The older man blinked, trying to hold back his tears. As if he could see through my distress, he patted my back comfortingly: "What happened to you? This is the first time you've cried, little devil. I'm still not used to it..."
Ranmo, oblivious to what was going on, pulled me back to his side: "Ahua, I've known you for so long and I've never heard you keep this person in your heart. Even if we don't have the Spirit Pearl to compensate you, you don't have to make up relatives like this!"
I rolled my eyes at him: "He is that Uncle Jiuqian who appeared in Fang Rou's Dream Record, and can also be considered my mentor who enlightened me to become an immortal."
"Uncle, we met your Ah Rou hundreds of years ago, and in this life I also..."
Before I could finish speaking, the uncle calmly replied to me directly, "I know, and you've seen her in this life too."
"Huh? How did you know?" I asked, puzzled.
"Because that's what I told him..."
At this moment, the elegant Fang Rou, dressed in a light-colored long dress, gracefully approached.
I blinked, somewhat taken aback: "Aunt Fang Rou?"
"Am I that old? Call me sister..." Fang Rou walked closer and jokingly put her arm around the uncle's arm.
"Hmm? Wouldn't that mess up the seniority system?"
"No. You little devil can start calling me 'brother' from now on!" the uncle said smugly.
My lips twitched: "No wonder we're family."
Although the drunkard uncle is just an uncle on the surface, in my heart he is like my father and mentor.
But the older man once said, "I'm still young and haven't started a family yet. I can't accept being called 'Dad' or 'Master' by him."
So I can only call him Uncle.
But getting back to the point: "You actually... remember every single one of your lives? Aren't you already dead?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion.
"Well, to be honest..."
Just as I was listening intently to their story, Ranmo suddenly spoke up, a little jealous, "Um... can I chime in?"
“Ahua, your soul has started to glow red. If you don’t go back soon, your life may age very quickly.”
Ranmo began to tell me to leave.
"Ah Hua, Ah Hua?" I heard Qingyan calling from above.
I was so startled that I sat up in bed.
"Ahua, you scared me to death! I've been calling you from eight in the morning until noon, and you've been sleeping in the same position the whole time. I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did. If you hadn't woken up, I would have had to take you to the hospital." Qingyan exclaimed in shock.
"It's alright, I'm just too tired," I said, patting her shoulder to comfort her.
"Whoosh—" Suddenly, the sound of a cool motorcycle came from outside.
After Qingyan opened the door, a man wearing a helmet got off the motorcycle.
When he took off his helmet, I was even more shocked, wondering if I had stirred up a hornet's nest these past few days.
Those people I first met all appeared before me in different identities.
There is no doubt that this man is the young prince from back then.
"Qingyan, thank goodness I was here to bring your motorcycle back, otherwise you would have almost been taken away by the city management officers for parking it illegally."
"Worldly thief?" I asked, taken aback.
“Ahua, this is my childhood friend Shila.”
Qingyan took the car from the man and began to explain it to me earnestly.
What a small world! I ran into so many acquaintances in just a few days.
Shila smiled and said, "Just childhood friends?"
"Um... and ex." Qingyan said the word "ex" somewhat reluctantly.
I was both amused and exasperated: "How did you become my ex?"
"We broke up. We got tired of each other and didn't want to be together anymore, but our families are old friends, so we're still just childhood sweethearts for now." Qingyan was quite frank about it.
"Actually, I always felt that I was letting her off too cheaply by agreeing to her offer, so I..." Qingyan whispered again.
Seeing Shila's fawning appearance now reminds me of how low we lowered his grave back then.
It seems to have worked.
However, while they were talking, a large group of men in suits and ties gathered around them.
"Qingyan, let's see where you run to today. We've finally found you." A burly man almost blocked the doorway with his entire body.
Qingyan rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.
How much money does she owe you?
How much money does she owe you?
I and Shila said in unison.
Since someone has stepped forward, I will remain silent and observe the situation.
Shila pushed the group of people to the wall behind the door.
Qingyan went along too.
I could no longer hear anything they were saying, so I had to give up.
Sitting on the sofa in Qingyan's house, I ate sunflower seeds while waiting for them.
However, while Qingyan and the others were dealing with the debt at a distance, an older woman squeezed into Qingyan's room.
The man, who claimed to be her landlord, said, "Tell her to clean up the house and move out as soon as possible. We don't plan to renew the lease for her." He then left.
Ha, looks like no one's going to compete with me for this.
I took out my phone and contacted the guy selling the house, telling him to get the paperwork done quickly.
I'm moving in today.
"No problem!" The young man was overjoyed.
When Qingyan returned, she learned that he had helped her pay off all her debts.
"I will pay you back." Qingyan casually wrote an IOU and handed it to him.
"Qingyan, do you really have to be so clear about things with me?" Na Shila seemed somewhat reluctant to take the IOU.
"What needs to be settled still needs to be settled, it has nothing to do with you and me," Qingyan said.
"Ahem." These two just wouldn't stop, so I coughed softly.
So I pulled Qingyan out again, patted her motorcycle, and said, "Come on, take me somewhere."
Qingyan replied enthusiastically, "Okay."
Qingyan led me to the guy I bought the house from to fill out the purchase contract.
Completed in one go.
Qingyan watched the whole thing with envy: "I really envy you for being able to buy a house in this city."
I thought to myself, I've lived for thousands of years and all my possessions are only this much, what's there to envy?
I smiled at her and warmly invited her, "I live alone and it's quite lonely. Would you like to move in with me?"
"Huh?" Qingyan exclaimed in disbelief.
Without further ado, I took the house keys and helped her move to the villa area that afternoon.
When I stepped into that neighborhood again, the plum tree I had seen before was indeed in a different location than the one I had seen last time.
It was a spirit after all, but I ignored it.
"This tree is so strange... Why is it covered with talismans and bound with iron chains? It looks so pitiful and desolate." Qingyan looked at the tree with great curiosity.
“This is a spirit, aren’t you afraid?” I asked.
"What's there to be afraid of? There's nothing to be afraid of," Qingyan said readily.
I thought she would be scared away, but to my surprise, she showed no regret for the tree at all.
However, the next moment, Qingyan curiously picked a small red flower from the roadside.
"Don't move!" I shouted, but it was too late.
Just as Qingyan picked the flower, the ground beneath her feet began to shake violently...
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