Jiang Qingwan puffed out her cheeks and shook her head.
"Now that you've come out of the palace, it means you're reborn. A new life should have a new name, Xiaohua. Let's go eat some barbecue."
Little Red scurried down and went over to brush the tiger's rump with its tail.
That's the kind of lewd behavior you see in brothels.
Mo Yunhan heard Xiao Hua's voice in his head.
"You can still drink alcohol? I haven't had any in ages."
It was obvious that Xiao Hong had lured Xiao Hua to the backyard to steal wine to drink.
After that sound, the tiger happily followed Little Red.
Lian'er curtsied and quickly left.
As Mo Yunhan watched the tiger recede into the distance, a tidal wave of emotion surged within him, threatening to engulf him.
Is my mother... dead?
At that moment, he wished the rumors of his transformation into a demon were true.
A soft, warm little hand suddenly grasped his big hand.
"Why is it so cold? What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Qingwan looked at him with a probing gaze.
That strange feeling grew stronger.
Mo Yunhan tried to compose himself and was thinking about what to say when Ye Qi hurriedly walked in from outside, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, the Ghost King is opening for business tonight."
Luo Jiu has not been found.
The Ghost Market has a complex terrain and is a breeding ground for filth and evil.
Unless you lead an army to carry out a comprehensive campaign to eliminate the enemy, searching for someone aimlessly is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The Ghost King is most familiar with the terrain.
The first thing anyone who wants to survive in the Ghost Market does is to visit the Ghost King.
Therefore, in the Ghost Market, whether there is one more person or one less, the Ghost King knows it all.
Mo Yunhan nodded.
"Alright, let's go to the ghost market again tonight."
He then looked at Jiang Qingwan.
"are you going?"
Jiang Qingwan waved her hand lazily.
"I don't know martial arts, what would I do there?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a small paper figure staggered in.
Jiang Qingwan immediately reached out to guide her.
The little paper figure landed on the small tea table, picked up some tea, and began to write.
He shakily wrote the character for "ghost" and the character for "wood," but before he could finish writing the second character, it completely crumbled.
Ye Qi curiously peeked out.
"Your Highness, why is this paper figure obeying you? Didn't it attack us before?"
Jiang Qingwan stared at those two words and touched her fair chin.
"My formation was broken at the time, so I used it temporarily for tracking. Is there such a place as Ghostwood in the capital?"
Ye Qi shook his head.
Suddenly, he asked, "Could it be a haunted building?"
"A haunted building?"
Jiang Qingwan turned her head in confusion.
"Where?"
Mo Yunhan said, "The Ghost King's lair."
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