"Wait a minute—"

A response soon came from inside the door, and the aura of calamity was rapidly approaching.

Until the aura of calamity was so strong that it was close at hand, Dong Wusheng didn't hear the slightest sound of footsteps.

With a creak, the door opened inward, revealing the face of a delicate and calm woman.

The woman standing in the room was tall and dressed in ordinary coarse cloth clothes, and her face was delicate but not outstanding, and it was difficult to impress people at a glance.

"Yes—people from the temple?"

The woman also observed Dong Wusheng at the same time, her eyes stayed on Dong Wusheng's right hand for a moment, and then raised her head, her eyebrows calm but with a hint of vigilance.

"Yes," Dong Wusheng smiled as he handed over the nameplate issued by the temple to prove his identity, deliberately exposing his right hand completely to the other party's field of vision.

Before leaving the mission, she learned about the existence of the séance lock from Meng Zhuang, and due to the loss of her memory, she didn't know if the séance lock in her hand was really the séance lock, but Meng Zhuang said with certainty that the one in her hand was not, the reason was that there was no gem at the end of the real séance lock.

It is said that Meng Zhuang is the creator of the séance lock, and since it is certified by professionals, Dong Wusheng no longer doubts it.

Come to think of it, after all, the séance lock is used by chasing maniacs, how can anyone chase maniacs and still have a gem on the iron chain, so bells and whistles?

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Dong Wusheng wore some silver jewelry of similar style on his right hand, and wrapped a silver bracelet around his wrist several times to disguise himself as a set of hand jewelry.

Just in case, she also asked Meng Zhuang to help make several sets of the same hand ornaments, and took them to some beautiful women with status, and now a week has passed, many people have begun to wear this set of hand ornaments, and there is a faint momentum of forming a trend.

The woman inside the door glanced at Dong Wusheng's right hand and the nameplate spread out on his right hand.

A palm-sized, square gilt card, on which is Dong Wusheng's own copy and signature left when he registered in the temple, because it was written with his left hand, plus the skills of left-handed writing at that time were not so proficient, the three big characters of Dong Wusheng on it were crooked, and they could not be recognized if they were not carefully identified.

"Yes...... East, none, sheng?"

Wormwood stared at the card, read the three words, and then raised her eyes to look at Dong Wusheng.

"Yes. ”

Dong Wusheng quickly withdrew his hand without changing his face, put the card in his pocket, and didn't care about his ugliness.

At least on the surface, it does not care.

"Please come in. ”

Wormwood retracted her gaze and turned sideways to make way for Dong Wusheng.

......

The two entered the house and sat down, Dong Wusheng explained his intention to Wormwood, and mentioned his past, Wormwood's gaze was very gentle.

"When I was five or six years old, there was a famine in my hometown, my family starved to death, I wandered alone for several days, and then I fainted on the side of the road and was saved by a beggar......"

The beggar who saved her was amazing, he was the head of all the beggars within a radius of ten miles, and he was in charge of dozens of people.

In the years of living with beggars, it was very hard to think about, I was starving every day, it was not easy to find some food, and I had to hand it in at the end of the day.

At that time, I ate bark and leaves every day, and occasionally I wondered, when will this day end, and then I thought about it, and I hope that I can grab so many leaves to eat tomorrow.

One day, a rich merchant came to their place and used his own money to buy a lot of grain from other places and distribute it to everyone, and everyone praised the rich merchant as a living bodhisattva, and she silently remembered the name of the rich merchant when she received the food.

Later, one day, when she was wandering on the street, she was sharing a stolen steamed bun with a few beggar friends, when the carriage of a rich merchant passed by, and when she saw a luxurious carriage stopped on the side, her friends scattered in a hurry, thinking that someone from the government had arrested them.

In fact, at that time, the government was too busy to take care of itself, so where could it take care of them.

She was the only one, holding the steamed bun and reluctant to let go, watching the gorgeously dressed man get off the carriage, she hurriedly stuffed the steamed bun into her mouth and chewed it desperately.

As a result, the wealthy merchant came up to her and asked her if she would like to come to their house as a servant.

She choked on steamed buns and couldn't answer for a long time.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage lifted a corner, revealing a small pink face, and a crisp children's voice sounded, "Dad, is my sister unwilling to be a person, then let my sister come to the house to play with me!"

At that moment, as if she had seen a fairy, she stared intently at the little girl in the carriage.

She has been wandering for so many years, and she has never seen such a delicate and beautiful doll.

The lips were red and bright, the teeth were neat and white, and the silky and jet-black hair was neatly combed and tied with beautiful red silk. The little girl's eyes reminded her of the well in the village, and at night, the stars were reflected on the water, shining brightly, which was particularly beautiful.

At that moment she wanted to hide herself, her dry yellow hair, her dirty fingers, her whole dirty and gray self, from the little girl in the carriage.

For such a beautiful and delicate doll, there should only be those colorful flowers, a blue sky without impurities, a beautiful red silk, and beautiful flower clothes in the world...... It should be only these glittering things, and a dirty, clumsy beggar like her should not appear in those eyes.

She wanted to leave, but when she turned her head and bumped into the rich merchant, the man smiled at her, the lines in the corners of his eyes showed that he was very kind, the man took the food and handed it to her, and asked her if she would like to be a guest at their house.

At that time, Wormwood did not have a name, and when she heard this, she subconsciously shook her head, but her eyes were fixed on the piece of meatloaf in the man's hand and could not be removed, and her hand stretched out unobediently, and the fragrance of the hot meatloaf almost hooked her soul.

The man laughed, handed her the meatloaf, led her into the carriage, and sat with them.

She only felt like a dream, and in her dreams she might not even imagine such a beautiful doll and such an expensive carriage.

Later, in the doll's house, she took a bath, changed her clothes, tied her hair up, and the doll looked at her and praised her for her good looks.

Wormwood looked at her at a loss, opened her mouth and stuttered somehow, "You, you, you're also good-looking, you're even better, better-looking!"

The doll giggled at her.

After staying at the doll's house for a few days, the doll's father brought back a skinny man who seemed to have read a lot.

The doll's father asked her to help her go with the man and tell the emperor about the parents.

To go to the emperor, Wormwood was so scared that she couldn't sleep all night, but the doll and her father were so good to herself, she couldn't live up to them, so Wormwood agreed.

When she went to the court, Wormwood didn't know where to put her hands and feet, whoever asked her anything, she answered, and when she finished speaking, a man said that she was a woman, she didn't understand, and asked tremblingly if she could say it again, and the emperor was amused by her.