Xu Fei strode confidently towards the house, showing no sign of hesitation.
Little did he know, the person inside was already buzzing with excitement.
“Who is this guy? To have such skill? Looks like he might be the one to avenge my master…”
Muttering to themselves, the figure inside saw Xu Fei reach the doorway. With a tug of hair-thin puppet strings, the door swung open.
Seeing it unlock, Xu Fei thought to himself that this person was indeed true to their word, and he stepped inside.
He wasn’t worried about traps. With his strength, there was little to fear.
If it weren’t for needing someone to help with a disguise this time, Xu Fei might’ve opted to save time by forcing compliance through sheer power.
Sure, it wasn’t exactly ethical, but a decent payout afterwards could smooth things over.
Once inside, Xu Fei glanced around at the furnishings. As expected, the room was filled with puppets.
The only difference from the ones in the courtyard was their craftsmanship, these were even more refined, practically indistinguishable from real people.
“You’ve opened the door, so no need to keep skulking about, right?”
Xu Fei scanned the room but couldn’t spot the real person, so he called out.
“You’re having a laugh there, where am I hiding? Haven’t I been right here all along?”
The voice rang out again, no longer gruff but sweet and clear, and the figure stepping forward was unmistakably a stunning beauty!
Xu Fei was caught off guard.
He’d noticed this still figure earlier, unsure if it was a puppet or the Flower-Faced Ghost Hand themselves.
But after hearing Zhikong’s tales and that aged voice in the courtyard, Xu Fei had assumed this old artisan would be some white-haired geezer.
Never in a million years did he expect to see a woman as gorgeous as a fairy!
“You, you’re a woman? But just now…”
Xu Fei was clearly referring to the old voice. The figure sighed and said, “Since you’ve seen my true face, there’s no point in hiding it anymore.”
“The Flower-Faced Ghost Hand has always been my father, Duanmu Yinghao. I’m his daughter, Duanmu Yun, just carrying on with his identity and voice!”
Xu Fei nodded, about to ask more, but Duanmu Yun, clearly more impatient, pointed to the side, “Over there, lie down. It’ll only take a moment, and I’ll give you a whole new face!”
Without overthinking it, Xu Fei walked over and lay on the small bed.
Duanmu Yun slipped on a mask carved with blooming flowers, pulled on gloves, and with a wave of her hand, Xu Fei felt a wave of calm wash over him. Sleepiness crept in, and his consciousness faded.
When he woke again, he had no clue how much time had passed.
He stretched his stiff body and sat up.
“You’re awake, looks like you’re adjusting well enough.”
Duanmu Yun spoke from the side, bringing over a mirror and placing it in front of him.
Through the mirror, Xu Fei finally saw why Duanmu Yun deserved to inherit her father’s Flower-Faced Ghost Hand title.
