(Xuantian in the image of Zuo Qinglong)

"You? What are you doing..."

When Xuantian, who was dressed as Zuo Qinglong, got out of the van and saw Hua Qingcheng, he was stunned for a moment.

Because the appearance of this woman means that he is about to return to his original world, and... the end is approaching.

"Master Zuo, this is the nurse who takes care of my mother-in-law." Before Hua Qingcheng could answer, the middle-aged woman had already replied for her.

Xuantian nodded thoughtfully, "If that's the case, then... I'll have to trouble this layman to help me for a while!"

"I, I, I..." Hua Qingcheng rejected Xuantian's words in her heart.

But then she thought, if she didn't go and revealed her identity as not a caregiver, how would she explain to these people why she was in their house? Maybe they would report her to the police and have her arrested and put in jail...

Thinking of this, Hua Qingcheng could only bite the bullet and agree to the Taoist's request.

After a while, the old man's body was carried to the main hall of the old house, which had been set up as a mourning hall.

The old man's body had been dressed by a mortician when it was in the hospital morgue. The reason why the body was brought back to the old house instead of holding a farewell ceremony at the funeral home was that the host family wanted to give the old man a traditional and decent funeral.

Inside the mourning hall, candlelight flickered, and a gloomy atmosphere permeated the air. Xuantian stood beside the deceased, muttering something, as if performing some kind of salvation ritual. The host family obeyed orders and stood outside the door, waiting quietly.

Hua Qingcheng stood helplessly by, her gaze involuntarily drawn to the dead man's pale face. A chill welled up in her heart. The dead man's face was as pale as paper, lifeless, and his tightly closed eyes seemed to speak of endless sorrow. Hua Qingcheng's body trembled slightly. She tried to remain calm, but the fear within her continued to grow.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the candlelight in the mourning hall swayed violently. Shadows danced on the walls, as if countless ghosts were wandering around. Hua Qingcheng's heartbeat quickened. She clutched the corner of her clothes tightly, not daring to make a sound. She hoped that this would end quickly, so that she could be away from this terrifying scene.

At this moment, Xuantian glanced at Hua Qingcheng and said slowly, "Master Hua, come and help me get the magic weapon."

"Oh, here it comes..." Hua Qingcheng suppressed the fear in her heart and slowly walked to Xuantian with heavy steps.

Suddenly, Hua Qingcheng reacted and widened her eyes, looking at Xuantian in shock, "Master, how do you know my last name is Hua?"

Xuantian's lips curled up slightly when he heard this, but he was currently performing a ritual to pray for the deceased, so it was not appropriate for him to laugh.

So, he said in an enigmatic tone, "Master Hua, I know not only that your last name is Hua, but I also know...that you don't belong here. Instead...you come from another world, a place called Laifeng Country."

After hearing Xuantian's words, Hua Qingcheng was stunned. Her chin trembled slightly, her mouth opened and closed, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

Suddenly, Hua Qingcheng knelt down before Xuan Tianxia and said excitedly, "Master! What you said is absolutely correct. Taoist priest, is there any way to send me back to where I came from?"

Xuantian originally wanted to stroke his beard, but after finding nothing, he simply stroked his chin and looked like he was deep in thought.

After a moment, Xuantian looked at Hua Qingcheng and asked, "This world is much richer and more diverse than the one you came from. Why do you want to go back to where you came from?"

Hearing the Taoist's words that it was easy for him to talk while standing, Hua Qingcheng slowly stood up from the ground and curled her lips, "To be honest, Taoist priest, I already have four husbands at home. They all strictly abide by male virtues and obey me. If I tell them to go east, they would never dare to go west. Unlike the men here, not only do they show their faces in public, but they are also vicious and ferocious..."

As Hua Qingcheng spoke, her mind flashed back to when Jiang Yunting was supervising her rehabilitation training. Whenever she showed any sign of dissatisfaction, that guy would harshly scold her. Unfortunately, his strength surpassed hers, and she couldn't resist. This made Hua Qingcheng, who came from a country where women were respected, feel very frustrated.

"Also, my husbands at home are all virtuous and handsome. They can embroider and make clothes to supplement the family income. I don't need to do anything all day and can live a comfortable life. But in this strange world, I don't even have a place to live. How can I survive? No matter how I look at it, of course it's better to go back and live with my four husbands!"

Hua Qingcheng pursed her lips, looking extremely depressed.

"I can't go back! I can't go back!" Xuantian shook his head slightly. "But, if I tell you that you can soon become extremely wealthy and have a handsome man by your side, would you still want to go back?"

"A fortune?" Hua Qingcheng's eyes lit up. She excitedly grabbed Xuantian's sleeve and asked, "Master, are you serious?"

Xuantian nodded. "It's exactly what you've been dreaming of, the kind of thing where you can just lie down at home and have endless money to spend."

"Hehe, Taoist priest, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Hua Qingcheng suddenly punched Xuantian's chest hard.

However, after a brief moment of excitement, Hua Qingcheng saw the host family mourning, and she couldn't help but reveal a bit of sadness: "But, Taoist priest, what should I do if I miss my mother and father?"

Xuantian sighed slightly, "If I had known this would happen, why would I have done it in the first place? Your mother and father treated you well, but it's a pity that you were such a jerk that you severed the thread of their relationship. You've been blessed to have had the love of mother and daughter, and father and daughter, for these sixteen years."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qingcheng recalled how she had repeatedly made Hua Rongsheng extremely angry, and how Ye Maochun had cried for her, and a feeling of guilt welled up in her heart.

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