Chapter 65 She's really ugly, and she dared to touch my people to my face.
Fu Qinghuai chuckled upon hearing this, tightened his grip on Xie Xun, and clung to him like a piece of chewing gum, gently nuzzling his neck as he spoke.
"Xunxun, you've misunderstood. I am your husband, and you are my wife."
He pressed his advantage, leaning closer to Xie Xun's ear and adding confidently, "We've already cultivated together, so I'm your rightful Daoist partner. Xun Xun is shy, and even if she's embarrassed by those explicit words, she can't deny our relationship."
"I believe Xunxun isn't the kind of heartless person, right?"
As Xie Xun listened, his ears visibly turned bright red, and even his neck flushed slightly.
"What nonsense! That's clearly a love potion..."
He nudged Fu Qinghuai with his elbow and casually pulled out an exorcism talisman from his pocket, slapping it onto Fu Qinghuai's chest.
"Pfft pfft—!"
The talisman was stuck to the evil spirit, and after a few wisps of black smoke, it went out after a couple of flashes, just like a match falling into water, without leaving a mark. It was completely ineffective for Fu Qinghuai.
"The love potion was also cultivated, that's a fact."
Fu Qinghuai laughed and dodged his elbow, then pulled him even tighter, saying in a roguish tone, "If Xunxun isn't satisfied, we can cultivate together again now, and I guarantee you'll willingly accept this title~"
"roll!"
Xie Xun's ears turned even redder with anger at his twisted logic. Unfortunately, this thousand-year-old ghost was tough as nails, and he couldn't beat him in a fight or win an argument with him. Moreover, the Soul-Locking Chains were like hooks to Fu Qinghuai.
Like an addiction, the more they played, the more excited they became.
Xie Xun was speechless, so he simply closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on the important matter at hand, letting Fu Qinghuai stick to him like a leech.
But the burning earlobes and the rapidly beating heart betrayed the owner completely.
...
In the evening, Xie Xun simply cooked a bowl of vegetarian noodles and ate it with pickled vegetables.
Ever since he was poisoned by Li Nong's love potion, Xie Xun had become more cautious. He dared not touch any food here, and he didn't even dare to use the kettle, only drinking bottled water that he bought from the city.
It wasn't that he was being paranoid; it was just that Li Nong hadn't been seen since yesterday.
Although the poison wasn't put in the food last time, who knows if it will be used in a different way this time?
He learned from his mistakes and didn't want to fall into the same trap twice.
After dinner, Xie Xun went to see Lu Haowen.
The man was placed alone in a guest room. His face was ashen, and he lay on the bed twitching from time to time. There were also bluish-purple marks on his neck where he had been entangled by black energy.
Xie Xun took a calming talisman, burned it, mixed it with water, and forced it down Lu Haowen's throat by pinching his chin.
After swallowing the talisman water, Lu Haowen's violent convulsions gradually subsided, and his breathing became more stable.
Seeing this, Xie Xun was relieved, at least for the time being, nothing serious would happen.
He then placed an exorcism talisman on Lu Haowen's bedside before turning to leave.
The guesthouse was eerily quiet in the dead of night.
Xie Xun lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Fu Qinghuai clung to him as always, as if he had a skin-craving disorder and couldn't be pulled away.
He's gotten used to it and can't be bothered with him anymore.
At that moment, his eyelids suddenly started twitching uncontrollably. Xie Xun rubbed his eyes, knowing full well that something bad was about to happen.
Instead of sitting here waiting for someone to come and harm you, it's better to take the initiative and at least gain the upper hand, which is worse than being caught off guard later.
Thinking this, Xie Xun immediately sprang to his feet, pulled out the faded cloth bag from his sports bag, and then quietly took out his own tools.
A stack of yellow paper, a cinnabar pen, and a mineral water bottle filled with water.
By the moonlight streaming in through the window, he deftly tore two palm-sized pieces of yellow paper. His fingers flew, first folding them in half, then flipping the edges, and in a few quick movements, he had folded out the basic shapes of two small paper figures.
It has a head and a body, but no legs.
The paper figures have no legs; this is a tradition passed down from the older generation.
It is said that paper figures with too many legs are prone to developing their own thoughts, and if they become uncontrollable one day and their two legs suddenly disappear, it will cause trouble.
