Chuyi said coldly, “So it was them.”

I felt a little depressed for a while. “Why the Longquan Villa again?”

“I heard it’s because of the Myriad Corpse Lamp. I don’t know the details,” said the old man.

The Myriad Corpse Lamp? I took a deep breath. It was just an otherworldly item. Why did that organization want to kill me over it?

Chuyi did not want the old man to say too much. He threw him a glare, which made him shut his mouth.

If the mysterious man didn’t want me to know, I wouldn’t ask further. I just asked him, “How should I deal with the golden silk quilt tonight?”

Chuyi furrowed his brows. “Do you know who the owner of that quilt is?”

I shook my head.

“It belongs to a prostitute in the Ming Dynasty. Her name was Liu Rushi,” the man explained. “I’m guessing you already know her story?”

“Liu Rushi?” I was...