"Sister Qu, help, help me!"

Meng Qingyang was so nervous and scared that she could hardly breathe.

After being driven out of the clan by his own people.

Meng Qingyang and his three younger brothers from his uncle's family left their hometown and came to an unfamiliar empire. They were undocumented immigrants, but they had no other choice.

After learning that Qu Jian'er was the kind of person who was unscientific, he admired, revered, and respected her.

Simply because it is in the orc world of the Federation.

There have also been many magical and mysterious stories about planets in the East.

Especially the empire's main star: Blue Star.

Meng Qingyang was very smart. He knew that once his unregistered status was discovered, it wouldn't be as simple as going to jail.

Fortune favors the bold, and the most dangerous places are the safest, so they risked their lives to smuggle themselves to the Imperial home planet.

Brief contact time.

Seeing the kindness of Qu Jian'er and the others, Meng Qingyang felt a little relieved.

But what happened shortly afterward.

It nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.

Meng Qingyang gasped for breath: "Save Erbao, him, him!"

Qu Jian'er pressed down on Meng Qingyang's anxiety and followed the direction he pointed.

The group arrived at the ancient well not far from the Taoist temple.

It was nearing noon, but the artificial locust trees provided some company, and the area around the ancient well was extremely cold and damp.

Those around him could only feel the chill.

But Qu Jian'er had a third eye, and she saw that the resentment had thickened to the point of staining large areas of land.

Meng Erbao was suspended upside down above the well by an unknown force, his voice hoarse from crying. Yet his body remained motionless, unable to move freely, which seemed extremely eerie.

Meng Sanbao couldn't wipe away his tears: "Waaah... It's all, it's all my fault, I... If I hadn't come to explore the abandoned well, Brother Erbao... wouldn't have done this because of saving me."

Accompanied by the cries of the three treasures.

Chaotic and blasphemous sounds came from the well; glancing inside, one saw a deep, dark mist shrouding the depths.

The thick resentment that spread out stretched out countless sharp claws, as if telling the story of struggle.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a chilling resentment waving within the well.

It seemed to transform into a dense, viscous liquid, filling the entire interior of the ancient well.

Han Zhaoyuan gasped, "Such a strong resentment! This is a Taoist temple, how could such an evil spirit have arisen here?"

But little did they know.

What appears terrifying is only the surface.

Qu Jian'er saw through it at a glance: "It's not ordinary, there's something supernatural about it..."

An old man interrupted, saying, "Pretending to know what you don't is a big no-no. Some ignorant young people shouldn't speak so casually!"

Qu Jian'er glanced sideways; the last person who dared to speak to her like that was already buried with grass growing tall.

Having had that experience at the hospital, Bai Wei is able to maintain a calm attitude towards "new things".

Bai Wei asked curiously, "And who is this?"

The long-bearded fortune teller, Hu Banxian, muttered incoherently, "I am Hu Banxian. I often wait for people with affinity under the overpass. I sensed that there was an evil spirit here, so I came to investigate."

Meng Qingyang could only worry: "Saving lives is the priority."

Master Hu nodded emphatically and said, "Of course, all bystanders please step aside and watch me defeat you in one move!"

Han Zhaoyuan's eye twitched. He knew all too well how unreliable the other party was, but seeing Qu Jian'er's silence, he didn't say anything either. Little did he know that the other party's silence was a prelude to plotting a scheme.

Hu Banxian muttered obscure and unfamiliar words that outsiders couldn't understand, but before he could finish, the resentment in the well materialized and slammed him against the wall of the Taoist temple.

With a "bang".

Not only did Master Hu spit out a mouthful of blood, but he also smashed a bluestone wall of the Taoist temple.

This blow made the already strained wall even worse.

Qu Jian'er's eyes flashed sharply: "Hit me if you want, but you dare to bully the child and smash my wall?"

As she spoke, Qu Jian'er's fingertips flashed.

The red thread transformed into silver needles, and flames suddenly shot out.

The flames illuminated the eerie aspects of the ancient well, leaving nothing hidden at its bottom.

Just a moment.

A hideous, hairy creature shrieked as it crawled out of the well, leaving the surroundings feeling utterly lifeless.

The crowd was in a state of confusion. They could not see the resentment or vengeful spirits, but they could feel the agonizing screams that pierced to the bone.

The evil spirit, covered in black hair, emerged and began to devoutly worship Qu Jian'er.

He was completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

Qu Jian'er, however, jumped three feet high in an unscientific manner and caught Meng Erbao, who was in mid-air, in her arms.

Meng Qingyang rushed forward: "Erbao!?"

Qu Jian'er tapped Meng Erbao's mind: "He was frightened, but he's just tired from crying. He's fine."

With a look of heartache, Meng Qingyang took the unconscious child and wanted to thank Qu Jian'er.

Then, Qu Jian'er rushed towards the long-haired evil spirit, punching and kicking it without any magic.

Do whatever it takes, no matter how ruthless.

Qu Jian'er continued her attack, one move after another: "Even if I killed you, I couldn't afford to pay for my wall. Let you show off your skills, show off!"

Hu Banxian, in his daze, saw Qu Jian'er's actions and was startled.

Han Zhaoyuan's heart skipped a beat at the sight. He swallowed hard and silently moved closer to the ordinary group.

The screams were incessant.

The long-haired evil spirit cried. She had lived in the well for a hundred years, but because there were two powerful figures in the Taoist temple, she never dared to show herself.

Until she learned that there was no one to carry on the tradition.

Because the previous owner of the Taoist temple had passed away, she hadn't had incense or candles for a long time. She had only intended to scare the people in the neighborhood so she could get incense and candles.

But I never expected it.

There's someone even more terrifying than her here!

A person even more powerful than the former owner of the Taoist temple!

Why would such a high-ranking person be here?

Unfortunately, no one present could understand the long-haired evil spirit's words, so no one was destined to answer her questions.

Qu Jian'er had beaten him enough, but when she saw the broken wall, her heart ached. The six words "losing money did not avert disaster" lingered in her mind and could not be shaken off for a long time.

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