The legless paper figure is like a kite with a broken string; no matter how intelligent it is, it must obediently follow orders and return to report after completing its task.
Besides, they're there to keep watch, not to go shopping. They'll either be lying on the windowsill or pressed against the door crack; what use are their legs?
Next, Xie Xun unscrewed the bottle cap, dipped his finger in some water, and gently touched the paper figure where the eyes should be.
The paper, damp and dark, seemed to have gained sentience from the paper figures. Finally, he bit his index finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, mixed it with cinnabar, dipped the tip of his brush in it, and, holding his breath, placed a red dot between the eyebrows of each of the two paper figures.
The pen tip moved swiftly, drawing winding runes on the paper figure.
After doing all this, he gently blew a breath onto the paper figure.
"Be quick-witted,"
Xie Xun gave orders to the two paper figures: "You go and see what Wen Xubai is up to, and I'll stand guard at Lu Haowen's door. If anything happens, come back and report immediately."
Strangely enough, the two paper figures trembled slightly as he blew on them, as if they had come to life.
They slipped lightly from his hand and floated to the ground, like two fallen leaves, slipping into the crack at the bottom of the door without making a sound.
Xie Xun stared at the door and gently exhaled.
Now, we're just waiting for news.
Before long, Xie Xun's mind suddenly went blank. It was the paper figure clinging to the crack in Wen Xubai's window that had returned with a message.
Through the paper figure's perspective, he saw Wen Xubai pacing back and forth in the room, his slippers clattering on the floor, sounding extremely agitated. Then the scene shifted, focusing on Wen Xubai's face.
The man's face was ashen. He gripped his phone and growled in a low voice, "Yes, I know! Don't worry, I know what to do!"
After hanging up the phone, Wen Xubai seemed to be possessed. He rushed to his desk, pulled out a utility knife from the pen holder, and slashed his index finger. Blood immediately welled up.
Without even blinking, he smeared the blood on the dirty wooden puppet on the table.
The puppet had a red rope wrapped around its neck, exactly the same as the one Lu Haowen usually wore. Then Wen Xubai began chanting incantations at the puppet, his voice low and fast, a jumbled mess that sent chills down one's spine.
Almost simultaneously, the paper figure guarding Lu Haowen's door also responded.
Lu Haowen lay on the bed and suddenly convulsed. The black Buddha statue on his chest suddenly hissed and emitted a wisp of black smoke, which coiled around his neck like a snake, tightening its grip!
Xie Xun suddenly opened his eyes and sat up in bed.
It's coming.
As if to confirm his thoughts, the room temperature plummeted, and a layer of white frost instantly formed on the walls. An indescribable, strange odor filled the air, like the sour smell of a dead rat mixed with something else that had gone bad.
"Giggle..."
A child's laughter came from the shadows in the corner, and then a baby covered in bluish-purple crawled out.
Its eyes were all white, its body was covered in black fur, its mouth was full of fine, sharp teeth, and saliva mixed with black blood dripped down.
This thing was as fast as a shadow, heading straight for Xie Xun's throat!
In that split second, Fu Qinghuai raised his hand and grabbed at the air. The Kumanthong seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and stopped abruptly when it was only half a palm's distance from Xie Xun's throat, letting out a sharp scream.
"Tsk,"
Fu Qinghuai lazily raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "You're really ugly, and you dare to touch my people right in front of me?"
In that short delay, Xie Xun had already recovered.
He glanced at Fu Qinghuai, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes, but his hands moved without hesitation. With a flick of his right hand, the Soul-Locking Chain lashed out, striking the Kumanthong with a sharp crack!
"Smack!"
Sparks flew everywhere, and the thing screamed as it rolled away.
But it became ferocious and pounced to bite Xie Xun's wrist. Xie Xun flipped his wrist, and the Soul-Locking Chain tried to wrap around it, but it nimbly dodged it.
"Stubborn to the end!"
Xie Xun's eyes turned cold, and his left hand had somehow already grasped the Seven Star Sword. The seven stars on the sword suddenly lit up, carrying an aura of righteous indignation.
He dodged the Kumanthong's sharp claws by sidestepping, and then flicked the tip of his sword.
"Sizzle!"
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