When Yue Qi emerged from the formation and met up with her, both of them felt as if they had survived a calamity.
After exchanging a smile, Yan Qing casually tossed the small wooden box back, saying, "Keep it yourself! I'm rich and powerful, I don't need your little things."
Yue Qi waved the remaining bottle of golden water in his hand and laughed, "Since that's the case, then I'll just quietly book this one. I suppose someone as rich as you wouldn't care about a mere bottle of water, right?"
Yan Qing stared at him with wide eyes, and the next moment, they both burst into laughter.
Yan Qing took out another bottle of Golden Water from her bag and handed it to Yue Qi, saying, "Since that's the case, I'll make it a double celebration for you."
Suddenly, her outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and Yan Qing watched helplessly as Yue Qi collapsed without warning. She quickly stepped forward and barely managed to catch Yue Qi before he fell.
"Yue Qi, wake up! What's wrong with you? Wake up—" Yan Qing was terrified and could only keep calling out to him, but unfortunately, Yue Qi was like a vegetable, not moving at all.
This startled her greatly. Trembling, she reached her hand under his nose. Fortunately, he was still breathing. And judging from his breathing, it wasn't rapid or short of breath, but rather long and strong, as if he were in a deep sleep.
But the person didn't react at all, and in this short time, the scratches on Yue Qi's face actually began to fade.
She felt a jolt of energy. Could it be that Yue Qi was recovering? If so, why wasn't he awake?
After calling out several times without getting a response, Yan Qing finally had no choice but to take out a bandage from her backpack and wrap Yue Qi around her back.
From now on, she will have to rely on herself alone.
Carrying a giant over 1.8 meters tall, most girls would have been crushed long ago. But Yan Qing's physical prowess, honed from her Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) background, came in handy. Although it was somewhat strenuous, it was still within her tolerance.
As Yan Qing emerged from the main hall, she realized that it was already broad daylight sometime during the day.
According to their agreement with the stationery store owner, tonight was the time to leave.
Before that, she decided to go and see the white flowers first.
Surprisingly, the array in the white flowerbed was still there, but all the white flowers inside had withered and died.
Even the monk's cell at the end of the path looked dilapidated, as if it had been corroded by hundreds of years of wind and rain overnight, with dense spider webs growing on the doors and windows.
Yan Qing stood by the door, stroking the thick layer of dust on the door frame. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately didn't dare to go in.
She found it very strange. Just last night, the place was full of blooming flowers, so how could it have become so desolate today?
So, which is the real one: last night or now?
To verify her suspicions, Yan Qing began searching the vicinity of the monks' quarters. Finally, in the southeast corner of the quarters, she found a grave.
The tombstone in front of the grave looks like it was recently erected, with two names written on it—Xiao Zhonglin and Qi Yue, the couple's grave.
The signature below is that of their daughter, Xiao Tao.
Yan Qing murmured the name several times, "Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao—Little Tao? Could it be that six-year-old girl?"
Judging from the tombstone, Xiao Tao should be alive. If she's alive, then where is she?
Furthermore, last night Xiao Zhonglin personally issued them a mandatory task: to deliver Xiao Tao to Director Xiao of the "Wenshan Sanatorium".
But today, the person who issued the task has turned into dust, which makes her feel like she's in a fantasy novel, and she even wonders if she's hallucinating.
Yan Qing quickly checked her storage ring and found that the invitation was still lying there quietly.
Therefore, the Xiao couple I saw last night must be true.
Yan Qing shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Although she was carrying a large body on her back, it didn't slow down her search at all.
Finally, she mustered her courage, returned to the dilapidated monk's cell, pushed open the door, and went inside.
Strangely, the scene changed completely the moment she entered. Yan Qing stared wide-eyed at the two smiling figures standing before her.
"You, aren't you all dead? I clearly see your tombstones." It's no wonder she was so surprised; after all, anyone would be startled if a dead person suddenly appeared alive in front of you.
The Xiao couple smiled apologetically at her, and then Xiao Zhonglin began to explain.
“That’s right. Xiao Tao’s mother and I actually passed away a year ago. The reason we are able to live like ordinary people is because Xiao Tao accidentally attracted the Yin Child.”
What?! Wasn't this plot twist a little too fast? Yan Qing was somewhat incredulous.
"He's clearly the clothing store owner; he's the one who worships the spirit medium! He admitted it himself! And that ghostly thing is right next to him, and it looks exactly like him!"
"Sigh—" Xiao Zhonglin sighed, "This is a long story."
It turned out that a year ago, when the people in the alley started falling ill, the couple did indeed return from an outing with their child. However, not long after their return, both of them died suddenly from illnesses. At that time, Xiao Tao was only six years old.
"Little Tao has a natural ability to communicate with the supernatural," Xiao Zhonglin explained to her, revealing the origins of the spirit messenger.
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