Su Ping's heart skipped a beat. What was with that all-knowing look in his eyes?
Won't he discover anything?
Seeing that he was staring at Pingping without saying a word, Tu Hengchuan couldn't help but feel nervous.
"Master, what's wrong?"
The man looked at Tu Hengchuan, who was carrying Su Ping, and walked up to him, and spoke.
"Put her down first, that way half of her face is blocked, and I can't see her clearly."
Su Ping thought he was going to say something that would make her furious, but instead he said something like this.
This made her quite excited.
Tu Hengchuan respected him and obediently placed Su Ping on the sofa opposite him.
The man stared at her even more brazenly, but because of the Calabash Brothers' words, Su Ping remained completely calm and openly looked back at him.
After staring at each other for a while, the man was the first to look away.
Calabash Brothers felt somewhat embarrassed watching Su Ping's proud face, like a victorious rooster.
It doesn't want to talk about her, because if it did, she wouldn't want to hear it.
Hearing the man sigh, Su Ping became increasingly suspicious that he was just being deliberately mysterious.
Before she could speak, Tu Hengchuan had already spoken.
"Master, why do you sigh?"
The man glanced at Su Ping again, then his gaze fell on the birth date and time on the table.
He said, "Something's strange."
Strange?
Su Ping looked at him, just as she was about to see how he would make up his story, when she heard him speak again.
"This is the first time I've encountered a situation where a person's birth date and time don't match."
Su Ping's heart skipped a beat. Her face remained expressionless, but she was actually starting to panic.
[Huluwa, what's going on? Wasn't it said he wouldn't notice?]
Tu Hengchuan frowned and asked, "Master, what do you mean by that?"
Su Ping was dumbfounded. Was he genuinely clueless or just pretending?
This man practically blurted out that she wasn't the original owner of the body.
The man shook his head, then nodded, feigning intellectual superiority.
Suddenly, he took the birth date and time from the table and approached Su Ping in disbelief.
"It's strange. Although their birth dates and times don't match, she and this body are surprisingly compatible."
"No wonder……"
He only said half of what he meant, causing Tu Hengchuan's brow to furrow even deeper.
He just wanted the master to help him see if this woman was Pingping, and if not, whether he could use a soul-summoning technique to bring Pingping's soul back.
He ended up saying a bunch of things he couldn't understand.
He asked somewhat anxiously, "Master, about what I told you before..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man interrupted her.
"She is herself, yet she is not herself."
This time, not only Tu Hengchuan, but even Su Ping was stunned.
She wanted to take back what she had just said. Could this man be a liar?
That's a masterful evasion; it's as if he said nothing at all.
"But I only want her!"
Tu Hengchuan suddenly grasped Su Ping's hand and said stubbornly.
Are you sure?
The man looked at Tu Hengchuan and asked with a serious expression.
Su Ping listened to their words, but she couldn't understand what they were saying.
She could understand each sentence individually, but when put together, she really didn't know what they were saying.
Tu Hengchuan nodded firmly, even if he told the master that the method would harm his body, he would not regret it.
As long as his Pingping can come back to him.
Su Ping suddenly had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the next second, the man took out a talisman from his bag.
Then he took out another bowl.
He didn't even use a fire; he simply lit the talisman with his bare hands.
Su Ping stared blankly at his actions, gritting her teeth inwardly.
Damn it, he actually managed to pull it off.
The talisman turned to ash in a second, and then the man reached out to Tu Hengchuan: "Where's her hair?"
Su Ping quickly touched her hair and shook her head.
She didn't want to burn her hair.
The next second, she saw Tu Hengchuan get up and take a transparent bag from somewhere.
It contained her hair.
Su Ping was furious. She had already lost a lot of hair from staying up late, and that bastard Tu Hengchuan had secretly cut her hair while she was asleep!
The man took the hair out of the bag, muttered something, and suddenly the hair burst into flames.
Looking at her burning hair, Su Ping suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. It was as if the fire was burning on her head, making her feel uncomfortable.
Then the man poured all the hair that was about to burn out of his palm into the bowl.
He kept muttering to himself, and then put some unidentified things into the bowl.
The more I look at him, the more he seems like a charlatan.
Su Ping was silently muttering to herself when suddenly the man muttering to himself looked at her sharply.
How did he know she was thinking about him in her heart?
The next second, he grabbed Su Ping's hand.
She watched him open her palm and then trace a line in her hand.
Even though his fingertips hadn't touched her palm, she inexplicably felt a sharp pain in her palm.
A small cut appeared visibly in my palm, and blood quickly flowed out.
Seeing herself bleeding for no apparent reason, Su Ping cried out.
Tu Hengchuan quickly reassured her, "Pingping, don't be afraid, it won't hurt and you'll be fine soon."
He really is talking without understanding the situation.
Su Ping slapped him across the face with her other hand.
"It's not you who's bleeding, of course you don't feel any pain!"
Tu Hengchuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly found a dagger in the kitchen.
He made a cut in his palm right in front of Su Ping.
The movement was so fast that it seemed as if he wasn't slashing his own palm.
Bright red blood gushed out immediately.
Su Ping felt a chill run down her spine; she had completely forgotten that Tu Hengchuan was ill.
Who knew he'd just make the cut like that?
Tu Hengchuan smiled as he saw her staring at his palm.
Is Pingping feeling sorry for him?
"Pingping, with me here with you, you won't feel any pain anymore."
Su Ping simply thought he was sick.
Even the man next to him stared at him as if he were a fool.
The first time I encountered a yandere, I didn't understand, but I respected.
After Tu Hengchuan finished speaking, he tightly grasped Su Ping's hand with his injured hand.
Watching their blood mingle together, he suddenly felt very happy.
Before Su Ping could even make a move, the man who had been busy for a while put his things on the table.
"I've poured so much effort into this, and it's almost finished. Why did you add your own blood into it?!"
Just by listening to his voice, Su Ping could sense his breakdown.
Tu Hengchuan blinked helplessly, watching his and Su Ping's blood flow into the bowl.
"I have no idea."
The man was so angry he almost laughed. This guy was perfectly normal at first, how did he suddenly become ill?
"Shall we do it again?"
Seeing that the man remained silent, Tu Hengchuan offered a suggestion.
These words successfully reignited the man's anger, and he stood up, looking at Tu Hengchuan with a resentful expression.
"You think you can just do it again? I'd be thanking you for your patronage! Go play by yourself, I'm not playing with you!"
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