Wool Curl couldn't believe it at first, and excitedly took off his clothes to look up and down. His skin was pale and smooth, exactly the same as before he was entangled! "Great!" Wool Curl laughed, "I'm normal!" He said, what can a bunch of kittens and puppies do?

That’s right, Yang Maojuan used to abuse cats. Dogs are too big and hard to handle. He only attacks puppies occasionally. Cowardly and mean, this is the kind of person I’m talking about.

After feeling happy, he looked at the altar which he had not yet removed. Could it be that his confession during the day had some effect?

Yangmaojuan stared at the incense burner for two seconds, then walked over and lit three more incense sticks. After kneeling three times and kowtowed nine times, he put the incense into the incense burner.

"Don't break, don't break..." Yang Maojuan prayed softly and let go of his hand.

But the opposite happened. As soon as he took his hand away, the three incense sticks broke at the same time, just like during the day.

Yang Maojuan was stunned, "How could it be!" His hair had healed, didn't this prove that the resentment should have dissipated? Why couldn't the incense be lit?

Wool Curly scratched his bird-nest-like hair anxiously, his mind in a mess, "Is it because the time is too short? How about I wait two minutes and try again?"

Because he was too focused on this question, he didn't notice that a half-man-tall black shadow had walked gracefully behind him step by step.

Downstairs, Feng Ce finished dealing with work emails and turned to look at Wen Qi, only to find that the latter was staring at Xiao Lou intently. He frowned unhappily, raised his hand, pinched her chin, asked her to turn around, and leaned over to kiss her.

"I haven't seen you for a day." Feng Ce bit Wen Qi's lips lightly and asked in a low voice, "Don't you miss me?"

Wen Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What's wrong with you? I'm doing serious business here."

Feng Ce lowered his head and kissed me again, his tone accusing, "You didn't even look at me or talk to me much the whole night."

Wen Qi died unjustly, "I just saw you were busy."

"We're done now." Feng Ce lowered his head and blocked her mouth.

For a moment, the only sounds in the car were the sound of water colliding with lips and teeth, and increasingly heavy breathing.

As the atmosphere became more and more heated, the two of them gradually lost themselves in the excitement...suddenly a scream came from upstairs.

Wen Qi opened her eyes with a start, and before she could push away Feng Ce, her soul power spread out first. When she saw the scene upstairs, she took a breath.

Feng Ce let her go and rested his forehead on her shoulder waiting for it to cool down, but within two seconds he turned his head and bit her snow-white neck, snorting in his heart, what a heartless person.

Wen Qi subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck twice as a way of comforting him.

As a result, Feng Ce was really coaxed into calming down. He closed his eyes quietly and stopped moving.

At this time, Yang Maojuan was lying on the ground upstairs, covered in blood, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead. Xiao Hei was still looking at the hunter, circling around Yang Maojuan, as if looking for an angle to kill him with one strike.

Wen Qi quickly controlled his soul power and went forward to comfort Xiao Hei, "It's okay, you can't kill. Although our family is related, we can't go too far. So many eyes are watching our family!"

Xiao Hei stared at Yang Mao Juan with his eyes fixed, as if he was unwilling to give up.

Wen Qi continued to persuade, "Don't worry, this kind of person will definitely go to hell, and he will suffer in the future." After a pause, she suggested, "If you really can't get rid of your anger, you can leave some resentment in him and let him suffer while alive. It will be much more painful than letting him die all at once."

Xiao Hei's eyes flashed, and he spit out a pitch-black ball, which landed on Wool Curl and merged into his body in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, "Okay, let's go home." With this resentment, Yang Maojuan will not die, but he will inevitably be tortured day and night in the future. How long he can hold on depends on his own perseverance.

Autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye, and it’s time to start preparing for Yangyang’s first birthday party.

While the two were discussing, Yangyang came over, looked at them eagerly, and shouted, "Grandpa!"

The living room was quiet for a while before Wen Qi asked, "Does Yangyang miss his great-grandfather?"

Yangyang nodded, her eyes like black grapes sparkling, "I miss you! Great-grandfather!" After saying that, she pursed her lips in grievance, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

Wen Qi thought for a moment and asked, "Auntie will take you to find your great grandfather?"

Yangyang's expression changed immediately, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Zhang Zhenyan was a little worried, "He's so young, can he do it?"

Wen Qi smiled and nodded, "It's okay, Yangyang has a special physique, don't worry. Speaking of this, I have something to ask you."

Zhang Zhenyan looked over in confusion, "Sister-in-law, you say."

Wen Qi picked up Yang Yang and said, "I want to wait until Yang Yang is three years old, and then let him learn spells and cultivate his soul power with me."

Zhang Zhenyan was not surprised at all. When Wen Qi gave the little ghost to Yangyang, she knew this day would come. After all, Yangyang's talent was there, and it would be a waste if he didn't become a heavenly master.

She glanced at Yangyang, smiled and said to Wenqi: "Then I'll trouble you to take care of it, sister-in-law."

Wen Qi knew she wouldn't refuse, but he was still very surprised when he heard it. "Thank you." A hint of mischief flashed in her eyes. "It will also make time for you and Feng Xiao. Our Feng family is still in need of a little princess."

Zhang Zhenyan's face immediately turned red, "Sister-in-law!"

After Feng Xiao came back in the evening, Wen Qi told him that he was going to take Yang Yang to see Old Man Feng. Feng Xiao's eyes lit up when he heard that, "Can I go too?"

"Of course not." Wen Qi was very speechless. "What kind of place is your local government? Any living soul can enter? Yangyang is talented and young. With me protecting him, he can naturally be 100% safe. Just forget it."

Feng Xiao sighed in disappointment, "Then please tell grandpa a message for me. My club is getting bigger and bigger, and I have a good relationship with my family and friends. Tell him not to worry about us."

Wen Qi nodded, "Don't worry."

At night, when Yangyang fell asleep, Wen Qi summoned his soul and went to the underworld, Fengdu City, where old man Feng lived, with Feng Ce.

Unfortunately, when they got there, no one was at home. After asking around, they found out that the old man had fallen in love with playing mahjong and played it almost every day.

On the way to the mahjong hall, Wen Qi recalled and asked, "Did grandpa have this hobby before?" Anyway, she had never seen the old man play in the past few years since she married into the Feng family. Could it be that he quit because he was old and had less energy?

Feng Ce didn't have any specific impression. There were few people in his family and they couldn't even get together for a table. Anyway, he had never seen his grandfather play mahjong.

“Maybe it’s a hobby when I was young.”

Ten minutes later, Wen Qi found Grandpa Feng on the second floor of the mahjong hall, holding Yang Yang.

If she was not familiar with the old man's soul, she would not be able to tell who was who. This table has probably been playing for a long time. Everyone's face was covered with yellow strips of paper.

At first glance, they look exactly the same, like quadruplets.