Marin figured out something.

"You...you are a Taoist master?"

But aren't all Taoist priests men? How could she be a delicate young girl?

Jiang Qingwan ignored him and quickly walked up to Shui Gen.

Mo Yunhan followed closely behind and tugged at her.

Be careful.

“He can’t move.” Jiang Qingwan withdrew her hand, glancing at him with considerable displeasure. “I’ve noticed you don’t trust me at all? If there’s a next time, I’ll ask for more money.”

Dark clouds gathered, chilling air thickened.

This woman is really clueless.

Ye Qi wiped his sweat and came closer.

"Jiang Niangzi, you are really amazing. My sword just couldn't even cut through him."

Jiang Qingwan nodded with great satisfaction.

"Night Seven knows how to talk. Of course I'm very capable."

Ye Qi chuckled, then caught a glimpse of his master's extremely sharp scrutiny. He subconsciously moved to the side, no longer daring to be presumptuous.

Jiang Qingwan didn't notice him. Looking at Shui Gen, who was baring his teeth at her, she raised her hand and gently touched his brow. She twisted an invisible golden thread and pulled out a fish scale-like mark.

She held it in her palm and looked at it, then suddenly looked up at Marin.

"What is the town/village under your jurisdiction?"

Marin's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously shook his head.

"No, there's nothing there."

At this moment, all the fish scales on Shuigen's body disappeared, revealing his sore skin, but he was now fully conscious.

Hearing Jiang Qingwan's question, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's... it's a dragon pearl that's being suppressed."

Marin shouted urgently.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Ye Qi looked surprised.

"Dragon Balls? Are they luminous pearls?"

Jiang Qingwan tossed the fish-scale-like mark on her fingertip upwards, and the mark seemed to grow wings, heading towards the back mountain of Majia Village.

"Let's go take a look."

She glanced at Mo Yunhan, then turned and walked out.

Marin's expression suddenly changed.

Where are you going?

In an instant, Ye Qi's long sword was pressed against his neck.

"How dare you! The Jingzhao Prefecture is handling a case, and you dare to stop them?"

Marlin froze in fright, while Jiang Qingwan and Mo Yunhan had already left the courtyard and headed towards the back mountain.

After waiting for a while, Ye Qi caught up.

"Your Highness, I think that village chief will definitely come and cause trouble soon. If he blocks the village, we might not be able to get away."

Mo Yunhan's eyes darkened.

"Jiang Qingwan, can you walk a little faster?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said that; Jiang Qingwan instantly became agitated.

Doesn't she want to hurry?

She was climbing the mountain; her two legs were already putting in the effort.

Where is it located?

Mo Yunhan asked again.

Jiang Qingwan stopped walking, put her hands on her hips, and asked, "Can you find it even if I point it out to you?"

The next moment, she was lifted into the air and held tightly in the man's arms.

A deep voice brushed against the tip of her ear.

"Give directions".

The surrounding scenery rushed past, the mountain wind whistled past her ears, and she recalled the scene of her third senior brother taking her hiking in the mountains.

Relying on her excellent lightness skill, she moved up and down, fast and slow, making her vomit several times.

She raised her hand and hugged Mo Yunhan's neck tightly, "Walk carefully, or I'll throw up all over you."

Mo Yunhan's body visibly stiffened.

The tips of my ears felt uncontrollably hot, and my voice became a little hoarse as I said, "Position."

Jiang Qingwan immediately gave her directions.

The three soon arrived at a cave. The surrounding area was barren. A Bagua formation was set up in front of the cave entrance, and at the center of the formation were the heads of cattle and sheep, covered in blood, obviously recently chopped off.

Jiang Qingwan got out of Mo Yunhan's arms and went straight into the cave.

A black crow suddenly flew out, screeching and almost scratching Jiang Qingwan's face, but luckily Mo Yunhan pulled her away.

The crow flew away, brushing past Mo Yunhan's shoulder.

Jiang Qingwan did not see that the crow's eyes were blood red.

"Shouldn't bats live in caves? Why are there crows?"

Night Seven was curious.

Jiang Qingwan suddenly grabbed his left hand and quickly drew a talisman on his palm.

"There's something sinister about it; this talisman will keep you safe."

Ye Qi felt like her palms were on fire from the gaze of her master, and pointed tremblingly, "Does Your Highness not need it?"

"He doesn't need it, he's tough."

Jiang Qingwan's words made Mo Yunhan's face darken even more.

The three of them quickly reached the bottom of the cave.

The cave floor was wide, with six or seven dilapidated coffins scattered on the ground, revealing some weathered white bones.

In addition, there is a pitch-black coffin in the center of the bottom of the cave. It looks like it was brought in not long ago, and the whole coffin is surrounded by a strong sense of resentment.

It was wrapped around the coffin layer by layer.

The fact that such a resentful corpse was buried in a place where yin energy gathers is somewhat like raising a corpse.

But Jiang Qingwan always felt something was wrong.

Some of that resentment has dissipated.

"Night Seven, open the coffin."

Ye Qi felt a tightness in his back, but he did not hesitate upon hearing this. He concentrated his true energy into his longsword and thrust it into the coffin lid. He then forcefully lifted the coffin, but it did not budge.

"Can't it be opened? Is it because of the Soul-Suppressing Nails?"

Jiang Qingwan was about to step forward to check when Mo Yunhan stopped her.

"Night Seven, move aside."

Ye Qi hurriedly withdrew his sword, and Mo Yunhan condensed a vortex of true energy in his palm and slammed it onto the coffin lid.

The coffin creaked loudly, and the lid... opened.

He withdrew his hand and glanced at Jiang Qingwan indifferently.

"You should trust me more."

Jiang Qingwan glanced at his legs, which were shrouded in black mist.

As she thought, the black aura on Mo Yunhan's body could resist most of the evil energy.

The resentment on the coffin seemed to be afraid, constantly wandering and trying to escape, yet unable to control itself.

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