Ye Xiuxiu remained expressionless, as if the green turtle had absolutely nothing to do with her...

No! At this moment, it was as if she hadn't seen Fang Zong walk in at all, nor had she spoken to him!

His gaze was clear and indifferent, passing over Fang Zong and continuing to stare at the outside of the shop.

Fang Zong sat down opposite the fortune-telling stall, his face solemn. He was facing a powerful tonic, but also a very terrifying being.

Fang Zong couldn't sense Ye Xiuxiu's strength. He patted the little yellow cat and found that it had already snuggled into his arms, meowing like a truly harmless kitten.

The cries were urgent, and Fang Zong knew what Hu Batian meant—

Run!

Fang Zong shook his head, gathering his power in his eyes, ready to use the Cloud-Tearing Eye at any moment.

Ye Xiuxiu finally noticed him again and exclaimed in surprise, "What beautiful eyes!" After saying that, she once again looked past Fang Zong and stared at the outside of the shop: "As for fortune telling, you don't need it. I can't see through you either, or rather, your eyes are brighter than mine. You know better than me what kind of path you want to take."

You're a man, a real man. You can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want to me.

Fang Zong: "..."

Of course, he didn't misunderstand; he knew very well what he was seeing—a powerful tonic.

Ye Xiuxiu was aware of her situation, but she didn't seem to intend to resist, nor did she think there was any ambiguity in her words.

It seems they understand this ambiguity, but they don't really care.

Fang Zong shook his head and looked out of the shop with Ye Xiuxiu.

It was an old locust tree that was nearly a thousand years old.

Not to mention the trunk, its trunk alone is extremely thick, requiring three adults and two children to encircle it. Countless large branches branch off from the trunk, and from those branches, countless small twigs grow.

The twigs were all longer and thicker than the last, and it was the season for them to bloom. The trees were covered with large, white, and translucent flowers, exuding a delicate fragrance.

Fang Zong had read the information here and knew that this was an ancient tree that had endured unimaginable ages, born here, grown here, and taken root here. From ancient times to the present, the people living here have cherished this old tree, affectionately calling it "Old Locust Tree," "Ancestor," "Grandpa Tree," "Big Boss Tree," and so on…

People affectionately gave this tree various names to express their love for it, and believed that for countless years, the "Grandpa Tree" had sheltered the area, even protecting them from the ravages of war in the 19th century.

The government once planned to build a highway here, but because of its value, the highway was deliberately rerouted and Huaiyin Square was built here instead.

“It’s very beautiful,” Fang Zong said with a smile.

"No, it's ugly." Ye Xiuxiu expressed her emotions for the first time.

His emotions were written all over his face; he looked extremely disgusted.

Fang Zong frowned slightly before realizing that Ye Xiuxiu's gaze had not only passed over him, but also over the lush old locust tree, landing on the green belt along the street further behind.

The green belt is planted with willows, which have been there for quite some time, with their branches drooping.

Among them was a withered willow tree, which was the place Ye Xiuxiu kept staring at.

It was a very withered willow tree, not large, and not very green, with only a few weak buds dotting its branches.

Fang Zong found it hard to imagine what kind of wonderful story had happened in the middle that prevented the willow tree from being replaced by the staff.

"I've guarded this place for eight hundred years," Ye Xiuxiu suddenly said, but then shut her mouth again, saying nothing more.

Fang Zong understood somewhat. He had seen the old locust tree with its lush foliage, and he had also seen that willow tree. Comparing the two, his fingers trembled slightly. Seeing a water dispenser nearby, he poured two cups of tea and handed one to Ye Xiuxiu.

He didn't drink it himself, but tapped his fingers on the table.

"Da da, da da da..." The sound was particularly crisp.

Ye Xiuxiu's true form was actually that willow tree that was almost dead, not the giant locust tree that was nearly a thousand years old and regarded as a 'treasure' and 'grandfather' by people.

The locust tree is considered yin, and its branches are said to exude an aura of malevolence. Once it gains power, it can easily attract evil spirits that devour blood and wreak havoc on the area.

He saw that the willow tree was connected to the sunlight and yang energy between heaven and earth, which suppressed the old locust tree's spirituality, preventing the old locust tree from transforming into a demon. The willow tree, on the other hand, looked malnourished because it had dispersed all the sunlight.

How ridiculous! The old locust tree that harms people is worshipped, while the willow tree that saves people is scorned.

All credit is given to the old locust tree simply because it is beautiful...

Fang Zong asked, "How long have you been guarding this place?"

Ye Xiuxiu said calmly, "Eight hundred years."

After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Before the resurgence of ghost energy, I only awakened my intelligence and gradually gained some ability to help others. I like to see children's smiling faces, I like to see couples living in harmony, and I like to see the elderly being cared for and the young being supported. But after the resurgence of ghost energy, I realized that unless I also absorb ghost energy to cultivate, I will be eaten by others sooner or later."

Fang Zong shook his head: "Like me?"

Please make yourself at home.

Ye Xiuxiu remained calm, casually placing herself on the dining table with a single sentence.

"Ha, eight hundred years." Fang Zong looked at the beautiful old locust tree outside and laughed sarcastically.

As night fell and the people who had been out enjoying themselves went home.

Fang Zong stayed with Ye Xiuxiu for three hours without saying a word. Ye Xiuxiu's gaze had long since returned to him, staring intently at his face without blinking.

“It would be a waste not to eat it,” Ye Xiuxiu suddenly said.

Fang Zong shrugged, holding his phone and studying medical information. He pretended not to hear Ye Xiuxiu speak.

Eat you? Don't even think about it!

Fang Zong has given up on getting anything out of Ye Xiuxiu; the disadvantages outweigh the advantages, and he's not stupid.

Good and evil will eventually come to an end, and human nature will eventually be rewarded.

If he eats Ye Xiuxiu, he'll definitely encounter some kind of endless evil spirits next.

Ninth Sister, who only gives the "Big Red Hand" warning, could retire or be laid off early!

As it grew darker, Fang Zong stretched and asked, "Where do I sleep?"

Ye Xiuxiu looked around the tiny shop, which didn't even have a bed. She naturally stretched out her perfectly straight legs and pointed to her thighs: "Sit on the chair, and then lie on my lap?"

"Alright!" Fang Zong said without hesitation.

Lying on Ye Xiuxiu's lap, which was soft and had a delicate, willow-like fragrance, Fang Zong took a deep breath and smiled, "Let's leave it at that for today. Come back with me tomorrow."

"I'm rooted here," Ye Xiuxiu said directly.

Fang Zong really liked Ye Xiuxiu and was concocting threatening words.

But suddenly, Ye Xiuxiu looked outside the shop, her face showing happiness and utter purity.