Chapter 1606 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 16
With a sudden inspiration, Song Jinhuan unfolded a handkerchief with one hand, hooked the back of his neck with the other, and pressed it down, wiping his face twice.
A sudden wave of heat washed over the back of my neck, seeping into my cold skin.
Beneath the white cloth, the man's eyelashes trembled slightly.
A force came from Song Jinhuan's wrist, stopping her movement with just the right amount of pressure.
The handkerchief on the man's face fell down, but she quickly caught it with her other hand.
A hint of helplessness was tinged with confusion in her bewildered eyes, which was completely exposed.
He must be extremely uncomfortable with getting too close to people.
Seeing his strong reaction for the first time, Song Jinhuan asked in confusion, "Weren't you going to wash your face?"
"Why are you looking so aggrieved?"
This gave her the illusion that she was forcing a respectable married man.
The girl grew angrier the more she thought about it, and the accusation in her eyes deepened.
The man tried his best to receive and understand her words, but just as he finally managed to make sense of them, the figure had already stepped out of the house, the corner of her long skirt sweeping across the threshold.
He followed instinctively.
But he suddenly stopped when his foot was placed across the threshold.
He stiffened his neck and glanced back at the bed, then slowly lowered his head, staring blankly at his raised wrist.
He frowned, looking troubled.
He then backed up to the bedside, picked up the other end of the belt hanging on the bedpost, and spun it twice in the direction of the belt.
Then, clumsily, he tied a knot, earnestly and diligently binding himself up.
Song Jinhuan felt remorse as soon as she stepped out of the house.
Why make things so difficult for a slow-reacting old corpse?
But going back like this would be somewhat awkward.
Then he flicked a talisman from his sleeve, which landed steadily in the center above the door frame.
In this way, there is no need to worry about Lao Yu leaving.
"Xiao Huan, Xiu Ying just sent word that something's fishy going on in Xifeng Village. Pack your things and come with me." Ma Chengliang hurried over, his tone serious.
Xiuying's surname is Yang.
Song Yuande's youngest disciple is a man of few words, but is known in the industry for being extremely stingy. If anyone dares to take advantage of her, she will dig up your ancestors for eighteen generations to pay the debt.
Last night, Song Jinhuan specially set up an altar to refine and consecrate the copper coin sword, making its yang energy stronger and also repairing some of the wear and tear on the sword.
She immediately went to Song Yuande's courtyard, and while retrieving the sword, she also took a lot of other good things with her.
"Where's my dad?" I looked around the house but couldn't find him.
Ma Chengliang was stuffing a stack of talismans into his jacket. "Master and Taoist Zhang went to Majiapo early this morning. The village chief is possessed by an evil spirit, and the villagers came to him for help."
As he spoke, he took two more runes from the shelf and handed them to Song Jinhuan, saying, "Xiao Huan, don't forget to take these."
Song Jinhuan accepted all the gifts, his brow furrowing slightly. "We've been keeping a low profile, so how did the villagers of Majiapo know where we live?"
This stumped Ma Chengliang. He asked uncertainly, "Perhaps you found out by asking around?"
“Reputable families have uniform attire, which makes it easy to tell what they do. Although we keep a low profile, we don’t deliberately hide it.”
Song Jinhuan and he stepped out of the courtyard together, and with two Wind Riding Talismans under their feet, they traveled a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
"Hey? Where's that bald guy?" Ma Chengliang suddenly remembered and asked.
Song Jinhuan: "He's inside the house."
"Why didn't you take him with you?" Ma Chengliang asked casually.
"We don't know the situation in Xifeng Village right now, so if we bring them along, we might not be able to take care of them," Song Jinhuan explained, scratching his head.
As they spoke, they had already traveled a mile from their residence.
Half an incense stick later, they arrived at Xifeng Village and met Yang Xiuying.
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