The shopkeeper barred his mouth, and his whole body only felt incomparably shocked.
Luckily, he had grabbed the staircase handrail when he was chasing after it, if this was his own arm.
Oh my God!
That would have killed him.
Thinking of this, the shopkeeper couldn't help but feel the bones in both of his arms getting cold, so he rubbed his hands on his arms and turned around to close the door.
At this moment, Han Qianqian's body had already turned into a shadow, quickly flashing through the darkness, so fast and so small that people did not even notice it under the darkness.
The wind stopped.
The sound of the wind stopped slightly.
On top of a small bridge, three women were slowly walking forward, and when the wind stopped, Han Qianqian's figure was already standing in front of the three women.
With a slight smile, the three women bowed with dignity and grace, as if they had expected Han Qianqian to come after them: "Greetings, young warrior Han!"
"Did you leave this handkerchief behind?" Han Qianqian took the handkerchief out, his face slightly strained.
"Yes!" The woman in the lead smiled slightly, "This handkerchief was indeed taken to me by my master, and I gave it to the shopkeeper to give to young warrior Han, I wonder if Han Qianqian would like to share a drink with my master now?"
"Who exactly is your master?" Han Qianqian bellowed coldly, and the hand that was gripping the handkerchief could not help but clench slightly.
"Young warrior Han, you will naturally know when you arrive." The leading woman was also calm, and after a slight curl of her body, she gave Han Qianqian a faint smile.
Han Qianqian's brow was slightly frowned as he was obviously thinking seriously.
Although the woman in front of him did not have the slightest bit of cultivation, her calmness was incomparable to others, and this calmness was obviously not faked.
If it were an ordinary woman, she would not dare to say that she was frightened in the face of the oncoming force, but at least she could not be so calm.
So these three women must be from a famous family.
But what famous family could there be in this small frontier town?
Even if there were, how could they possibly have anything to do with this handkerchief?
"Good!" Han Qianqian hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Then, Young Warrior Han, please, I will lead the way for you!"
After saying this, the leading woman walked ahead and led the way for Han Qianqian.
Following her footsteps, Han Qianqian and his party walked slowly in the direction of the city's western city.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, passing through layers of shops and homes, Han Qianqian suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma and his divine sense subconsciously spread out in all directions.
It was natural for Han Qianqian to be extremely cautious at such times.
However, apart from the sound of the zither and the water, he did not find anyone ambushing him.
Soon, the group of four stopped in front of a mansion, from which the sounds of water and zither were coming, and it was not a large mansion, not even the simplest of decorations like stone lions.
However, because of its small size and the chic decoration, it had a rather otherworldly atmosphere.
From the perception of divine sense, there were quite a few people in the mansion in front of him, but most of them were scattered freely rather than gathered together, which also showed from the side that there was no so-called ambush in the mansion.
When he checked this out, Han Qianqian's aura was slightly withdrawn.
At that moment, the woman rang the door of the residence, and within a few moments, the door was opened, and what met the eye was a paradise.
Even though it was late at night, the main hall on the far side of the house was as bright as a firefly in the darkness of the night.
With the light emanating from the house, Han Qianqian could vaguely see that the corridor spreading from the main door to the main hall was woven with flowers and greenery, many of which were fragrant even at night, and walking in it was like being in a natural world.
In the main hall of the house, the faint sound of the zither rang out.
Because the song that the zither sounded ......
was ...... surprisingly an Earth song.
How could there be songs of Earth in the Eight Worlds?
This caused Han Qianqian's breath, which had just been slightly relieved, to lift up again.
When he arrived at the main entrance, the three women from the party just made an inviting gesture, and then retreated.
As one looked around, the main hall was elegantly decorated, with white curtains hanging down everywhere, and the indistinct sound of the zither, one would never have thought that there was such a unique and exquisite residence in this private house.
Han Qianqian sat down on the guest table, which had already been set up, with a mahogany coffee table in front of it, with a glass of wine and a fruit plate.
Above the guest table, on top of the main seat, two maids were gently shaking their fans, and in front of them, a woman dressed in green gently played the zither.
The sound of the zither was so beautiful that even Han Qianqian could not help but be slightly intoxicated.
But in the next second, Han Qianqian snapped awake!
He suddenly realised that there was a gap in his mind, and he had completely lost himself and his will. If not for his strong will and high cultivation level, he might have been sunk by the attraction of the zither just now.
"Bang!"
Han Qianqian moved slightly, and the wooden coffee table in front of him suddenly made a loud bang.
The sound of the zither was slightly disrupted, and after a few more end notes near the end, the music ended.
"Young warrior Han, the so-called good time and delicious food should be the best time for relaxation and self-pleasure, why are you so angry?" At the end of her sentence, the woman put down the zither in her hand and raised her eyes slightly to look at Han Qianqian.
Although there were quite a few white curtains covering her, and the woman was wearing a transparent veil, just her beautiful eyes and the outline of her face were enough to make people amazed and secretly sigh that this was a great beauty.
"What you played was clearly a song from the earth, who are you?" Han Qianqian said in a cold voice.
This incomparably familiar and slightly mournful melody, how could Han Qianqian, as an earthling, not remember this one of the divine songs of the earth?
But the fact that someone from the Eight Worlds could play it had to make Han Qianqian both very strange and very wary.
"You men, you're just impatient." She smiled gently, and her eyes narrowed into a half-moon because of her smile, which was almost sweet and almost deadly.
"Three thousand, you've come a long way, so I'll drink to you." After saying that, she gently raised her glass of wine and toasted Han Qianqian from afar.
Han Qianqian didn't know what medicine she was selling in her gourd, but, as she came, she gritted her teeth and Han Qianqian lifted the cup and drank it down in one go.
Putting down the cup, she smiled gently and said, "Is that song from Earth still okay? It shouldn't be out of date yet, after all, classics live on forever, I think you'll like it, right?"
Han Qianqian's face was slightly cold and her brows were slightly locked as she said, "You're also from Earth, aren't you."