Chapter 45 Being his dog doesn't seem so bad.
Xie Xun patted the evil spirit's cheek, then pulled away from the person's embrace and walked towards Liu Xiuyuan and his apprentice, who were not far away.
Fu Qinghuai stared at the departing figure without looking back, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and suddenly felt a burning anger rise in his eyes.
"Tsk."
Xie Xun actually dared to continue along with what he said.
Good dog? When has Fu Qinghuai ever been treated so disrespectfully?
But as soon as the spark of his anger ignited, another flame spread through his heart, burning his throat dry.
Being his dog... doesn't seem so bad.
The moment the thought popped into his head, even he was momentarily stunned.
Immediately, a playful smile involuntarily curved his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
His gaze lingered intently on Xie Xun's retreating figure, like a predator locking onto its prey.
Xie Xun is a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.
Its outer shell is hard, but its inside is incredibly soft.
If you touch his heart, even the most rational calculations will succumb to inner condemnation and soften, becoming kind to him.
Ultimately, Xie Xun was simply starved for love.
His unlucky constitution destined him to have no friends. His father was just as unlucky as him, and his mother died early, making the already strained family ties even worse.
That's why he developed such a hypocritical, cold-hearted personality.
But as long as you treat him even slightly well, he will reciprocate unconditionally; just look at Liu Xiuyuan and his apprentice.
Knowing full well that he might not be able to defeat the Liu family, he still risked his life and resolutely rushed forward to save them.
Tsk tsk, if he gets used to my kindness, or even becomes dependent on me.
At that time, it's uncertain who will be the dog that can't live without whom.
He was waiting for Xie Xun to kneel down and beg him for love...!
How awesome would that be?!
Xie Xun ignored the almost scorching gaze behind him and strode to Liu Xiuyuan and his apprentice, who were still standing frozen in place.
He pointed his fingers like a sword, gathering spiritual energy at his fingertips, and quickly placed a dot between Liu Xiuyuan's and A Can's eyebrows.
"Awake!"
With a low shout, Liu Xiuyuan trembled, his cloudy eyes regaining their clarity, only to be filled with immense fear and lingering dread. He staggered, and was quickly supported by A-Can beside him.
"Master!"
Ah-Can rubbed his forehead, looking around blankly at the mess of the sedan chair and the remains of paper figures scattered on the ground. "How come...we were just in the ghost market a moment ago?"
He clearly had no memory of being manipulated into being a funeral director; he only felt a splitting headache, as if he had just had a long, terrifying nightmare.
Xie Xun didn't have time to explain in detail.
The depths of the ghost market were still unsettled by the fierce battle that had just taken place, and countless prying eyes were cast from the shadows.
He immediately decided, "This place is not safe to stay any longer. Let's leave first."
Master Liu, having weathered many storms, though still shaken, immediately realized the danger they were in and hurriedly nodded, saying, "Yes, yes! Let's go!"
As he spoke, he held tightly to Ah-Can's arm, as if afraid of being misled by this place again.
Liu Xiuyuan led the group away quickly in the direction they had come from.
With a thought, Xie Xun's Soul-Locking Chain rapidly contracted and deformed, eventually transforming into a black bracelet. The Seven Star Sword, like the Soul-Locking Chain, could also change size at will, its blade shrinking proportionally into a bracelet adorned with seven gemstone star patterns.
It's quite convenient. Xie Xun glanced at his wrist casually and was very satisfied.
Fu Qinghuai followed, walking alongside him. A chilling aura, transformed into black mist, tightly enveloped Xie Xun. Sensing something, his gaze swept over the lurking shadows around him, a warning glint in his eyes.
Soon, the spying group receded like a receding tide, no longer daring to approach even a fraction closer.
The group quickly crossed the ghost market street. Liu Xiuyuan lit incense at the entrance, and the group walked out quickly.
Xie Xun only breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the familiar sounds of bustling traffic around him.
He looked up at the first light of dawn on the horizon and was surprised to realize that it was already the next morning.
Liu Xiuyuan led everyone to a nearby teahouse for breakfast before returning to the tea room together. Once seated, everyone's tense nerves finally relaxed.
Ah-Can belatedly realized that his limbs were going weak, and he slumped into a chair, gulping down several mouthfuls of hot tea, his face still pale.
Liu Xiuyuan took a few deep breaths, barely managing to calm his churning blood, and after a long while, he spoke with lingering fear.
"Thank you so much, young friend!"
He recalled the last moments before losing consciousness, his face growing increasingly pale. "We were talking to an old friend in the southeast corner of the ghost market when we suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, and then I knew nothing more... When I came to, I saw..."
