Poisonous Goddess: I'm just lazing around in the mortal realm.

The design of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion is extremely ingenious. Rumor has it that one can buy any information they want on the eighth floor. However, access to the eighth floor is only possible on specific days of the month by purchasing the services of a courtesan; it is virtually impossible to enter from the outside.

Thirteen followed the servant's lead and found that apart from a lit candle at the top of the stairs, everything else was pitch black!

The entire corridor of the eight floors of Zuixianlou is without any windows or candlelight. This means that if an ordinary guest accidentally wanders up here, or if an outsider tries to enter from outside, they will have no way of finding the direction of the eighth floor without someone to guide them.

The maid standing by the stairs stepped forward, curtsied to Thirteen, and handed her a strip of fine satin cloth.

"what is this?"

She didn't quite understand what the maid meant. The maid didn't answer her question, but just looked at Thirteen holding the satin cloth, not knowing what she was going to do with it, and then took the satin cloth strip and tied it directly over her eyes.

"I can't see it even if it's not tied."

Thirteen muttered to herself, thinking that the dark corridor was already pitch black, and even without blindfolds, she couldn't see the way.

She felt the maid finish washing her and then guide her by the right hand, leading her slowly forward. The maid seemed to have a map in her mind, remembering every turn and corner carefully, and never went astray.

Thirteen, blindfolded, already felt completely lost. If the pitch-black corridor was its first hurdle, then this maze-like design was its second. It would be extremely difficult for even a determined person to remember the way.

She walked for an unknown amount of time, and just as she seemed to adjust to the darkness, the hand that was supporting her seemed to stop again.

"Have we arrived?"

……

There was only silence in response to Thirteen. The prolonged disorientation, coupled with the inability to see clearly, made her break out in a cold sweat.

"Squeak-"

The faint sound alerted her; it was probably the sound of a door being pushed open. At this moment, Thirteen was already cursing Zhou Jinghuai in her mind. That unreliable young master Zhou was just trying to trick her; she should have known better than to agree to come up here.

She suddenly felt the maid tugging at her sleeve again, and then she followed the maid forward, carefully feeling around. There should be a wooden door open.

Just when Thirteen thought she had entered the house, she didn't feel the maid stop. Instead, she continued walking forward until the two passed the fifth door. Finally, she couldn't help but ask the maid, "How much longer do we have to walk?"

……

The maid still ignored her.

Thirteen couldn't help but wonder if the maid was trying to avoid revealing the secret of the eighth floor or if there was some other reason why she wouldn't talk to her. Could she be mute?

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door.

Suddenly, when Thirteen, who was standing still, could vaguely feel the light through the satin strips, the maid helped her back into the bright room.

When the maid removed the strip of satin cloth from in front of her, she, who had already adapted to the darkness, instinctively closed her eyes. Although the candlelight in the room was not bright, it still made it difficult for her to open her eyes.

When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she saw two maids standing at the door. The maids bowed to her and then left the room.

Thirteen turned around and found himself in a particularly elegant room.

The elegant room was exquisitely decorated, with meticulously painted portraits of ladies hanging around the walls. In the center of the room stood a square mahogany table with a purple-gold bronze incense burner on it. She sniffed it carefully; it seemed to be sandalwood incense burning to enhance the atmosphere, but unfortunately, it had no effect on her.

As she expected, the elegant room, like the corridor, had no windows.

She felt her palms sweating, as if something was about to happen at any moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a folding screen with various ornaments standing beside the mahogany table, dividing the elegant room in two.

Thirteen could vaguely see through the screen that the girl sitting inside must be the courtesan he had just bought downstairs.

She swallowed unconsciously. Although she remained calm on the surface, she had already cursed Zhou Jinghuai in her heart once again.

She slowly walked around the screen and saw layers of light gauze hanging down naturally to the ground, revealing the graceful outline of the courtesan, like a budding water lily. Her beautiful figure was captivating.

Unfortunately, for Thirteen, she was still a woman after all.

She didn't really believe in such things.

Standing at one end of the veil, she felt as if her feet weighed a thousand pounds, afraid to step over it, and secretly vowed never to return to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

"Sir, you are here."

Through the sheer gauze, a charming voice drifted over, seemingly urging her on.

"Ah—yes, what's your name?"

She stood there for a long time, trying to find the right words, but couldn't think of anything to say. After mentally preparing herself for a long time, she finally mustered up the courage to lift the veil.

The next moment, she secretly gasped.

What a big bed.

In the dim candlelight, a large soft couch was covered with a velvet carpet with auspicious patterns. The courtesan, draped in a light gauze veil, sat in the very center of the carpet, becoming the most captivating sight. Her black hair was loose, and after removing her veil, she revealed a small, charming face.

Her eyes held a hint of spring, and her smile seemed to brighten up the entire elegant room.

The courtesan looked at Thirteen, who stood ramrod straight in front of her. She had already prepared for the worst when she entered the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, but she never expected that the one who bought her would be a handsome young man.

"My name is Yi Sisi, I don't know who you are, young master..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yi Sisi collapsed onto the soft couch and fell into a deep sleep.

"Luckily... I had a backup plan." Thirteen took out the sleeping incense she had secretly lit from her sleeve. Back when Zhou Jinghuai came to find her, she was especially afraid that this young master Zhou would cause some trouble again, so she found a handy sleeping drug and carried it with her.

At least, they escaped the immediate crisis.

She wandered around the room several times. Although the room was exquisitely furnished, there were no clues or mechanisms at a glance.

"This young master Zhou didn't tell me where to buy information on the eighth floor." Thirteen couldn't help but curse Zhou Jinghuai inwardly. This young master didn't explain clearly how to buy information about assassins on the eighth floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

She sat listlessly at the table, trying to figure out how to find a place to sell information.

"Boom boom boom——"

Just then, there was another knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Thirteen was quite frightened and lowered his voice.

The maid who had been guarding the room pushed open the door.

The two women glanced at each other as they watched Thirteen sitting upright at the table, dressed neatly. One of the maids then took out the satin ribbon from earlier and handed it to Thirteen.

"Take me out?"

Thirteen looked puzzled, but the other party remained silent and did not answer her question.

"That's all."

She tied the satin ribbon herself, and then let the maid carefully lead her out of the private room.