The kind of desperate feeling near death, Xuexue had experienced in her past life. Seeing so many eager eyes looking at her, she felt compassionate: So, she nodded and said, "Alright, can you still walk?"
Upon hearing this, the palace maids were overjoyed and responded one after another, "As long as we can live, we can crawl out even if we have to crawl."
Seven days and nights, trapped in this narrow space, without food or drink, quietly waiting for death to arrive, their inner despair is imaginable. Suddenly, Xuexue descended from the sky, opened the secret room from the outside, and they seemed to see a glimmer of hope, their entire beings invigorated.
Xuexue: "Okay, you all rest for a bit, I have some errands to run, and then I’ll take you out."
The palace maids knelt on the ground, crying tears of gratitude to Xuexue, "Thank you Bodhisattva Guanyin, thank you Bodhisattva for your life-saving grace!"
In their thinking, whoever can come into such a hidden place as the Imperial Mausoleum, besides Bodhisattva, who else?
Xuexue didn’t explain. How they think, just let them be. Anyway, her identity cannot be disclosed, otherwise, it will bring disaster to the War Prince’s Mansion and the General’s Mansion.
She took Xiao Jiu and wandered around a few rooms, discovering a lot of treasures inside. While the Weirdo and the Elder were outside whipping corpses to vent their anger, unaware of the situation inside, Xuexue went all out, putting all the valuable burial items into the space.
As the treasures were thrown into the space one by one, a series of wailing sounds came from inside...
"Oh my, oh my, ow ow ow, it hurts so much, what is it? Master, what are you doing?"
Clearly, these treasures hit the Little Tiger inside the space.
"I’m making a fortune, don’t you see?" Xuexue responded leisurely.
"Making a fortune? Those who don’t know would think you’re trying to murder." Little Tiger rubbed a big bump on its forehead, which had quickly swollen after being hit by something.
Originally, it was lying on the ground resting, when suddenly, items seemed to rain down from the sky, hitting it until it became dizzy.
Xiao Taohong floated in midair, unable to stop laughing. Being a ghost has its perks: floating high, traveling far, and staying safe, without being hit by things all the time.
Master’s bad habit of throwing things into the space can’t be changed, and Little Tiger is the one who suffers every time.
Little Tiger stretched his hand to rub the swelling bump on his forehead, lamenting, "Master, Little Tiger is about to be killed by your throws."
Xuexue’s voice casually echoed from outside, "Impossible, your vitality is strong, definitely there’s no danger."
Little Tiger let out a wail, "Master, if you don’t change this bad habit, you’ll end up with no friends."
Xuexue: "No, I still have you guys!"
Is the master really foolish or just pretending? Can’t she hear the hidden meaning in his words?
Little Tiger picked up a vase, constantly studying it in his hand, feeling curious as to why despite the master’s rough throw, the vase wasn’t damaged.
"Xiao Taohong, isn’t it weird? The master throws so roughly, why aren’t these vases broken?" Little Tiger looked as if he wished the vases would break, wondering if the master would dare to throw things casually in the future.
Xiao Taohong floated mid-air, looking down and said, "These are antiques, good material, not so easy to break. Besides, this is a space, not a hard surface outside, it must be different. Otherwise, with the master’s stingy nature, she definitely wouldn’t throw these treasures like this."
The space appears similar to the outside environment, but inside it’s full of spiritual energy, the soil is different, flowers bloom vividly and never wither, and the blossoms are open all year round.
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