Zong Ao didn't need to look at Yi Mu's face; it was definitely burning red.
He crumpled the empty cigarette pack into a ball and slammed it hard against the straw-haired man's head.
"You're just spouting nonsense. Hurry up and do it. I'll wait outside."
After he finished speaking, he took a long stride and walked out.
Straw-haired guy chuckled: "It's a rare sight to see the boss so shy. I have a feeling you're the right one."
Yi Mu was somewhat exasperated by his self-talk.
"Maybe my appearance is deceptive, but I am a real man. Please stop saying such embarrassing things."
Straw-headed man sighed deeply, like an elder who had been through it all, and shook his head with a click of his tongue.
"If you think this way now, you'll definitely thank me for my advice later."
"By the way, my name is Yaoyan. What's your name, beautiful lady?"
Yi Mu was a little slow to keep up with his fast pace. After a moment of reaction, his eyes suddenly widened: "You said your name is Yao Yan?"
The other person nodded smugly: "Yeah."
It turned out they were looking for the same person. Yi Mu's smile became even more genuine, after all, this person might be a true master.
Yao Yan supported his shoulders, his gaze sweeping across several areas of the hall before finally placing him in the very center.
Then, using the brush and paint in your hand, draw circles around the Emu.
It was dark in color, viscous, like blood plasma, and didn't smell very good.
It wasn't that Yimu disliked the pungent smell, but rather...
"The blanket down here looks expensive. Will the stains from your brush be difficult to remove?"
This blanket looks incredibly expensive just from its workmanship; Yi Mu is afraid he'll go bankrupt trying to pay for it.
Yao Yan looked up at him, his eyes filled with an air of authority that rendered Yi Mu speechless.
"Sit still and don't worry."
Then, in one smooth motion, he used the brush to create a complex talisman resembling a Western-style barrier.
Yi Mu was a little flustered. This female ghost was obviously an indigenous person. Would using Western methods work?
He soon realized he was overthinking things.
A person with profound Taoist skills can summon extraordinary things by simply drawing some random talisman.
Yi Mu gradually lost the sound of the outside world, and then felt something being pulled out of his body.
That thing stubbornly refused to come out, but there was nothing that could be done.
Yi Mu's brows gradually furrowed. It felt like something was being taken away from his body, and it hurt a little, and the pain was getting deeper and deeper.
His shoulders were trembling, his fingers clenched into fists, when suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder.
A calming voice sounded in my ears, faintly as if it were drifting from a distant place.
"Bear with it, my beauty, it'll be over soon. Close your eyes."
Yi Mu was trembling all over from the pain. He didn't know how much time had passed, but his clothes were soaked with sweat.
A distorted sound echoed within his body, a woman screaming and struggling desperately, and then Yi Mu felt his body lighten.
He managed to stay conscious and saw a blurry figure appear before him.
The woman was wearing an old-fashioned cheongsam, her hair was loose, and her face was even more beautiful than Yi Mu had imagined, but her appearance was ferocious, which somewhat ruined the overall impression.
"Awooooo~~"
Yao Yan picked at his ear, not frightened by the sight of the female ghost bleeding from her seven orifices, but instead looked disgusted.
"Alright, big sister. Don't you know you're ugly? Facial expressions don't suit you at all. Quickly move your face away."
Yimu braced himself against the ground, trying to stand up.
The door was pushed open, and Zong Ao walked in, his arms, faintly smelling of smoke, pressed against Yi Mu from behind, supporting him.
Yi Mu stood up and gave him a grateful look.
The female ghost, who had revealed her true form, was confronting Yao Yan.
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