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Night falls, and the bustling heart of the capital gradually gives way to silence. However, in a corner of the pleasure district - the Qinglou, lights still flicker and voices still clamor. As the night deepens, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin don their dark cloaks and step into this world full of temptation and danger.
This time, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin have a significant purpose: "They have come to seek the mysterious second incarnation known as The Immortal in the Painting."
They decided to start with the young Geisha who had recently been taken in, especially those who had just entered the industry.
After carefully collecting a large amount of data and conducting multiple comparisons, the two immortals cautiously formulated an action plan. Once everything was ready, they proceeded without hesitation to the location of the target individual.
Crossing the street in front of the brothel, there were street vendors like praying mantises catching cicadas, decadent painters, and a Geisha holding a pipa. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin slowly entered the brothel "Moon Like Frost."
"The Moon Like Frost" has a big reputation, being a top-notch brothel in the capital city, not only because of the beauty of the women here, but also because of the deep and unfathomable shadow hidden here.
And their target is the second incarnation of The Immortal in the Painting - a woman skilled in the arts.
The hall was brightly lit, with the red paper of the lanterns casting a hazy glow. Geishas were dressed in gorgeous attire, charming and laughing with the occasional guest. But Wu Sheng and Hang Lin remained unmoved by the extravagant environment, their gaze deep and resolute.
"I've heard there are many beauties here, but also many tales of misfortune," Hang Lin said lightly.
"That's natural. Just like every beautiful painting, there are always some unseen shadows." Wu Sheng expressed their purpose for coming here.
The shop assistant led the two upstairs, and they headed towards the elegant seats on the second floor.
The environment on the second floor is completely different from the first floor, no longer having the bustling and noisy atmosphere. Instead, there is a noble and mysterious atmosphere intertwined.
"It's strange, the lanterns here are carved from jade, and they are also engraved with phoenix and dragon patterns, all of which are very much in line with royal taste," Hang Lin observed the details around with a calm tone.
"This brothel has always had an unusual relationship with the royal family, but that's not important. What's important is our goal. " Wu Sheng interrupted Hang Lin's words.
In front of each room's door, there are a pair of colorful lanterns, as gorgeous as the costumes worn by the geishas. However, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin only focused on one room's door, where a lantern depicting a beautiful woman holding a lovely fan was hanging.
The woman skilled in the arts. Her name is " Fei Yan ", and she is chatting with a seemingly wealthy man.
" Fei Yan " has a delicate appearance, and her slender figure is fully displayed in the red embroidered long dress, while the coldness in her eyes reveals the loneliness that is untouchable deep in her heart.
"She looks like an ordinary woman, but I can sense a dangerous aura," " Hang Lin " frowned and whispered to " Wu Sheng."
Wu Sheng gazed at Fei Yan and said calmly, "Yes, I feel the same way. We must proceed with caution to avoid triggering her alertness."
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin temporarily hide in a bustling street corner, gazing into the distance at the location of " Fei Yan " and waiting for the right moment to act. They have their sights set on a menial servant responsible for arranging guests and prostitutes in a brothel.
"Let's first get to know that servant and see if we can track down the recent whereabouts of ' Fei Yan'," Wu Sheng suggested.
"Good idea, this way we can better understand the operating mode here." After agreeing, he walked over to that person.
Skillfully engaging in conversation with the staff, he soon learned about the recent activities and background of " Fei Yan." Although the information was limited, it was enough to prompt action from " Wu Sheng " and " Hang Lin."
" Fei Yan, originally named Yan Liu, is sixteen years old and comes from a poor family. Her father passed away, her mother is seriously ill, and their family is in ruins. In order to repay the family's debts, she was sold here to become a Geisha. A girl who should have been like a flower ready to be picked, but due to the twists of fate, she has fallen into this situation," muttered Hang Lin.
"Alright, we know where she will be performing next. This is a perfect opportunity," Hang Lin and Wu Sheng hastily confirmed the plan.
"Okay, we know that she will hold a big performance in two days, which will attract many noble disciples. Before this large-scale performance, it is our perfect opportunity," Hang Lin and Wu Sheng hastily confirmed the plan.
"I will disguise myself as a wealthy merchant to purchase the painting, which will be the subject of her painting. You will then disguise yourself as my guard, and if anything goes wrong, you will act immediately." Wu Sheng carefully laid out the plan.
Hang Lin nodded, "Very well, it's settled then."
On the second night, the lights of the brothel were bright, as if it were daytime. " Fei Yan " stood on the second floor as usual, beginning her dance performance. Finally, she took a brush and waved it on the white paper, and in an instant, it became a landscape painting.
In the audience, a wealthy merchant and his bodyguard sat there, with smiles on their faces, but their eyes revealed doubt and vigilance.
After the performance of Fei Yan, the wealthy merchant immediately stood up and applauded. Then he walked towards Fei Yan and said in a low voice, "Miss Fei Yan, your dancing has deeply moved me. I would like to purchase your painting and am willing to pay a high price."
A hint of barely noticeable surprise flashed in Fei Yan's eyes, but it quickly subsided. "Thank you for your praise, wealthy sir. Please follow me."
Two people followed closely behind and entered a dimly lit room, filled with a strong fragrance and adorned with several exquisite paintings on the walls. Wu Sheng and Hang Lin had already noticed a flute placed in the corner of the room, emitting a subtle spiritual energy.
Fei Yan took out a painting, preparing to hand it to Wu Sheng, while Hang Lin closely watched her hand, ready to act at any moment.
When they received the painting, their spiritual power suddenly disappeared, and Wu Sheng and Hang Lin felt puzzled.
Fei Yan said, "You two are good people. Consider this painting a gift from the lady, and let it be a bond of goodwill between you two."
She said this, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin exchanged a glance, sensing the wariness and suspicion in each other's eyes. After all, they had chased all the way here, not to accept such a gift.
Hang Lin's palm slightly dampened, but still maintained a dignified posture, and said somewhat helplessly, "Thank you for your kindness, we accept it."
Wu Sheng After receiving the painting, he felt the original flowing spiritual power within the painting instantly disappear without a trace, as if evaporating in the scorching summer heat. He couldn't help but furrow his brow, knowing that there must be something fishy about it.
Fei Yan The smile at the corner of her eyes deepened, seeming quite satisfied with the two people's reactions. She rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the door, saying softly, "In that case, please rest here, and I will take my leave."
Hang Lin and Wu Sheng can only touch their noses at this time, secretly feeling that this trip seems to be a bit unnecessary. But the two also understand that the person in front of them, Fei Yan, is probably not as simple as it seems on the surface.
"Let's go, Wu Sheng," Hang Lin sighed and pushed the door open.
Two people walked out of the room, with the clear and pure laughter of Fei Yan still echoing in their ears like spring water. But they felt an increasingly chilly sensation at their backs, as if there were cold fingertips lightly flicking them.
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