Wen Kexing muttered, “Fine, you even dare commit adultery right in front of my face, treating me as though I’m dead. I’ll show you what the roar of an irascible wife[18] is like.”

He inhaled deeply, gathering his emotions and letting them stew suitably. Just as he was about to give a great shout, he deflated and shook his head, resigning himself to lift his foot and follow. He even assuaged himself by saying, “The Three Obediences and Four Virtues, The Three Obediences and Four Virtues[19], ai!”

As he was highly skilled, Zhou Zishu was bold, rising into the air before the very eyes of the public. The fat man in front of him, his vision blurred by drink, only felt a small breeze glide past; sobering a little, he raised his head to look, but did not glimpse a single figure. Wen Kexing followed close behind Zhou Zishu. The two of them stepped lightly across the tiles on the roof of the brothel underfoot, gliding across without pausing for a single step.

Thereafter, Zhou Zishu spun through the air in a beautiful arc and landed in a small backyard. Wen Kexing regarded their surroundings, the continuous noises of pleasure from those promiscuous young men and women still reaching his ears, and thought with some interest, If the Poisonous Scorpions' den is in such a place, they must be constantly insatiable.

Zhou Zishu slunk along the base of the walls[20], concentrating as he listened an earful at the base of every room and discerned the sounds with great attention. Wen Kexing was utterly amazed, feeling that this person was truly impressive to be able to eavesdrop with such an expression of propriety.

Then Zhou Zishu stopped behind a room, made a “it’s here” gesture at Wen Kexing and paused there, unmoving.

Focusing, Wen Kexing listened, and instantly understood the trick to this--he knew that Zhou Zishu was not listening to the human voices, but the creaking of the bed frame inside the room.

So he came close, pressing himself tight to Zhou Zishu on purpose, and together, they listened to the earth-shattering moans of the maiden in the room.

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Chapter 56: Black Crow

After returning to his room, Zhang Chengling tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The shadows of the tree with budding branches by the window fell across the paper, and when the wind started to blow, the rustling was non-stop. The “moon above the willow branches, the graceful sway of the shadows” of usual had, in this night, turned into “ghosts and demons, teeth bared and claws dancing”.