In Chapter 6, which wild man is Ah Xun thinking about?

"Oh."

A very soft chuckle, so soft that only Xie Xun could hear it.

He turned his head and glanced at Fu Qinghuai out of the corner of his eye, only to see that Fu Qinghuai's expression was full of arrogance and disdain, and his doubts deepened.

What Xie Xun didn't know was that hundreds of years ago, his ancestors sealed him away using the resentment of the Liu family. When his soul was scattered, his body was lost to the world. Now, this remnant soul was probably absorbed by the vengeful spirit of that haunted house, using its malevolent energy to harm living beings and manipulate so-called livestreamers to gain attention.

That's really embarrassing for him.

Over the centuries, he had seen far more insidious and troublesome ghosts than this. That was nothing more than a little ghost carrying his soul's aura, yet it had managed to frighten this group of people so much that it even became a wildly popular live streamer.

In his view, it was utterly absurd and laughable.

But then he thought, it was his soul after all, and he had to bring it back.

But there's no need to tell these things to the fearless Xie family brat.

It's more fun to play secretly with him, like a cat playing with a mouse, isn't it?

Xie Xun withdrew his gaze from examining the evil spirit and continued to ask Jiang Le, "Which platform exactly is that streamer you mentioned on?"

"It's Doubo! He's the most popular streamer on Doubo right now, known as the number one streamer on Doubo!"

After saying that, Jiang Le took out his phone, skillfully opened the app, and a sinister-style live stream cover immediately popped up on the screen. "Look, this 'Adventure Brother Qiangzi' was just posting a video this morning saying that he's going to go back to that murder scene next time, and he's going to bring a Taoist priest with him..."

On the screen, the man's face was an unnatural paleness, and he forced a stiff smile at the camera. The background was the villa that Xie Xun had visited just the night before. This clip from the live stream was taken on this day last month.

What caught Xie Xun's attention even more was that a dark red mark was faintly visible on the side of the streamer's neck. The shape was different from the symbiotic mark on his wrist, but very similar.

Just then.

A cold sensation suddenly enveloped Xie Xun's wrist. The evil spirit's black mist had spread out without his noticing, slowly coiling around his bandaged wrist like a snake.

It's like she's teasing him.

Xie Xun glanced at Fu Qinghuai and withdrew his hand. He then looked at Jiang Lehui, his expression unchanged, even deliberately revealing a hint of disdain and contempt, "Bringing a Taoist priest? It seems he suffered quite a loss last time during the live stream."

Jiang Le's words had already formed a complete chain in his mind.

The puppet that escaped from the suburban villa last night will surely bring the matter of his pure Yin constitution back to the real mastermind, the male owner of that so-called haunted house, the Liu family. And the streamer who suddenly became popular and is behaving strangely is probably not simple.

Combined with Fu Qinghuai's eagerness to piece together the scattered souls... Xie Xun had a plan in mind.

"That's right, Ah Xun, are you interested in watching his live stream together next time?"

"Not interested."

Xie Xun interrupted him, his tone clearly showing disdain. As he spoke, he casually pushed the man toward the door, "Alright, you've heard enough gossip, you should go back now. I have a bunch of paper offerings waiting to be finished, I don't have time to ponder these mystical things with you."

He reluctantly and politely escorted Jiang Le back outside.

"Hey! I knew you'd have that dog-like temper!"

Jiang Lehui was amused by his ungrateful attitude, but not annoyed at all. Instead, she leaned against the door frame, turned her head and grinned, "I'll bring you Li Yubai's braised pork buns tomorrow, and their green buns, the ones with green pepper and braised pork flavor. Remember to open the door for me early!"

"knew."

With a bang, the shop door slammed shut.

Inside the door, Xie Xun listened to Jiang Lehui's footsteps outside, cursing yet laughing, gradually fading away. He turned around expressionlessly, only a faint, relaxed smile, which even he himself did not notice, flashed deep in his eyes.

Jiang Lehui was a little sunshine; she managed to squeeze into Xie Xun's cold and lonely world by being shameless and offering a constant stream of snacks.

Even though the Xie family was always struggling financially due to the father's unfortunate health, eating only porridge and pickled vegetables at every meal, the occasional meat buns that Jiang Lehui secretly brought were a rare treat in my childhood...

Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, cold touch from behind.

A spirit exuding a thousand-year-old chill silently pressed against them, so tightly that there wasn't a single gap.

The demon's arms, like coiling venomous snakes, wrapped around his back, its icy hands gripping his waist, its knuckles even digging into the fabric of his waist, pulling him firmly into its embrace with overwhelming force.

“Ah Xun,”

A low, husky voice, carrying an eerie aura, pierced Xie Xun's ears. The address was uttered with a tender yet mocking flippancy, "Which wild man are you thinking about? Your smile is so... offensive."

Xie Xun could clearly feel the displeasure surging from the evil spirits behind him.

But it wasn't out of love; it was more like a jackal eyeing its own prized bone, not allowing anyone else to covet it. Even the bone itself thinking of someone else was an unforgivable offense.

In the logic of this evil spirit, Xie Xun is probably a mobile blood bank, a container for nurturing remnant souls, and a toy that belongs exclusively to him.

From body to mind, even a moment's lapse in concentration belongs only to Fu Qinghuai.

Ha, how ridiculous, on what grounds?

It's just a mutually beneficial relationship, but they really think they're the boss.

Xie Xun didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, simply rolling his eyes. He swiftly formed an exorcism spell in front of him with his right hand, a faint light flashing at his fingertips, and then unceremoniously lashed out with his elbow!

"Get away, it's cold."

The movements were swift and decisive, tinged with pure disdain. That bit of spiritual light posed no real harm to a thousand-year-old evil spirit like Fu Qinghuai, but it was enough to show an attitude, forcing the clinging chill to retreat slightly.

Fu Qinghuai was pushed away, but instead of being annoyed, the displeasure in his eyes was replaced by a stronger interest.

Of course, it wasn't something absurd like falling in love with the Xie family brat.

Instead, seeing Xie Xun's cold rejection yet helpless expression, she found Xie Xun's smile from earlier much more pleasing to the eye.

Fu Qinghuai was like a cat that had found a new toy; the more it resisted, the more it wanted to paw at it.

That loud and boisterous human seemed childish and laughable to him, but even the slightest emotional fluctuation Xie Xun felt because of that person made him feel that something that belonged to him had been offended.

However, that doesn't mean he can't thoroughly disgust the Xie family brat.

Fu Qinghuai drifted back half a foot, clutching his chest, his handsome face instantly displaying an expression of grievance and accusation, as if Xie Xun had committed some heinous crime.

"Ah Xun has such a cruel heart..."

His voice was sticky and deliberately drawn out, and he said in a green tea-like tone, "He actually used Taoist magic to hit me... It hurts here."