Following that wisp of aura, Ning Yitao walked deeper into the mansion.
She wasn't familiar with the mansion and couldn't find the light switches. She could only rely on the faint glow of the ball in her hand for illumination.
Everything around her grew hazy.
Ning Yitao groped around in the dim light.
But the path she was taking was strange. She kept going downstairs.
When she was halfway down, Ning Yitao looked down at the wisp of yellow aura in her hand. It started to flicker erratically.
A half - smile played on her lips, but she casually lowered her eyes. An air of cold indifference that kept people at a distance emanated from her.
Ning Yitao paused for a moment and stopped. Her eyes suddenly turned cold. With a chilling and merciless killing intent, she coldly glanced back behind her. The air around her seemed to freeze.
The next moment, the wisp of the aura of Zhaocai (the God of Wealth), which had been like a trapped animal bumping around aimlessly, instantly calmed down.
Ning Yitao indifferently withdrew her gaze. As if nothing had happened, she continued walking forward. A wooden door that was out of place with the style of the whole building came into view.
This area had its foundation built lower. It was in the shade, and not a single ray of sunlight had ever shone in here.
The night dew was heavy. Under the fluorescent light, the dew seeping out of the wooden door glistened.
A huge lock hung on the door.
However, Ning Yitao didn't stop at all. The huge lock was of no use. She easily pushed the door open.
Behind the wooden door was actually the outdoors. When Ning Yitao stepped out, her vision suddenly cleared up. The crescent moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the surrounding scenery.
Ning Yitao walked onto the lawn and looked up at the mansion in front of her.
A faint smile curved Ning Yitao's lips. She murmured to herself, "So that's how it is. This area was cordoned off to create a place that gathers yin energy. From the front, it looks like a place that gathers good fortune."
She watched with great interest as the two buildings for gathering good fortune and yin energy were pieced together.
Appreciation glinted in her eyes.
"Bang, bang, bang."
Suddenly, there came the sound of knocking.
Ning Yitao looked down and found that it was the aura of Zhaocai trying to catch her attention. No wonder it was the remaining aura of Zhaocai. It had the same characteristics as him.
Ning Yitao soothingly stroked the aura ball in her hand and lazily said, "Okay, okay, I know. I'll go find you now."
The wisp of Zhaocai's aura still deliberately bumped against the wall nearby in a show of dissatisfaction.
Ning Yitao's back gradually faded into the distance. The tail - end of their bickering still lingered in the air behind them.
The aura of Zhaocai led Ning Yitao to another secluded corner. There was actually a small hut inside.
It seemed that this was the most secluded room in the mansion.
"It's hidden so discreetly," Ning Yitao mused.
The aura of Zhaocai in her hand bumped around, urging her to go in quickly.
Just as Ning Yitao raised her hand to push open the door.
Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind, "Sorry, ma'am. You can't go in here. This is a disused storage room. It hasn't been used for a long time."
Ning Yitao turned around in response. A middle - aged man in a tailcoat, with a slender figure, had the few remaining strands of his hair neatly combed back.
He stood against the moonlight, his shadow stretching long on the ground. A strange smile hung on his face.
Judging from his dressing, he looked like a medieval butler, but he was wearing a more luxurious and form - fitting suit than an ordinary butler.
Ning Yitao just looked at him without saying a word. Then, as if she hadn't seen him, she reached straight for the doorknob.
The man moved extremely fast. He instantly flashed in front of Ning Yitao and firmly grasped her wrist.
He still wore that chilling smile. His eyes stared straight at Ning Yitao like he had targeted his prey. He threatened, "I've said, you can't go in, ma'am."
This time, Ning Yitao saw the man clearly up close.
His face was pale with a tinge of blue. His hooked nose made him look extremely unkind. His hair was shiny, but in the fine wrinkles on his face, there seemed to be something like dirt.
A stench wafted from his body.
Just as Ning Yitao was about to pull her hand back, there came the sound of disorderly footsteps from behind.
Ning Yitao put away the ball in her other hand and prepared to deal with the current situation first.
She gave up struggling. Looking at the man in front of her, she said, "If you need anything, you can come to me at any time."
Her voice was extremely low. When the two people behind her rushed over, they only saw the man grabbing Ning Yitao.
The people who came were Duan Qinghuai and Duan Yushu.
Duan Qinghuai rushed up and pushed the middle - aged man away. He nervously picked up the hand that Ning Yitao had had grasped and carefully looked at her wrist in the moonlight. It was already bruised and purple.
Duan Qinghuai, who had always been good - tempered, rarely lost his temper.
He controlled his emotions, but anger flashed in his eyes. He looked at the middle - aged man beside him and said sternly, "Uncle Cao, this is my guest. Can you stop coming to my house without my permission?"
Duan Yushu also stepped forward to smooth things over. Looking at Ning Yitao, he explained the current situation, "I'm really sorry. This is Uncle Cao. He had been the butler of the Duan family before Duan Qinghuai and I were born. He was like an uncle to us. But later, for some unknown reason, after our parents passed away, Uncle Cao became mentally unstable and often beat and scolded others."
"I bought a house for him near our mansion for easy care and hired someone to look after him. But he still often sneaks over here."
As soon as they came, Uncle Cao, in an unusual manner, became silent. He cowered aside like a child who had done something wrong.
He didn't dare to meet Duan Qinghuai's eyes and just looked self - reproachful.
Seeing him like this, Duan Qinghuai's anger could only subside. He let out a heavy sigh, stepped forward and half - hugged Uncle Cao, and softly reasoned with him, "Uncle Cao, haven't I told you many times that you shouldn't hurt others? When you beat others, they will feel pain and be unhappy. So, can you promise me not to do this again, okay?"
Uncle Cao timidly nodded. His attitude was completely different from when he was alone with Ning Yitao.
Duan Yushu gave Duan Qinghuai a look, and then he took over Duan Qinghuai's position.
Duan Yushu coaxed Uncle Cao back to the nearby house.
Just when the matter seemed to be resolved.
Ning Yitao spoke up.
Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it. Pointing at the door behind her, she calmly asked, "What's behind this door?"