The Mountain-Uprooting Master surveyed the room filled with dismembered limbs and, with a cold laugh, said, "You always acted like a benevolent woman, but behind the scenes, you're so sinister and venomously ruthless. A hypocritical wretch like you deserves a thousand cuts."
She was cursing Meng Yuchun, but Hong Ying misunderstood.
Following the voice, Hong Ying swung her gun around and asked, "You old thing, who are you cursing?"
The Mountain-Uprooting Master waved her cane, "So you're the House Spirit?"
"Yes!" Hong Ying declared with evident pride, flicking the tip of her gun.
Now the tip of the gun was covered in blood. Paired with its metallic base, it possessed a peculiar beauty.
The Mountain-Uprooting Master raised her cane to strike, but suddenly the Phonograph shouted, "Hey, you wretch, what kind of House Spirit are you to call the shots in this house?"
