The Ghostly Brocade Fox spoke with absolute certainty, after all, its master was a human. However, it had no idea how difficult it was for a supernatural being to be born.
The most common kind of eeriness arises from the powerful obsession a person held before death. Generally, without extreme resentment or obsession, a person's soul completely dissipates after death.
If ordinary strange creatures are already like this, Yan Qing simply cannot imagine what kind of hardships and difficulties must have been endured to give birth to a gold-rank titled strange creature?
She asked Youming Jinli and Lingxi this question, but received only a long silence in return.
“Master, the titles of the Gold Rank are strange. The biggest difference, besides possessing supernatural abilities, is that, according to legend, they can control the power of rules.”
As a high-level supernatural being, the Netherworld Brocade Fox does know a few things that Lingxi doesn't. However, that's all.
Upon learning this bombshell, Yan Qing decisively abandoned the possibility of directly confronting someone militarily. When she came to her senses, she found herself in an awkward situation, sitting face-to-face with Chu Jiang.
Moreover, amidst the ruins of the Zhang family's old residence, a set of stone tables and benches made of ice jade suddenly appeared. She herself was sitting facing the other person, one to the south and the other to the north.
What's going on? She doesn't remember sitting down at all.
"Master, you didn't object when he pulled you away just now!" Lingxi asked cautiously. "I thought you were enjoying it!"
"Enjoy my ass!" Yan Qing almost exploded. All she did was run around for a while.
Chu Jiang rested his hands on the ice jade table, one hand supporting his chin, watching with great interest as she looked like she wanted to explode but couldn't, his smile widening.
"So, Qingqing, you have time to talk to me now?" Chu Jiang seemed to be in a very good mood.
Yan Qing was too lazy to play along with his act and went straight to the point, "Why did you bring me here?" She didn't think she had anything that he wanted to take advantage of.
Chu Jiang sat up straight and began to play with a white sphere in his hand.
"What, if I said you insisted on coming here and it has nothing to do with me, would you believe me, Qingqing?"
Yan Qing rolled her eyes without any regard for her image. "Do you think I'd believe that?"
"That's settled then!" Chu Jiang clapped his hands and stood up, moving himself and his chair next to her so they could sit side by side.
"Look, you don't believe me when I tell the truth. Do I have to make up a reason on the spot?"
Seeing that the other party was completely unmoved, Yan Qing sighed, and her tone unconsciously softened.
"In that case, I'll ask you questions and you answer them, is that alright?"
"Okay~" Even a single word was drawn out with a long, drawn-out tone.
Yan Qing turned her face away, deliberately avoiding looking at his outrageously handsome face. This man seemed to know that his appearance was incredibly attractive, and he kept flirting with her from beginning to end.
This is a monster! No, Yan Qing, you need to calm down!
"Ahem—then let me ask you, was that man who suddenly visited the Zhang family's old house more than a hundred years ago you?"
Chu Jiang nodded innocently. "Didn't you already know that? — There's my face clearly drawn on that vase you broke." Not only that, he also gave him a flirtatious wink.
This guy is flirting with her again, back off!
"What about the Fallen Flower Cave Girl? Who exactly was that Fallen Flower Cave Girl back then?" This was the question she cared about most. In the Zhang family's old house, this person seemed to be a taboo existence.
The only time her face was revealed was on a vase, but Zhang Xinxin had deliberately scraped off her face with a knife, so she had no way to deal with this person.
Chu Jiang's expression remained rather unserious, his eyes fixed on her intently, but his mouth was tighter than a clam shell.
It seems this person isn't planning to say anything.
Okay, Yan Qing didn't expect him to tell her everything at once anyway; she actually had other purposes this time.
Pointing to the ruins of the Zhang family's old house behind her, and the overwhelming number of coffins not far away, Yan Qing had a guess in her mind.
"Are all the people in the Zhang family's old house dead?"
Chu Jiang smiled and nodded. "They are nothing more than my servants."
"Since they are dead, why can't I sense their eerie characteristics?" Yan Qing had tested them more than once. Although these people lived on blood, they didn't seem eerie.
Chu Jiang chuckled, his gaze towards the coffins turning cold and indifferent.
"Strange, they don't even deserve it. They're nothing but a bunch of walking corpses. The only reason they can maintain their appearance is because of the Blood Devouring Formation underground, which can temporarily keep their bodies from decaying using the essence of living people's blood and flesh."
"Flesh and blood essence?" Yan Qing thought of something. "Could it be those red pills?" She remembered clearly that all the old people in the house seemed to have a habit of taking red pills regularly, and she herself still had two.
Yan Qing took out two round, red pills from her ring and examined them closely. For some reason, she felt that these things were more than just the essence of flesh and blood. Although everyone here loved them, she instinctively disliked them.
"Oh? I didn't expect you to have one too. Logically speaking, they definitely wouldn't give it to you. After all, you're the only one who doesn't need it, and besides—"
Chu Jiang deliberately kept her in suspense, but after receiving a glare from Yan Qing, he immediately humbled himself and offered to answer her questions.
"Actually, this thing is very simple. Don't you think it looks familiar?" Chu Jiang took a red pill from her hand and crushed it with a gentle force.
"This stuff contains your own blood, so of course you'll be very resistant to it."
"My blood?" How is that possible?
She remembered very clearly that she had only had her blood drawn twice, and each time the amount of blood drawn was very small, one of which was for Zhang Xinxin.
The remaining amount, only a few milliliters, what can it possibly do?
Chu Jiang saw her suspicion. "What, you don't believe it yourself? — Silly girl, you don't really think those damned Zhang family members only took a little bit of your blood, do you? Come on, let me ask you—"
Have you been getting tired easily lately? And have you been feeling noticeably tired and lacking energy?
Yan Qing was shocked. "How did you know?" She had thought she was just exhausted. After all, she hadn't had a single day of rest during those two dungeons.
"Idiot, you've been tricked by these old fogies!" Chu Jiang's expression turned slightly angry, and he suddenly produced something in his hand, which he handed to Yan Qing.
"You should recognize this, right?"
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