Imperial Music Bureau...
Alas, there's nothing much to say about the Imperial Music Bureau, just the accompaniment of lantern blossoms with water hues, the fragrance of fat listening to the sound of pulp. Speak too much and the Heavenly Dao might come after you, better to cut straight to the point.
"Hee hee, don't leave, little lady, come play with grandpa!"
Tie Dan smeared with five fingers, hooked the Spirit Silk, retrieving the Flying Knife that had pierced through the playboy's skull, while simultaneously blocking the wound with a Puppet Talisman, preventing splashing blood from staining his body.
Then he pinched the formula and conjured, controlling the corpse, slinging the shoulders against himself, two people huddled together, like a human shawl and shield carried at his side. From afar, it seemed as if a graceful maid was being forced by a drunken man, hugging and entangled, seamlessly blending into the crowd, smoothly infiltrating the Water Pavilion dance boat to search.
