Yan Hua were like a drunken woman colpsed on the floor soaked in alcohol, the thin air having no effect on her at all. Instead, her posture made the innkeeper constantly taste the fear of a corpse.

  Her right hand twisted inward above her head, fingers stiffly bent into a semicircle, her head resting partially on her right arm.

  Her left hand bent towards her lower back, her long legs hidden under her skirt curled up against her chest. This was the position she was stuffed into the wine barrel.

  Everything was so twisted, including those bulging, round eyes.

  How did Yan Hua end up here? How did Yan Hua die here? Who killed Yan Hua? And who threw that stone to lead him here? What was the purpose?

  The spilled wine slowly spread outwards, the area becoming rger and rger. The innkeeper sat foolishly on a wine vat, lost in thought about these questions, while his eyes were fixed on the wine on the ground.

  The wine on the left spilled out, the wine on the right spilled out, even the wine in front of Yan Hua corpse was spreading outward. However, from the perspective of the innkeeper, he couldn't see the wine behind Yan Hua. It seemed that very little wine had spilled in that area...

  Hmm? The innkeeper had a question in his mind, stood up, and walked a few steps forward, but then stopped again. He still didn't dare to look directly at the terrifying eyes of Yan Hua. After hesitating for a moment, he took another step.

  There were a few scattered drops of wine behind Yan Hua's body, but these drops knew when to stop and didn't spread further back. This was originally a common occurrence, and usually, the innkeeper wouldn't pay attention to it. But now, he suddenly thought of something.

  The corpse, soaked in wine, felt somewhat heavy. The innkeeper grasped the bent right arm of Yan Hua tightly and pulled it forward with all his might. If this were a living person, they would surely cry out in pain, but fortunately, she was a dead person. Dead people don't feel pain, so the innkeeper used all his strength and moved her corpse forward as quickly as possible.

  What did he think of? Even he couldn't say for sure, but he now knew he had to move the body of Yan Hua.

  The wine indeed hadn't flowed away because it was all concentrating towards a crack.

  That crack in this wine celr was so small it was almost unnoticeable, and it wouldn't attract anyone's attention. If it weren't for the spilled wine, the innkeeper probably wouldn't have discovered the crack by now.

  The innkeeper's blood began to boil; he knew he had discovered something. He bent down, inserted his fingertip into the gap, and forcefully pried it upwards. The floorboard was easily lifted.

  "Ah." The innkeeper first let out a startled cry, but then he chuckled dryly a few times.

  The innkeeper never expected to see something like this here. To be precise, it should be something that women like. The dark wooden frame is carved into an unidentifiable flower shape, with some jade pieces shaped like leaves faintly adorning the hollowed-out areas. The oval mirror reflects an indescribable greenish light, perfectly capturing the innkeeper's face. He was startled when he suddenly saw himself.

  It was just a mirror worth a bit of silver. The question is, why was this mirror hidden here?

  The innkeeper lowered his head again, looked at the sunken floor, and saw nothing but the mirror. He unconsciously stroked his chin, the mirror facing behind him.

  A figure slowly appeared on the mirror that emitted a bluish light. Those eyes, always filled with mockery, suddenly blinked, followed by another blink...

  The innkeeper was still observing the sunken floor, still thinking about the peculiarities of the mirror, still pondering how to escape the wine celr, but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine...

  Yan Hua were still the same fireworks, but now they stood perfectly intact in front of the innkeeper.

  "You... you didn't die?" The innkeeper felt his heart was about to stop beating.

  "Do you want me to die that much?" Yan Hua began to ugh, her ughter like a wildflower on the verge of wilting.

  The innkeeper was so startled that he fell to the ground.

  Yan Hua was still lying on the ground, in the same position, with the same appearance, not moving at all.

  "Yan Hua... Yan Hua..."

  Yan Hua was dead, but Yan Hua was also alive. The dead one was still lying on the ground, a corpse, while the living one... was looking at the innkeeper with a strange gaze.