Liu Su'e shook her head to indicate she didn't know. In her life, except for that year when she passed through the old gardens of the Western Market and encountered opera ghosts' entanglement, she had never encountered anything else strange, let alone gods or witchcraft.
Xu Qing asked her to think carefully. Liu Su'e furrowed her delicate brows, pondering hard, until finally her eyes lit up, "When I was at the Shuimen Bridge Inn, a few ruffians broke into my room, spoke rudely, and had ill intentions. But in that critical moment, a flying head with long hair covering its face flew in and threw those ruffians down the stairs one by one."
"Thinking back now, it might have been the opera ghosts lending a hand, perhaps even the so-called Xiaosi they mentioned..."
"..."
Xu Qing was speechless. Calling it an opera ghost was indeed appropriate, but it was definitely not just Xiaosi. As for the decapitation and not dying technique, who else could it be besides the Embroidery Lady?