28 Hands Taste Bad Anyway (1/2)
Hua Yan gathered his wits and headed towards the Cleaners' Courtyard with motivation in his stride.
The Cleaners' Courtyard was a type of courtyard within which most of the residents only took cleaning-related jobs. These residents were like the janitors of Hua Ding Manor.
In the Outer Courtyards that were shared amongst the Northern, Eastern, Southern and Western Gates, there were a total of 4 of these specialized Cleaners' Courtyards.
They were distributed evenly by geographical location in the manor, with each gate having exactly one of these types of courtyards.
Naturally, the Southern Gate where Hua Yan was currently in also had one of these types of courtyards. If Hua Yan wanted to know best what happened to the ashes after his fight had ended, this was the place where he needed to try his luck.
It was just that… he didn't know where it was located. He didn't know which courtyard number it was associated with, so he couldn't find it without asking someone for some help.
This was only to be expected, since Hua Yan wasn't from this side of the manor. He had spent all of his time in the eastern wing.
When he wasn't there, he was out in the nameless forest making some money. He didn't have the time to go exploring around the manor.
That was for the kids that had a lot of time and youth on their hands. He didn't fit amongst such people because of his own circumstances. Hua Yan could only inquire about its whereabouts now.
This time, before picking someone to ask his questions to, he decided to look around for a bit. He didn't want to approach someone that would give him poor answers like the kid had earlier.
Hua Yan didn't have a proper control over Frenzy, so it was best that he avoided any kind of situations that could be deemed even slightly tiresome to deal with.
Hua Yan saw some hot blooded youngsters walking around. He decided it would be best to not go through them because they looked arrogant and easily annoyed.
He saw some elderly folk chatting by the pavilions. He didn't want to bother them either because they looked grey with age. They probably wouldn't even understand what he was trying to ask, so he didn't want to waste his time on them.
He saw some bratty children mulling about. He had already been greatly tested by chatting with that one kid. He didn't want to deal with these little monsters anymore.
There were some guards on patrol. After his last bout with them, Hua Yan wanted to stay clear of the law enforcement officers. Every time he saw them, his fists would inadvertently clench into fists, purely through instinct alone.
There were some middle-aged housewives buying stuff by the privately-owned stalls. They looked very gossipy and a chore to deal with. They would probably ask him 20 questions in return for every question he asked.
Hua Yan was getting a headache…
Never had he had to be so careful about chatting with people before. Frenzy was really making life difficult for him by imposing all of these mental restrictions.
As Hua Yan continued to ponder, looking around for targets to talk to, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
A pile of boxes as big as a person were on the verge of tipping over. Hua Yan didn't know why, but he instinctively reached out to help steady them in place.
His palms still hurt from the glass wound he had received, and his wounds might have re-opened from the rough impact of clashing with the boxes, but he was as steady as ever. This small amount of pain couldn't even make him flinch.
A few breaths later, the boxes were returned to their normal, equilibrium positions. It was only now that Hua Yan realized that these boxes weren't standing on their own. There was a pair of tiny feet almost completely hidden by them on the floor.