Chapter 191 There was a blind man back then
Shen Yuepo was held in his arms and couldn't move.
Feng Jin quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket with his other hand and swiped his finger across the screen to unlock it.
It was too late for Shen Yuepo to stop it.
Feng Jin's slender fingers quickly typed three words into the search box: "pretty boy".
Almost instantly, encyclopedia definitions and various online explanations popped up.
Feng Jin skimmed through the words: "dependent on women for support," "lacking masculinity," "male concubine," "gold digger," and so on...
His body temperature dropped several degrees instantly.
He slowly lowered his head. "Shen Yuepo, you're praising my looks?... Hmm?"
His voice rose at the end, carrying a dangerous undertone.
Knowing her deception had failed, Shen Yuepo decided to give up and tilted her head slightly in his arms, asking, "Is it... not pretty?"
"..."
Feng Jin was speechless for a moment after being choked by her confident retort.
Looking at her face so close to his, he abruptly lowered his head, answering with his actions.
A kiss, tinged with punishment, landed unexpectedly on Shen Yuepo's lips.
Under the bright lights of the mall, in the bustling corridor, Feng Jin kissed her domineeringly, completely ignoring the stares that were instantly cast upon them.
"Hmm!"
Caught off guard, Shen Yuepo's cheeks flushed instantly.
"Feng Jin!" she exclaimed in a low voice, raising her hand to push him away.
Feng Jin had already ended the brief kiss, his arms still firmly around her slender waist, half-embracing and half-pushing her as he continued to walk out.
Hearing her soft, slightly embarrassed call, he chuckled softly, his chest heaving. "Yes, I heard you."
He was clearly in a very good mood.
Back home, the living room was piled high with the clothes that had just been delivered.
As Shen Yuepo looked at the bags, the image of the baby's spirit wrapped around Miss Zhou's shoulder in the restaurant involuntarily surfaced in her mind.
After a moment's hesitation, she took out her phone and dialed Xiao Yizhou's number.
The call was answered quickly.
"Mr. Xiao."
"Moon Soul, what's wrong?" Xiao Yizhou's voice carried a hint of surprise.
"I ran into your mother at the restaurant just now. She was with a Miss Zhou named Zhou Yulan?" Shen Yuepo asked calmly.
"Yes, it's my cousin Zhou Yulan. What's wrong?" Xiao Yizhou's voice carried a hint of doubt.
“I saw her…” Shen Yuepo carefully considered her words and chose the most direct way of saying it, “The souls of two infants were wrapped around her shoulders, and she harbored deep resentment.”
After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, Xiao Yizhou's voice became noticeably serious: "An infant's soul?"
“Yes, being haunted by an infant spirit, especially one with resentment, is extremely dangerous,” Shen Yuepo explained in a cold voice.
"They will absorb the host's vital energy and yang energy day and night, causing the host's physical condition to weaken rapidly, become mentally confused, have nightmares, and even experience auditory and visual hallucinations."
"If this continues, the host will suffer a great loss of vitality. At best, they will be plagued by serious illnesses and premature aging; at worst, they will die a violent death. Moreover, the vengeful infants have deep-seated obsessions. If these obsessions are not resolved, they will not leave easily and will only go to destruction with the host."
Shen Yuepo was not exaggerating; this is common knowledge in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect).
The souls of unborn or stillborn infants are inherently fragile and sensitive. If they die for unnatural causes or with intense resentment, they are very likely to become vengeful infants.
They don't understand good and evil; they only know that they have been deprived of their lives, and they will vent all their resentment on the host they have chosen.
There was a long silence on Xiao Yizhou's end; he was clearly also shocked by the consequences.
After a long pause, he finally spoke in a deep voice, his tone filled with gratitude:
"Okay... thank you, Moon Spirit. I'll call my mom right away and ask her to ask my cousin what happened."
He paused, his tone softening slightly, "By the way, I've already transferred the payment for the ancestral graves to your account. Please check it."
"Okay," Shen Yuepo replied, then hung up the phone.
She casually opened her phone's text messages, wanting to see how much payment Xiao Yizhou had sent.
When she saw that long string of zeros, even she, with her calm demeanor, couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
A full fifty million!
The Xiao family... they really are incredibly wealthy.
Looking at the string of numbers on the screen and adding them to what she had earned before, Shen Yuepo felt a sense of ease, akin to "achieving perfect merit."
It was enough for her to renovate the Void Temple several times over.
She suddenly felt that perhaps... it was really time to retire and return to the Taoist temple?
However, before we can actually go back, there is still a huge hidden danger that must be addressed.
Yun Jingyan!
She wouldn't have a moment's peace until she dragged out the person who was eyeing her covetously.
He was like a sword hanging over our heads, ready to fall at any moment.
As Shen Yuepo was deep in thought about Yun Jingyan's matter, the sofa next to her sank in.
Feng Jin sat down next to her, his arm naturally encircling her waist.
"What are you thinking about?" His deep voice sounded in my ear, with a touch of lazy magnetism.
Shen Yuepo turned off her phone screen, looked at Feng Jin, and asked the question that had been lingering in her mind:
"Feng Jin, tell me... why is my blood so special?"
She spread out her fair palm, as if one could see the blood flowing through her skin, "It can heal wounds, it can be integrated into magical artifacts, and even... it has attracted the covetous eyes of people like Yun Jingyan for a hundred years..."
She paused, her eyes filled with even deeper confusion, "And why did I become Yun Jingyan's disciple in my previous life?"
Feng Jin remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Why is your blood so special..."
He extended his finger and gently tapped her soft palm. "This probably goes back to your first incarnation, the karmic connections are too deep to be explained in a few words."
"As for why you became Yun Jingyan's disciple..."
Feng Jin paused, a hint of undisguised disdain and annoyance flashing across his handsome face, even letting out a cold snort from his nose:
"I specifically sent someone to inquire. It's said that back then there was a man who was blind in both heart and eyes..."
He emphasized his words, his voice filled with personal emotion: "We were blinded by Yun Jingyan's sanctimonious appearance and feigned high moral character, and we admired him to the extreme."
"To become an apprentice, they even put on a grand show of kowtowing three times with each step..."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
In her past life, how could she have been so... blind in choosing a master?
Kneeling three times for every step? Just thinking about it made her knees ache.
"And then what happened?" she couldn't help but ask.
Feng Jin suddenly stopped talking.
He withdrew his arm from Shen Yuepo and leaned back lazily.
He sank into the soft sofa, crossed his long legs, and said casually, "I'm tired, I don't want to talk anymore."
"What happened after that? Hearing that made me feel annoyed and irritated; it was an eyesore. I couldn't be bothered to listen to the rest, so I just told them to get lost."
Shen Yuepo: "..."
She couldn't help but reach out and pinch his strong arm lightly to express her dissatisfaction.
Feng Jin winced in pain, hissing, but didn't flinch. His dark golden eyes glanced at her sideways, and he gave a strange, cold snort.
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