Lin Ruyue's face turned even paler. There were antiques everywhere in the house. If there were antiques in the living room, would there be some in the bedroom as well? Could their antique bed also have spirits? Then wouldn't that be... She didn't dare to think about it. She was terrified and embarrassed.

Wen Qi walked to the entrance, and the first thing he dealt with was the vase he saw when he entered the room. The vase was a large-bellied blue and white porcelain vase that was almost one meter tall, and the spirit that was born from it was a proud woman.

This kind of spirit only has consciousness, no aggression, and can be dispersed with a spell. But Wen Qi Nian found it difficult to become a spirit, so after asking for its opinion, he sent it to the underworld. If it can be reincarnated, it can be reborn. If not, the underworld is so big that it can always find a suitable job to support itself.

Afterwards, Wen Qi dealt with the teapot following the same process.

During this time, Lin Ruyue clearly heard the conversation between Wen Qi and Ling. Cheng Rong's inspiration was not as strong as hers, and she was too focused, so she couldn't hear clearly. She couldn't help but ask: "Why can't I hear more when I focus more?"

Wen Qi kept moving his hands and said casually: "Inspiration is something ethereal and cannot be grasped by force."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Rong vaguely felt that she understood, but after thinking about it carefully, she was still confused. She shook her head secretly, thinking that she really had no talent.

After dealing with the living room, I went to the dining room, kitchen, bedroom, entertainment room, study... Almost every room had antiques that gave birth to spirits.

Wen Qi sighed secretly, this room full of antiques could be used to open a small museum.

Finally, they went to the basement. Wen Qi was shocked by the various antiques that almost filled the entire basement, but the next second, all her attention was attracted by an ancient sword hanging on the wall.

The two people who had just begun to evolve their inspiration could not see it, but Wen Qi saw it clearly. The ancient sword was surrounded by a black and red bloody aura, exuding a chill that penetrated the bone marrow.

There is no doubt that this sword must have been used on the battlefield.

Jianwen Qi's eyes fell on the sword, and Cheng Rong took the initiative to explain: "This is a sword from the Warring States Period. Legend has it that countless souls died under the sword. I spent six million to bring it back from the auction house."

Wen Qi looked at the sword steadily and said, "I want to take this sword away. Name your price." The price of antiques is never constant, and it is impossible for her to buy it at the same price as others paid for it.

Cheng Rong did not respond, but asked, "Master Wen, are there any antiques here that can give birth to spirits?"

Wen Qi shook his head and told the truth: "With this sword, no antique can give birth to a spirit." The spirituality was wiped out and absorbed the moment it was born.

Cheng Rong pondered and said, "What if I keep this sword and let it help suppress other antiques?"

Wen Qi looked at her in surprise and said, "You have the guts to think of it, but you can't suppress it. Your breakfast will be eaten up by it, and then it won't just be as simple as just listening to the sound."

Cheng Rong understood and looked at Gu Jian reluctantly, "Six million, you can take it."

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow, "No increase in price?"

Cheng Rong shook his head and smiled, "Maybe I'll have to trouble Master Wen again in the future, so let's just consider it as a good relationship."

Wen Qi likes this kind of open-minded people and nodded in agreement.

After the matter was resolved, Wen Qi transferred six million to Cheng Rong and got an ancient sword. Cheng Rong transferred ten million to Wen Qi in exchange for a peaceful home.

One thing at a time, count them clearly.

Wen Qi didn't go back to the old house with the ancient sword. There were old people and children there, and she was afraid that the evil spirit would hurt them. She went straight back to the apartment, put the ancient sword on the coffee table, and said casually, "Come out."

The ancient sword did not react at all.

Wen Qi raised an eyebrow, "You haven't seen anyone for thousands of years, are you shy?"

The ancient sword was silent for two seconds, then suddenly trembled and exuded a strong murderous aura. The murderous aura fell in front of the coffee table and slowly condensed into a tall figure wearing armor, a helmet and a mask. The armor was covered with marks left by sharp weapons, as well as bright spots of blood.

Like a general who had just come down from the battlefield.

Wen Qi looked him up and down, her eyes fixed on the long sword at his waist, which was exactly the same as the one on the coffee table. She asked, "Is this the sword you carried with you when you were alive?"

There were only two eye holes on the mask, with a pair of blood-red eyes inside. Upon hearing this, the eyes moved, and a deep, hoarse voice came out from under the mask, "That's right."

The general said in a cold voice: "I will not recognize a woman as my master." Even though he knew the person in front of him was very strong.

Wen Qi smiled, "Then let's change someone." Feng Ce couldn't kill in the mortal world, so he just needed a powerful soul master. She didn't say it before, but she had been paying attention to it. This general was obviously the best choice.

The general's eyes suddenly turned cold, "I have no intention of acknowledging my master." In this peaceful and prosperous era, his bloody battles are no longer needed.

Wen Qi ignored him, took out his cell phone and called Feng Ce, asking him to come back as soon as possible.

The general returned to his sword and ignored everyone completely.

Wen Qi didn't care and called his master again, who made a shelf in the living room specifically for the sword.

After the others left, Wen Qi raised the sword and asked, "What is this sword called?"

After a while, the general responded, "Han Xing."

Before dinner, Feng Ce came back. He seemed to have noticed Han Xing's presence a long time ago. He greeted Wen Qi and walked straight over.

The general probably also sensed Feng Ce's presence. This time, he came out of the cold star without being called and landed in front of Feng Ce.

The two men looked at each other, and the atmosphere was strange.

Wen Qi sat on the sofa and looked at them, wanting to speak up to break the atmosphere. Well... she was a little jealous. What were they staring at for so long? They were almost eye-to-eye!

"Become my soul envoy." Feng Ce said calmly.

Wen Qi thought it was bad. This general was very proud and arrogant. If she didn't invite him properly, he would most likely refuse. She was about to open her mouth to smooth things over when she saw the general suddenly kneel on one knee, bow his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Feng Ce was not surprised at all, and took a strand of soul power to bind it to the general.

The whole process went so smoothly that it was eerie.

Wen Qi was speechless. She was worrying unnecessarily.

Feng Ce instructed calmly, "You don't have to follow me on weekdays. I will call you if I need you."

The general took orders and returned to the ancient sword again.

Feng Ce turned around and walked slowly towards Wen Qi, taking off his suit and unbuttoning his tie as he walked. When he got in front of Wen Qi, he leaned over and hugged her, whispering, "Thank you, my wife."

Wen Qi snorted, "As expected of an ancient ghost, the preference for boys over girls is simply too serious."

Feng Ce stood up slightly, then suddenly moved closer and kissed her on the lips.

Wen Qi no longer had the heart to talk. He should just concentrate on enjoying himself when he should.

In early February, New Year's Eve arrived. The Feng family's aunt and the chef were on holiday, so the responsibility of preparing the New Year's Eve dinner fell on Wen Qi and Feng Ce.

Originally Feng Xiao also wanted to help, but was driven away by Feng Ce with a look of disgust. If Feng Xiao really went up, he would definitely make things worse and would be a hindrance.

Wen Qi and Feng Ce both know how to cook, but Wen Qi rarely has the opportunity to cook and his cooking skills are average, so he still has to rely on our almighty President Feng! Feng Ce really lived up to everyone's expectations and prepared a sumptuous banquet and even cooked red wine.

We turned on the TV, used the Spring Festival Gala as background music, and the family chatted and ate together, having a very warm New Year.

Just after the New Year, that is, on the tenth day, Zhu Jinni suddenly called and said that she wanted Wen Qi to help investigate a case.