Upon hearing these words, Wang Jing felt as if time had stood still.
All the noise faded away, leaving only the gentle breeze and the sound of leaves hitting the ground.
If you listen more closely, you can hear that the stall owner, whose attitude had always been rather unpleasant, was breathing much more rapidly.
Although things returned to normal in just a few seconds, Wang Jing thought to herself that even if it was only for a few seconds, she was certain that what Hua Rong had just said had touched the other person's heart.
However, the other party clearly did not believe that a girl who was only a teenager could help him.
Or does he really think he's talking nonsense?
He laughed and said, "Little girl, what are you saying? We're both from the cultivation world, so let's speak frankly. Look at me, I'm perfectly healthy, why would I need to buy my life from you? Do you think I can tell that my face is dark and that I'm going to have a lot of bad luck lately?"
Hearing this, Wang Jing smiled. She casually picked up a Pixiu carving from the stall, looked at it, and said, "I cultivate immortality, but it's not the same path as Taoist cultivation. As for things like a dark aura, leave that to those Taoist cultivators. What I'm asking now is, big brother, do you want your life?"
With that, she smiled sweetly: "Big brother, you only get one chance. If you miss this opportunity, I won't help you anymore, because you really won't live much longer. What a pity, what a pity. You have so much money but nowhere to spend it. What are you going to do with all that money?"
Zijun felt that if someone else had said those words to him, he would have already started to take action.
No one wants to be cursed to death, especially after cultivating immortality and learning that there are truly immortals in the world.
Looking at him like this, Wang Jing asked Hua Rong, "Why do I feel like she doesn't know anything about it?"
If it were me, I certainly wouldn't be so indifferent when I heard something about fate!
Hua Rong said, "Just tell him directly, ask him if he's been having trouble sleeping lately? And if he has difficulty concentrating when practicing his martial arts?"
Wang Jing repeated Hua Rong's question.
Then, although Zijun's expression did not change, her hands tightened and loosened repeatedly.
Zijun frowned, because he had indeed been experiencing such symptoms recently.
However, he simply assumed that he was bothered by his master's affairs and didn't think much of it.
Now that I think about it more, it's as if many clues have emerged.
She seems really out of sorts lately, and he's a cultivator!
Although I sleep less, I don't experience insomnia.
Moreover, he has indeed found it difficult to concentrate on his training lately.
This caused her cultivation to stagnate, which is why he came here to sell some things and take the opportunity to cultivate his mind.
Zijun glanced at Wang Jing and thought that this young girl was truly unfathomable.
He packed up everything that was on the stall, and then, not forgetting to take the carved Pixiu back from Wang Jing.
Zijun said casually to Wang Jing, "Would you like to have a cup of milk tea together?"
Wang Jing fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.
She wondered if she had misheard.
Shouldn't we be asking if we should have a cup of coffee together?
Recalling the previous incident where this person counted money, Wang Jing felt that she might have encountered a miser.
She didn't say anything more, just nodded, and the two left the school.
Wang Jing discovered that the goods he had been carrying had suddenly disappeared after they had avoided the crowd.
That's how she knew the stall owner had a spatial container.
Thinking of this, Wang Jing remembered Zi Jun's identity.
It should be understood that with the gradual disappearance of spiritual power, in this era of Dharma decline, humanity is currently facing a severe shortage of cultivation techniques and various magical treasures.
The text also mentions the concept of spatial containers.
Looking at it now, this seemingly stingy miser seems to have had a pretty good background.
This space container may not be usable by just anyone.
So, who exactly is Zijun?
The other party not only comes from a good family, but may also have powerful backers.
This powerful backer could be a family member, or it could be someone else.
Judging from the other party's character, Wang Jing leans towards the latter.
Wang Jing drank the lemonade in front of him with a rather depressed expression. He hadn't expected that this person would not only offer him milk tea, but also the cheapest lemonade.
He didn't know what to say about it.
After all, the other party's family was drinking lemonade, and his drink was a medium-sized one.
The other person was drinking from a small cup!
Thinking about the differences in this person, she thought that perhaps people born into large families all have some quirks.
For example, Sun Ziliang didn't like cultivating immortality, so he came to teach instead.
Perhaps the person in front of her is so stingy because of their different background and upbringing... or you could say they are frugal.
"Little sister, you say I'm going to die, then tell me why I'll die? Up until now, I've always seemed to be in good health. Besides being in good health, well, I've also been quite diligent in my cultivation and even consumed quite a few rare and precious herbs. How could someone like me die such a violent death? I don't believe it!"
It's unclear whether he didn't believe he would die a violent death, or whether he would still die a violent death despite going to such lengths.
These two are different.
Upon hearing these words, Wang Jing had reason to suspect that the other person was trying to belittle her.
After all, her background was obviously not good.
However, judging from the other person's still carefree (?) demeanor, she might have misunderstood them.
So she didn't dwell on the topic and went straight to the point: "Have you been in contact with any formations recently? Are these formations related to spirits?"
Upon hearing this, although the person opposite did not change their expression, Wang Jing noticed that their eyes suddenly became somewhat stiff.
She guessed right!
Zijun seemed not to have expected that Wang Jingzhen's words had hit the nail on the head.
Of course, Wang Jing knew that Hua Rong was the one who was giving her all this advice.
Hua Rong continued to tell Wang Jing, "He probably didn't go alone, otherwise he would have died by now. I can feel that the remaining power in his body is very strong. If conditions permit, Na Yingling could easily take his life."
"That evil spirit was powerful, but that's all in the past. It was probably destroyed in the end. However, before it was destroyed, it was unwilling to accept its fate and placed a curse on the weakling, because his magic power was not as strong as that of the other one or more ghost hunters. It hasn't been discovered yet. If it had been any later, the evil spirit would have eroded his brain, turning him into a living dead."
Wang Jing calmly told Zi Jun all of this, as if it were a conclusion she had drawn herself.
However, she remained calm on the surface, but in her heart she was already cursing xxx.
Isn't this world a little too dangerous?
Zijun gulped down the lemonade in one go, cold sweat beading on her forehead.
He wiped his sweat, now believing it to be about 70-80%.
Because he and his master did indeed recently perform a ritual at the home of a wealthy person.
"Little sister, how do I get rid of this evil spirit on me? I'm not married yet! I don't want to die!"
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