Although Yan Ting couldn't hear what the little girl said, he vaguely sensed that there was something wrong with the aura around her.
Before he could take a closer look, the aura disappeared in an instant. Chu Ci raised her eyes, her black eyes were bright and obedient, her pink lips were slightly pursed, and she looked like she was blaming him.
We've only known each other for less than a day, and this girl is really good at climbing up the ladder.
Yan Ting raised his hand and handsomely closed the knife with one hand and put it in his pocket. Then he heard Old Yang, who was busy corking the small glass bottle, said casually without looking up, "The little girl is asking if it hurts."
Chu Ci, who could clearly speak but was forced to be 'mute' for a day, subconsciously looked in the direction of Lao Yang.
Yan Ting's eyes darkened, and his sharp gaze made Lao Yang's body stiffen slightly.
No matter how profound his Taoism was, he could not withstand Yan Ting's extremely obvious hostility and dissatisfaction.
He paused for a moment, then spoke, "I, the old Taoist, had a few adventures in my early years, so I have a strong sense of spiritual creatures like this."
Yan Ting withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Spiritual object?"
"She is neither a living soul nor a dead soul. Even I, an old Taoist, cannot tell where this little girl's origins are. We in the industry call this kind of thing a spiritual creature." Old Yang explained, then looked at Yan Ting's hand in surprise.
I saw that the wound that was still bleeding had now closed and formed a scar, and it looked nothing like it had just been cut.
Wu Qing and Wu Lanben were also Taoist priests with profound knowledge and experience. At this moment, they could only stand aside silently and listen to the conversation between the few people. From the conversation, they deduced that the person following Yan Ting was a spirit creature in the form of a young girl.
Seeing this scene, Old Yang hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a milky white round jade carving from somewhere and handed it to Yan Ting. "This jade has a warming effect. If you carry it with you often, it can also enhance the strength of this little girl. Maybe you will be able to hear what this little girl says soon."
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Finally, an agreement was reached, and the jade carving was taken away by Yan Ting. Looking at Yan Ting's back as he left first, Old Yang narrowed his eyes.
Wu Qing, who had been silent behind him, stepped forward and saluted respectfully, his expression slightly hesitant. "Senior, what exactly is that spiritual object?"
Old Yang shook his head, "I don't know either."
He had never seen the kind of aura that the little girl who followed Yan Ting had.
Today, Yan Ting was just as cruel and indifferent as he had imagined, as if he didn't care about anything.
This should have been a fate of being extremely noble but lonely, but such a variable happened, which is puzzling.
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Yan Ting casually put the white jade carving into his pocket. Chu Ci followed behind him and didn't enter his mobile phone, teasing the little bird that followed him.
The spirit bird was also reluctant to leave, not knowing whether it was because Chu Ci had saved its life by sheltering it from the wind and rain or for some other reason, but it was extremely enthusiastic, and even if it couldn't get hold of Chu Ci's hand, it would keep rubbing its little head with its soft feathers against Chu Ci's palm.
Later, probably knowing that she could see Chu Ci by following Yan Ting, she took advantage of Yan Ting's inattention and jumped onto his shoulders with all her strength. She looked at Chu Ci with her bright black eyes, and chirped non-stop with great joy, wanting to attract her attention.
Finally, Yan Ting raised his hand and grasped it, holding it in his hand, and the pair of small eyes met Yan Ting's bottomless black eyes.
I noticed the little girl next to me coming closer.
He paused as he was about to throw the little bird away. He said in a cold voice, "Stop making noise."
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