Where the hell did that donkey go?
When everyone rushed to the entrance of the Old Painting Pavilion, they heard a series of "Aa-aa, Aa-aa" donkey brays.
The braying sounded somewhat distant.
"Where's the donkey braying from?" Zhao Wuya asked.
"Sounds like it's upstairs," Zhou Xuan, with the sharpest perception, was confident in his judgment of sound sources and said, "Follow me."
He led the group upstairs.
On the second floor of the Old Painting Pavilion, the sound became clearer; it was coming from the "cell" where the overseer was being detained.
Because it was muffled by the door, the sound wasn't too loud.
Zhou Xuan approached the door and pushed it open, immediately freezing in place.
He prided himself on being well-traveled and experienced, yet he had never seen a scene like this—a Big Black Donkey was lying on top of the Suffering Scholar, fervently grinding away.
