Guan Zian spoke earnestly, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, "Perhaps it is a matter of fate between you and it."
Lang Zongyi: "..." What a lame excuse.
Mountain God: If I hadn't known about the rumors of the Nine Great Magical Artifacts, I would have believed you.
Yan Jiu looked at Lang Zongyi and the Mountain God.
Lang Zongyi said solemnly, "I have never seen anyone ring this bell before."
The mountain god nodded: "Same as above."
Yan Jiu had investigated the metaphysical history of this world, and thought it would be similar to her previous life. However, she did not expect that the rumors and existence of the nine magical artifacts were the biggest difference.
She looked at Guan Zian.
Her intuition told her that Guan Zian knew.
Guan Zian simply smiled and said, "Does Your Excellency believe in destiny?"
Yan Jiu frowned: "Is this predetermined?"
Guan Zian bowed and said, "Your Excellency is wise!"
Yan Jiu: "..." I was praised, but I'm not happy at all.
Lang Zongyi's gaze lingered on Guan Zian for a moment; he hadn't been unaware of Guan Zian's attitude towards them.
Is this the composure a spirit should have?
When Guan Zian took the Sanqing Bell, he was not in the Special Bureau and did not know the specifics.
Now that I've witnessed it with my own eyes, I'm still bewildered.
Guan Zian respectfully said, "Please escort them to where they need to go, lest they be taken advantage of by those with ulterior motives."
Yan Jiu looked at the zombie dressed in battle robes.
She knew without needing to divine that they were from the same era as Guan Zi'an in their previous lives.
He just died earlier than Guan Zi'an.
Zhi Fanlin is a shady place.
In layman's terms, it is an excellent place for yin entities to cultivate.
Yan Jiu looked at Guan Zian's face, but could only see the fate of Guan Zian after the words were carved on his cheek.
A small tattoo has covered up Guan Zian's past fate. Who has such power?
Yan Jiu thought this way and asked this question.
Guan Zian shook his head and remained silent, for there were some things that were not yet time to be said.
Yan Jiu saw that Guan Zi'an remained silent.
They didn't ask any further questions.
She dialed the underworld hotline.
Tell the busy underworld messengers that there's work to be done again.
She has a group of hardworking "craftsmen" here who have nowhere to go and urgently need to be transferred to the underworld.
She doesn't have high demands; she only charges the difference between the price and the cost.
The underworld official: "..." What price? You've already stolen the most valuable items: the Judge's Pen, the Soul-Locking Chain, and the Soup of Oblivion!
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