Su Haoran picked up Su Miaomiao from the hospital, and after the two returned to the old house, Su Miaomiao met Master He again.
"Master Miaomiao, how have you been?"
Master He held Su Miaomiao in exceptional respect.
I had heard Su Haoran mention that Su Miaomiao's soul was over-exhausted, and I thought she would fall into a deep sleep for many days like me. But I didn't expect that Su Miaomiao would recover after only one night of rest.
This strength far surpasses that of the senior brothers of Wuliang Mountain, making Master He even more curious about Su Miaomiao's past experiences.
Who exactly was her teacher?
"Master He, you're too kind. It seems you made quite a trip back to Wuliang Mountain."
Su Miaomiao smiled as she observed Master He's aura, feeling a sense of pride that a junior had achieved success.
"Thanks to Master Miaomiao's peach wood sword, my senior brother and I have made some progress after studying it carefully."
Master He was even more shocked!
It was just a few minor changes, yet Su Miaomiao was able to notice them. This level of insight is so remarkable that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a terrestrial immortal.
Su Miaomiao went back to the old house to do some calculations, so she didn't chat with Master He any further.
After returning to her courtyard, she took out the incense burner she had bought earlier and placed it on the stone table outside.
"Master Miaomiao, what are you going to do..."
Master He asked in confusion.
"I'm summoning a spirit messenger to ask some questions."
Su Miaomiao then pulled out a copper coin sword that she had tied herself up.
She wanted to ask Fang Boyu where his soul had gone.
Now that she knows she is in a world within a book, is the underworld here the same as her original world?
Or is it that there is no underworld here, and people's souls simply dissipate after they die?
She had never encountered a dead person before, so this time she would try Fang Boyu and that Zhang Xianren.
One of them was an ordinary person, and the other was someone who understood esoteric arts.
Su Miaomiao spoke so casually, but Master He couldn't help but kneel down and kowtow to her.
This is truly a rare and exceptional master!
To have an underworld messenger personally selected to inquire about a matter requires someone of great ability.
I once heard a fellow disciple mention that their master only succeeded once in his life, but after doing that, he was sick for three years and never dared to summon the underworld messengers again.
“Master Miaomiao, summoning underworld officials is very dangerous. It will have a negative impact on your health and could even lead to a serious illness or death.”
Master He reminded her that although Su Miaomiao seemed very confident, what if…
That's hard to say!
"It's okay! I used to do this all the time, there's no danger."
Su Miaomiao had already lit the incense and inserted it into the incense burner.
She took the copper coin sword and began to walk on the steps, softly reciting the incantation she had recited countless times before.
Master He was anxious. He couldn't stop Su Miaomiao, so he could only take out the copper coin he was wearing around his neck and hold it in his palm.
He thought to himself that if things went wrong later, he could still help out.
The tip of the incense stick, which had burned to a scarlet red, slowly turned into a dark green, alternating between light and shadow, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.
Su Haoran rubbed his arms and exhaled a puff of white breath.
It's so cold!
I should have made Miaomiao wear a warm down jacket first.
Su Miaomiao seemed oblivious, and she took the stacks of gold ingots she had prepared earlier and started burning them.
"What are you doing? We're very busy. This kind of forced money is unacceptable!"
"Hurry up, hurry up, store that pile together, we still have a long way to go."
Two dark figures busily stuffed gold ingots into their pockets.
Su Miaomiao obediently ordered the rest of the food.
"I have a question for you two: have you managed to capture the souls of Fang Boyu and Zhang Xianren?"
"Huh? Which two idiots do you know?"
One of the underworld officials looked up and glanced at Su Miaomiao.
Su Miaomiao couldn't see his face clearly, but she calmly nodded.
“I broke their evil magic.”
"So it was you who did it. This little girl is so young, huh?... Immortal... Immortal Master?"
You've mistaken me for someone else!
Su Miaomiao immediately denied it.
She's a rich little princess now, and has nothing to do with that poor immortal master!
No one can separate her from the beauties!
Don't even think about it!
"Have the souls of those two been found?"
"Uh...the two of them didn't report to the underworld, and we brothers couldn't capture them either."
"Got it! Thanks!"
Su Miaomiao swept her copper coin sword out, instantly extinguishing the eerie green incense sticks, and everything around her returned to normal.
The two underworld officials who were being sent away exchanged a glance, each clutching a large gold ingot in their hands.
"Is...you are a Celestial Master?"
She said no!
"oh!"
"The immortal master is really playing tricks!"
"...Do you still want the money?"
“These are the condolences from kind passersby who saw how hard we brothers were traveling. You can give them all to me if you don’t want them; I won’t mind.”
"Dream on!"
...
Su Miaomiao rested her chin on her hand and gazed out the window, her brows furrowed.
"Master Miaomiao, you said that Fang Boyu's soul didn't go to the underworld, and the underworld officials can't find him either. Is it possible that someone hid him?"
Master He guessed.
He knew that there were ways in the Xuanmen sect to hide a person's soul, but generally no one would learn them, and even if they did, they wouldn't know how to do it.
Firstly, it would be against the natural order, and secondly, it would be detrimental to oneself.
Why hide his soul?
Su Haoran was puzzled.
After leaving the Angels Club that day, he inquired about the situation there and confirmed that two bodies had been carried out of the club.
The club is now completely closed. It is said that it needs to be renovated and a master needs to be consulted to resolve any issues before it can reopen.
Su Miaomiao narrowed her beautiful eyes and said softly, "Resurrection!"
"That's impossible! He's completely dead."
Su Haoran blurted out, and even Master He thought it was impossible.
The art of bringing the dead back to life simply does not exist. Countless masters of esoteric arts have studied it throughout history, but none have succeeded.
"That's absolutely impossible!"
Su Miaomiao agreed, but 'resurrection' could also be a hope. Fang Boyu's family could get Zhang Xianren to help him continue his life, so they naturally hoped that he could be brought back to life.
It's just that we don't know who did it.
Su Miaomiao shook her head, putting the matter aside, as long as it didn't come up in front of her.
However, she also had an unexpected gain: the underworld messengers she summoned actually recognized her, which meant that the underworld here was connected to her original world.
Master He took the matter to heart and notified the association to investigate.
The appearance of Zhang Xianren before had already made them, the people of the Xuanmen sect, lose face. If another one appears, their reputation will be completely ruined.
After Master He and Su Haoran left, Su Miaomiao started playing on her phone.
Remembering Shi Qin's instructions, she didn't log onto Weibo to check, but instead opened the live streaming platform.
"I haven't seen anyone dance for days, it's so lonely!"
Su Miaomiao entered the selected handsome guy's live stream room. The esteemed purple diamond user made a grand entrance with special effects, instantly attracting the attention of the dancing streamer.
He danced even more joyfully as he said words of welcome.
The big waves rose and fell, and Su Miaomiao tried it herself, almost twisting her waist.
It seems she can't become a singing and dancing star!
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