"Yes, they inquired about those demons in town and even came to see me."

Ahui: "Did they say anything?"

"They didn't mention anything else, just asked if I knew where those things came from." Ahui's father: "We shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing, so I didn't say anything."

He had heard Ah Hui mention it once, saying that some of the things came from Penang.

The father and son hung up the phone. Ahui frowned, gripping his phone, and looked up at Yinhuan. He bit his lip and pondered for a moment, then, as if determined to burn his bridges, he stomped his foot and walked towards Yinhuan.

Squeezing through the crowd, a sudden chill swept over him, startling Ahui. He looked up and glanced around at Zhou Si with a puzzled expression.

He frowned, thinking to himself: Strange, how come there are so many more people in the square in the blink of an eye?

Ahui shook his head and strode towards Yinhuan: "Grandma, it's getting late, let's go home first."

After thinking it over, Ahui decided to tell Yinhuan about Master Song's search for someone.

Ah Hui wasn't a heartless person. After spending so much time together, he had developed some affection for Yin Huan and the others. Master Song was a Taoist priest who slayed demons, while Yin Huan and the others were demons; these two groups were natural enemies.

Throughout history, in all the myths and novels that have been passed down, the encounter between a demon and a Taoist priest always ends in tragedy. Ahui didn't want this lively and adorable little demon in front of him to end up transformed into a dead snake. Although the identity of the Silver Ring Demon made him uneasy, he didn't want her to die.

Silver Ring wagged its tail and held the hand of the kind-hearted aunt next to it with its little paws: "It's still early, I haven't even finished one song yet."

Perhaps because the first kind-hearted human she encountered was Aunt Zhang, who was in her late 30s, Yin Huan was most willing to be close to older women.

"I'm not jumping anymore, let's go back first, I have something to tell you." Ahui said somewhat anxiously.

Silver Ring looked up and hesitated before glancing at Ah Hui. Seeing his anxious expression, it seemed he had really encountered some trouble. She stopped tailing: "Let's go, let's talk over there."

After saying that, he walked towards the less crowded green area.

Yin Huan walked at a leisurely pace. Wherever she passed, the "people" swaying to the music seemed to have X-ray vision. Even though they had their backs to Yin Huan, they could subconsciously and automatically avoid her.

The sight before him puzzled Ah Hui. However, he kept this strangeness in mind, assuming that those people had noticed her presence beforehand and were afraid of stepping on the silver ring, which was why they automatically made way for her.

Walking into the green belt, Yin Huan swung her arms, her big eyes squinting with a smile as she curiously watched the swaying figures on the dance floor.

Yin Huan chuckled inwardly.

Oh my goodness, so ghosts can dance too. But they dance rather awkwardly, not as well as the old ladies.

"I just received word that Master Song is looking for you." Ah Hui said solemnly as he sat down next to Yin Huan and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he whispered.

Yin Huan watched the ghost dance with great interest: "Master Song, I've never heard of you. Who is you?"

"......"

Ahui: "It's the Taoist priest who was with you guys catching ghosts at Afang Hotel."

This little vixen is so carefree! Shouldn't a demon remember a Taoist priest's encounter vividly? Why did she forget it in the blink of an eye?

As soon as Ahui mentioned it, Yinhuan immediately remembered who the Taoist priest Song he was talking about was.

Silver Ring's eyes lit up, and it slapped its tail, standing up abruptly: "What? It's them! Great, great, they've come at the perfect time. It's perfect timing that they've come to reimburse the money I've spent lately."

Ahui was taken aback: "..." This reaction seems a bit off.

“Call Qingmang. Let’s go back first. Hehe, since he came to us himself, don’t blame me for being impolite.” Yinhuan’s eyebrows were furrowed with laughter. She looked happier than if she had found a million dollars.

...Well, that's not wrong. In her mind, she was just about to pick up money.

Ah Hui was taken aback by Yin Huan's reaction. He was a little confused: as a demon, shouldn't she run away as soon as she heard that a Taoist priest was coming? Why was she so excited, as if she couldn't wait for Master Song to come?

Yin Huan had no idea what Ahui was thinking. She turned around and left without hesitation. Dancing could be done anytime, but unexpected windfalls were rare. Finding the person who gave her the money was the right thing to do.

Squeezing through the crowd, Yin Huan hailed a car and got in.

These days, taxis are hard to find, especially in big cities. It often takes a long time to get a ride, and you often have to share with strangers. Yinhuan wasn't so lucky today; the car she hailed happened to be shared with someone else.

At this moment, an elderly man was already sitting in the taxi.

The old man sat in the back seat. Yin Huan glanced at him and then let Ahui and the old man sit there, while she sat in the front passenger seat. She then gave the taxi driver a place name.

The old man looked kindly at the two people getting into the car and said, "I've seen you before. You two siblings live in Minghao Community, right? I also live nearby."

Yin Huan turned her head, her dark eyes staring directly at the old man in the back seat. She pouted and smiled, her smile enigmatic: "I've seen you before."

I'm really lucky today, I finally caught a big fish in the net.

Author's Note: Jiu Yuanqing, who changes his outfit every day: ...I've been recognized again.

Song Tianshan: I'm not here to give away money.