her gaze, she changed to a different direction and continued running.
She didn’t have to run for long before she saw that there were dim figures moving ahead. Even though the surroundings were brightly lit, her line of sight wasn’t very clear. Tang Doudou could only rely on intuition and continue running forward.
As Huai City’s largest pleasure quarters, once night fell, Rutaceae Pavilion became the liveliest place in the entire Huai City.
There were a lot of crowds coming and going. Looking down from the second floor, you could only see a sea of inky black heads. Shoulders rubbing shoulders, feet following feet, all those jostling about were guests going to Rutaceae Pavilion.
Of these guests, some were from Huai City, but the majority were outsiders that were attracted here by its reputation.
However, the guests that came tonight were a bit different from those of the past.
The expressions on the faces of those that were coming and going were serious. They were in groups of three and four and all kept some distance from one another. However, they had one common characteristic: when they walked strong wind would be generated. You could tell they were not ordinary citizens with one look.