Fang Zong led the way, with Sun Zhilan following closely behind in small, quick steps.
Upon arriving at the location, Fang Zong sensed something and jumped directly to the second floor.
In a room on the second floor, Ruan Qingqing, dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown, with her hair disheveled and a yellow talisman pasted on her lower abdomen, screamed upon seeing Sun Zhilan and tried to throw herself into Sun Zhilan's arms.
She caught a glimpse of Fang Zong halfway there, her eyes lit up, and she turned a corner, leaning softly into his arms.
"Your friend is quite enthusiastic," Fang Zong said with a smile.
He shifted his body to the side, flipped his hand, and easily made Ruan Qingqing turn sharply.
"Dingdang, congratulations to the summoner for having another bad run."
No need to say anything more, it's definitely the same thing, another ghostly aura. Fang Zong shoved Ruan Qingqing on the shoulder, pushing her onto the shabby bed in the cheap hotel, put his hands in his pockets, and prepared to leave.
To be honest, Ruan Qingqing is good-looking and has a great figure.
But a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow. No, he's a man of principle, and the other person's clothes were a bit too transparent.
"Alright, I'll handle the rest. You guys head back to Shan as soon as possible..."
As Fang Zong spoke, he walked away, then suddenly turned around and stared intently at Ruan Qingqing, who was lying limp on the bed.
To be precise, he was staring down three inches from Ruan Qingqing's lower abdomen.
There, wisps of yin energy continuously emanated and then dissipated into the air.
It's not the kind of evil, malevolent energy, but rather the most important source of male yang energy—the breath that sustains life!
"Fang Zong!" Sun Zhilan objected.
Glancing at Sun Zhilan's expression, Ruan Qingqing let out a long "oh," her voice alluring and seductive. Fang Zong, who had been adjusting his perspective to observe her curves, suddenly tensed up. She pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped herself in it.
"Beware of fire, theft, and best friends. Zhilan, I'm not the kind of best friend you have to be wary of. Don't mess with male friends."
Ruan Qingqing smiled meaningfully.
Sun Zhilan blushed and tried to pull Fang Zong away. But at that moment, Fang Zong shook his head slightly.
Too lazy to explain, he pulled back the blanket, grabbed Ruan Qingqing's foot, and yanked her over.
"Holy crap, no, I'm not crapping! Zhilan, the man you like is so violent!" Ruan Qingqing exclaimed.
Fang Zong shook his head and placed his hand below Ruan Qingqing's abdomen.
Ruan Qingqing shuddered, but Sun Zhilan's expression turned serious. She sensed that something was wrong. At the same time, an old man's laugh came from the doorway.
"This young man is quite capable."
With the sound, the door opened, and a hunchbacked old man appeared outside, carrying women's clothes from a street stall and two light boxed meals.
Fang Zong nodded: "Her vital energy is leaking out. Once it's all gone, she'll die."
"You can save me!" Ruan Qingqing exclaimed excitedly.
She grabbed Fang Zong's hand, ignoring where it was, and shook it violently: "Save me! Please save me! I don't want this lecherous old man to save me! Oh, and I'll call the police. You're a military officer, right? This lecherous old man says he can save me, but he wants me to be his wife! He's threatening me, forcing me into prostitution, he's raping me!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong squinted at the hunchbacked old man.
Judging from the talisman, this old man has some skill, but he's just a lucky little Taoist priest with a slight understanding of the mysteries.
There isn't even an energy node.
If he wasn't mistaken, the talisman contained black dog blood, with patterns connecting the yang energy within the blood to suppress the leakage of the body's original yin energy.
It's not very useful either.
"Little girl, you're trying to screw me over!" the hunchbacked old man shrieked.
In an instant, his air of superiority vanished. Seeing Fang Zong tap the hilt of his knife, he trembled in fright: "This old man is just a nobody. I've done good deeds all my life and never had any lustful thoughts. Put it down, put it down quickly! Young man, don't use knives or guns... Zhilan, please say something for me!"
What? Fang Zong and Ruan Qingqing exchanged a glance and looked at Sun Zhilan.
Sun Zhilan awkwardly turned her face away and reluctantly called out to the hunchbacked old man:
"Greetings, Sixth Ancestor."
Fang Zong: "..."
...
Half a plate of peanuts, and a bowl of strong liquor.
The hunchbacked old man and Fang Zong sat facing each other, enjoying their food and drinks while basking in the warm morning sun.
The hunchbacked old man was named Sun Laoliu. In those days, he was the sixth child in his family, and that's how he got his name—it hadn't changed for over a hundred years. He was the caretaker of the Sunzhuang Ancestral Hall, and by lineage, he was indeed Sun Zhilan's sixth great-grandfather.
Old Sun smiled and said, "To be honest, I don't have any lustful thoughts. I'm old, and I'll live to be 102, which is a long life. My manhood hasn't been able to function for decades. But last night, I saw a young girl walking on the street, and she was emanating a chilling aura. So I used a trick to drag her here. But then again, just dragging her out almost cost me my life. It's not worth risking my life for something so useless, is it?"
Fang Zong didn't express his opinion, but instead used his phone to order takeout.
He's not at the age where he eats steamed buns and peanuts for breakfast.
Ruan Qingqing said incredulously, "Then tell me to be your..."
"The little girl loves to play too much."
Sun Laoliu interrupted Ruan Qingqing, looking down at her with disdain: "I can tell at a glance that your yin energy is impure and your yang energy is mixed. You've clearly slept with quite a few boys. Little girl, you must cherish yourself. You should know that 'true love is aided by Heaven, while promiscuity disrupts three lifetimes.' If you truly indulge in promiscuity for a lifetime, you won't even be qualified to be on the Three Lives Stone. When the Six Paths are destroyed and reincarnation hangs by a thread, only the Three Lives Stone will remain secure. Without the qualification to be on the Three Lives Stone, once this life is over, it will truly be gone in a flash."
Fang Zong was taken aback and asked, "You mean, ordinary people have a mark on the Three Lives Stone after they die?"
"It's recorded in the ancient books of our ancestral home, but the old man doesn't know if it's true or not."
Sun Laoliu laughed and said, "But if it's about saving the little girl, this old man does have a way."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong became interested.
The Eastern Kingdom has a history of five thousand years, and there are quite a few unique secrets. He is a latecomer to the field and is very curious about the various strange and wonderful skills within.
Moreover, Fang Zong had tried it, and found that even his own male energy couldn't suppress the life-giving breath in a woman's body.
Sun Laoliu said, "The little girl's yin energy source was swallowed by an evil spirit. This evil spirit is picky; it doesn't eat everything, only the best parts, and it even dislikes the rest. It won't take her life directly, but her source of yin energy is taken away. It's like a small wound that it tears open, takes things away, and the remaining yin energy dissipates along the wound. At most, she will die in three to five days, leaving no trace of her body."
Fang Zong asked, "Can't the wound be treated?"
"No, but we can block it."
Old Sun laughed, “The male’s yang energy is unparalleled in its mystery. Since it’s a woman’s yin energy leaking out, of course we should use a man’s yang energy to plug it. Her injuries are severe; an ordinary man wouldn’t be able to do it. Young man, I can see that your yang energy is pure. Could you please… hehe…”
The old man laughed lewdly and pointed to the house: "Go on, go in and huff and puff."
"..."
Fang Zong's lips twitched.
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