After Transmigrating into the Mad Villain's White Moonlight

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Master said she had a calamity destined for her, but she never expected it would be to turn her into a ginseng bud!

End of Chapter 206

Hang Suisui's lips never drooped as she received the incense money.

As she saw the worshippers off from the main hall, Hang Suisui took the incense money and stuffed it into her hand, saying, "Thank you, thank you."

People leaving the main hall were all covered in the unique scent of incense.

Smelling the incense smoke wafting from the crowd, Yin Huaizhu, who was originally facing the mountains, turned around slightly.

Following the flow of people coming out, one could immediately spot the Taoist in blue standing out conspicuously in the crowd.

Yin Huaizhu's gaze froze instantly.

The blood seemed to stop flowing, and the noise of the crowd around me was suddenly blocked out.

The crowd had blurred, and Yin Huaizhu's eyes could only see that face that she knew so well even in her midnight dreams.

"Miss Hang!?" Liang Gui blinked, thinking he was seeing things. "Miss Hang isn't dead? She's become a Taoist priest!?"

Liang Gui's surprised voice startled Yin Huaizhu, who had been motionless.

He blinked, but the person in front of him hadn't disappeared.

He rubbed his eyes, and the person in front of him was still there.

Yin Huaizhu covered her lips with her hand, a low laugh escaping through her fingers along with a cough: "Cough cough, haha ​​...

After everyone in the main hall had left and the last person had been seen off, Hang Suisui lowered her head and happily counted the incense money for the day.

One north, two norths, three norths, four norths...

Wow, so many North!

Hehehehehehe————

Before he could finish, a tall figure flashed past him.

Before she could even look up, she was enveloped in a trembling embrace, a cool and familiar scent enveloping her.

Hang Suisui stood there, stunned, her mind blank.

The money in his hand fluttered to the ground, and with a gentle breeze, it was swept away from the main hall.

A slightly trembling, incredulous voice echoed within the hall.

"...Yin Huaizhu?"

"Um...it's me."

The main hall remained quiet for a long time.

As if suddenly realizing something: "Oh no! My money!!!"

The blue hem of a robe that had flashed past the main hall door was pulled back again.

“I have plenty.”

—(The End)