The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1384 Wuzhu Teahouse

Chapter 1384: Chapter 1384 Wuzhu Teahouse

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here,"

Zimo cradled her shoulder with one arm, pulling her close, and lightly patted her shoulder a few times.

With his other hand, he tore off a long strip of cloth from his body and pulled her left hand over, preparing to bind their hands together.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Caisang felt something being wrapped around her wrist and quickly asked.

"It’s too dark; if we bind our hands together, we won’t get lost," Zimo explained.

Upon hearing this, Lin Caisang paused for a moment, then without thinking, stretched out her right hand, "Bind my right hand instead."

If he bound her left hand, he would surely need to use his right hand, and as he used his right hand to wield a sword, if it were restrained, they wouldn’t even have the chance to react to danger.

As for her, she used a whip, and she wasn’t adept with either hand, so it made no difference which one was used.

In her own words, she was just there to make up the numbers.

Zimo hesitated for only a moment before tying his left hand to her right.

"Sang’er, let’s move forward and see," he said.

"There’s no need, I know the way,"

Lin Caisang didn’t move, but instead spoke to him.

"This place is called Wuzhu Forest, and within it, there’s a Wuzhu Teahouse. My identity here is the proprietor of the Wuzhu Teahouse."

She glanced sideways at Zimo; although she couldn’t see him in the darkness, she could still feel the direction he was in.

"Wuzhu Teahouse? How do we get there?" Zimo asked.

"Hmm, wait a moment."

Lin Caisang replied softly, then led him by feeling their way forward until they arrived in front of a bamboo tree.

She raised her hand, felt the joints of the bamboo, and at a point level with her height, tapped it lightly three times. In the next moment, they perceived a light appearing before them.

Green lights began to flash, each coming from a bamboo tree.

"If we follow the bamboo light, we will reach the Wuzhu Teahouse," she said.

...

After a while, Lin Caisang and Zimo had already arrived inside the Wuzhu Teahouse.

"Although this place is called Wuzhu Forest, the Golden Pearl Order informed me that there’s a bamboo forest of ten thousand acres here. It’s just that the bamboo can only be seen at night, while during the day, not a single bamboo is visible in Wuzhu Forest."

She acted as though she was in her own home, taking out a tea caddy, and then watched Zimo take over, brewing the tea, and pouring it for herself to drink.

"Since you’re the proprietor here, what task should you be doing?" Zimo asked her.

"Are you supposed to run the business here, and for how long? Or is there some other special task?"

"This..."

Lin Caisang paused, then gave him an apologetic smile.

"Actually, the so-called Wuzhu Teahouse isn’t really about running a tea business. Brother Molian, in this virtual task, Wuzhu Forest is territory of the Human Clan, but the affairs conducted here are those of the Ghost Clan and the Demon Clan, as well as the Ling Clan."

"Hmm?"

Zimo narrowed his eyes.

Raising his gaze, he swept a look at the green lanterns hanging high in the teahouse, then looked back at his dear Sang’er.

"The Wuzhu Teahouse is in the business of investigation," Lin Caisang explained when she saw his confusion.

"How should I put this? In this virtual task, people from the Ghost, Demon, and Ling Clans often cause trouble in the Human Clan’s domain. Unexplained deaths among humans are a common occurrence.

So the business we undertake here at the Wuzhu Teahouse is to investigate these mysterious deaths on behalf of the victims, to find the perpetrators and bring them to justice."