In the desolate wilderness, strange occurrences often mean the presence of a demon.
The sound of the pipa outside was very pleasant, which only made it seem even more eerie.
Gui Hu, however, was calm and unflustered, his face full of composure.
In the darkness, the sound of the pipa was continuous, sometimes like the trickling of a stream, sometimes like the unending clatter of horse hooves, or the patter of sudden rain on the eaves. Listening at night, it also resembled the affectionate whispers of a woman, making one stop and listen.
In the night, a woman stood in front of the carriage, dressed in a pitiable white gown.
She had a face like a silver disk, slightly upturned fox eyes of pale gold, with a slender yet graceful figure, and she was draped in a thin veil.
A gust of wind blew by, lifting the veil, revealing a pair of long, fair, beautiful legs. Her waist was slim enough to hold with one hand, and in her hands, she held a pipa, playing and singing.