He didn't say anything more, but the lingering fear on his face clearly showed he was still terrified.
Xie Xun waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing to worry about.
"The Liu family has really lost more than they gained this time."
Suddenly, Fu Qinghuai's voice rang out with a hint of schadenfreude. Meeting Xie Xun's probing gaze, he smiled and explained, "Xun Xun is the pure Yin constitution they've been longing for. We easily broke that old monster's resurrection formation; they suffered quite a loss!"
The "old monster" he was referring to was naturally the person the Liu family wanted to revive.
Meanwhile, inside a certain ancestral hall in the port city.
On the offering table, another lantern suddenly cracked open. From the crack, wisps of resentment seeped out, and the lantern's flame went out.
The next second, a distorted and pained human face slowly appeared on the lamp wall.
Those eyes, painted with cinnabar, burned with venomous rage as they stared intently in a certain direction.
This is the third time.
That damned descendant of the Xie family has ruined his plans three times already!
...
After leaving Master Liu's teahouse, Xie Xun planned to return to his paper craft shop immediately, but both online and offline, all train and plane tickets were sold out.
Left with no other choice, he immediately grabbed a ticket for tomorrow and decided to spend another night in Hong Kong.
In the evening, Xie Xun walked familiarly toward the inn hidden in the old Tang Dynasty building.
However, when he arrived at the hotel entrance, what he saw made him pause slightly.
In a short time, the gloomy and deserted hotel became much more lively. The old man at the front desk was quite energetic, his back seemed straighter, and his face had a noticeable ruddy glow.
Right now, the old man is quickly checking in several guests carrying luggage.
The narrow staircase echoed with footsteps and the lively chatter of guests.
"Excuse me, young man,"
The old man glanced up briefly, recognized Xie Xun at a glance, and said with a smile, "My business has suddenly improved since you checked out, hahaha, we're fully booked today! It's amazing, all the rooms have been booked in just the last two days!"
Xie Xun: "..."
That's as if he were a plague god.
However, seeing this unprecedented spectacle, he instantly understood.
This is related to his ritual to release the female ghost.
When yin energy lingers for too long, it can bring bad luck to a place or person, or make them feel uncomfortable. But now that the yin energy has disappeared, business is naturally improving.
It's also possible that his bad luck is acting up again, deliberately preventing him from finding a foothold so easily.
But no matter what, seeing the long-lost vitality in the old man's eyes and the bustling business around him, Xie Xun was still somewhat happy.
So this is what the result of following your heart in doing something can be.
His casual act of helping others can change the lives of some people and places.
I can't quite describe this feeling.
He felt a warm glow in his heart, as if his whole heart was soaking in a hot spring, very warm and comfortable.
"Okay, I wish you a prosperous business, sir."
After saying that, he didn't say anything more, nodded, and then turned and left with his luggage.
Although he still had to struggle to find another place to stay, this time, his steps seemed lighter than usual.
Around eight o'clock, Xie Xun finally found a chain hotel to settle down temporarily.
The hotel is clean, with basic facilities, but it's quite expensive.
Having a place to stay was good enough, so Xie Xun didn't complain. He had just put down his luggage when his phone vibrated.
I picked it up and saw it was a WeChat message from Wen Xubai. He sounded much more relaxed than when we met yesterday.
[Wen Xubai: Thank you, Master. The production team has made all the arrangements. I will have my assistant pick you and Mr. Fu up the day after tomorrow morning. I will send you the recording location and specific time later.]
Immediately afterwards, another message came in.
[Wen Xubai: Also, thank you so much for the magic pouch! I've been carrying it with me as you suggested these past few days, even when I shower. I didn't expect it to work so well; I actually slept soundly through the night, and the heavy feeling in my chest has eased considerably! I haven't slept this soundly in a long time.]
Xie Xun listened to those voice messages with a calm gaze.
The brocade pouch contained only the most basic calming talisman, drawn with his blood and supplemented with a few calming herbs. This could temporarily isolate some of the intrusion of the yin energy, but it was only a temporary solution.
Wen Xubai's ability to sleep well was mostly psychological and the talisman was only temporarily effective.
He tapped his fingertip lightly, replying with a brief two-word response.
[Xie Xun: Received.]
Fu Tinghan had his arm around his waist, pressed very close, and naturally saw the message on his phone, letting out a low, ambiguous laugh.
But when he caught a glimpse of Xie Xun's slightly upturned lips, he immediately frowned.
"Is Xunxun very happy?"
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