The lights in the living room were on, and a woman wearing a white cheongsam was sitting on the sofa. Her back was to me, her long black hair hung down to her waist, and she was holding a string of rosewood beads in her hand, twisting them one by one.
"Who are you?" I tightened my grip on the Five Emperors' Money in my pocket, my voice tight because of nervousness.
The woman didn't look back, and her voice was soft, as if she was immersed in water: "Mr. Shen, I'm here to deliver something."
"What to give?"
She turned around slowly. That face was astonishingly beautiful, her skin was whiter than snow, and her eyes were gleaming, but I felt cold all over - there were no pupils in her eyes, only a turbid white, as if covered with a layer of white mist.
"I'm giving you a talisman." She raised the yellow talisman in her hand. The talisman paper was a strange dark red color with twisted symbols drawn with cinnabar, which were exactly the same as the signature on the invitation. "Put it on the door. Those things won't be able to get in tonight."
Lu Changfeng once said, don't touch women wearing white clothes. I took a step back and looked at her warily: "I don't need it."
"Is it really not necessary?" The woman smiled, with a strange curve at the corner of her mouth, "The little devil in red coat is just an appetizer. The 'guests' of Wangchuan Tower are much more difficult to deal with. Mr. Shen, your grandfather relied on this talisman to survive back then."
Her words stirred my heart. How could she know about grandpa?
"Who are you? What is your relationship with my grandfather?"
