A prodigy like Mingzhuo, who has never experienced any setbacks, is relatively simple-minded and could easily be corrupted and assimilated, becoming a powerful figure for evil forces.

Then he'll have nowhere to cry!

Mingzhu blinked. "Is that so? I understand. I'll be careful."

The call had barely ended when my phone rang again.

Mingzhuo was somewhat surprised that it was Wunian who called this time; she wondered what Wunian wanted to talk to her about.

"Master Wunian, you..."

"Benefactor Ruan, did you encounter anything unusual in that cave?" Wu Nian asked hastily.

Mingzhuo: "...No."

Anyway, judging from the abbot's attitude, she probably won't explain anything, so naturally she can say whatever she wants.

Wu Nian breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good! The thing the abbot summoned that day was very evil. Those resentments corrupted the abbot and will also corrupt others. If you find anything wrong, come to Qingmen Temple immediately. My master can remove the minor ones."

After thanking Wu Nian, Ming Zhuo finally hung up the phone.

As soon as I turned around, I felt someone standing behind me.

"Ah Xu, when did you arrive?" Ming Zhuo glanced at his complexion; thankfully, he looked much better than that night.

Gu Xu's hand was still wrapped in gauze, and she looked at Ming Zhuo with worried eyes, "Zhuo Zhuo, those black resentments..."

He always felt something was wrong; those things were evil and ominous, yet Mingzhuo absorbed them all.

The phone calls from Wu Jiao and Wu Nian just now intensified his unease.