Chapter 148 With my golden light, I will guide you out of the darkness.
"Heh." A soft laugh came from above.
Feng Jin raised his hand and pinched Shen Yuepo's chin, forcing her to turn her face towards him.
He moved closer, his eyes clearly reflecting her flustered yet forced composure.
“Shen Yuepo,” he whispered, his voice magnetic, “have you noticed that when you lie, your face becomes even more tense than usual?”
His fingertips traced the line of her tightly pursed lips, and the cool touch made Shen Yuepo's body tremble involuntarily.
"...as if someone owes you money."
Shen Yuepo glared at him angrily, embarrassed by his bluntness.
Those clear, cold eyes now shone brightly with shame and anger, like burning flames.
Shen Yuepo finally couldn't help but say, "I don't like the look of you, stay away from me."
A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Jin's eyes. Far from being angry, he asked with great interest, "Why do you dislike me?"
He asked the questions very seriously, as if he were genuinely seeking advice.
Shen Yuepo was speechless at his question.
Why?
Shen Yuepo didn't know either, but he just couldn't stand the sight of her.
She turned her head away, not wanting to look at his face, and even less wanting to answer his questions.
Seeing Shen Yuepo showing such vivid emotions, Feng Jin's displeasure completely vanished, replaced by joy.
He chuckled softly again, the sound carrying the vibration of his chest, clearly reaching Shen Yuepo's body pressed against his.
He suddenly did something that Shen Yuepo never expected.
He released his grip on her chin and instead gently took her wrist.
Then, to Shen Yuepo's astonishment, he guided her hand, slowly raised it, and placed her palm against his sharply defined profile.
"You don't like the look of me?" Feng Jin stared intently at her, his deep voice carrying a hint of seduction, "Then... slap me to vent your anger?"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Just as Shen Yuepo was at a loss for what to do with his actions, a familiar energy fluctuation suddenly came from the living room.
Immediately afterwards, three excited chattering sounds could be faintly heard:
"Master! We're back! The human world is so much fun!"
"Sister! That thing called ice cream is so delicious!"
"Huh... who are you?"
Lu Ningshuang, Abao, and Zhang Lin have returned.
As if startled awake, Shen Yuepo suddenly sprang up from Feng Jin's arms.
The blush on her cheeks had not yet faded, but her eyes had already regained their coldness.
She turned and walked out the door.
Feng Jin also stood up with her, stretched out his long arm, and grabbed Chen Yuepo's wrist that had just broken free.
He frowned slightly, his eyes sweeping over the closed door before returning to Shen Yuepo's face, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure and accusation:
"Shen Yuepo, you pushed me away for those three ghosts?"
The tone made it sound as if Shen Yuepo had committed some heinous act of betrayal.
Shen Yuepo was amused by his unreasonable behavior and glared at him irritably.
She shook her hand, and this time Feng Jin let go.
She took a deep breath, calmed her chaotic thoughts, and then opened the bedroom door and went out.
The atmosphere in the living room was a little awkward.
Zhang Qingyuan sat upright, trying his best to keep his eyes straight ahead, as if he knew nothing about what was happening in the bedroom.
The three ghosts that just returned are maintaining their "human" forms.
Upon seeing Feng Jin behind Shen Yuepo, the three ghosts immediately hid in Zhang Qingyuan's direction in fright.
Shen Yuepo cleared his throat, looked at Zhang Qingyuan, and pointed to one of the paper figures, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is your cousin Zhang Lin."
With a flick of her wrist, the talisman entered the bodies of the three paper figures, instantly restoring them to their ghostly forms.
Zhang Qingyuan immediately stood up, his gaze falling on the semi-transparent girl's soul.
Although the impression was vague, the outline between the eyebrows and eyes could still be vaguely identified as Zhang Lin.
His eyes became complicated, filled with a hint of pity, and he said solemnly, "Cousin, I'm sorry, I only learned about what happened to you today."
Looking at her cousin, who was both strange and familiar, Zhang Lin sensed the sincerity in his words and smiled, "Cousin, it's okay, everything is in the past."
Zhang Qingyuan said no more, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind.
A moment later, a faint golden light condensed at his fingertips.
"With my golden light, I guide you out of the darkness! May you be free from suffering and sorrow in your next life!"
The light, like fireflies, slowly drifted toward Zhang Lin's soul and merged into it.
Zhang Lin's soul trembled slightly as she felt a warm power enveloping her, as if dispelling the last trace of chill from the depths of her soul.
She stared at Zhang Qingyuan in surprise, her eyes filled with disbelief: "Cousin, you..."
After doing all this, Zhang Qingyuan's face was slightly pale. He smiled and said, "It was nothing. May you have a peaceful and prosperous next life."
Seeing this scene, Shen Yuepo's impression of Zhang Qingyuan improved even more.
She turned to Lu Ningshuang and Abao: "Is there anything else you haven't finished?"
The Lu siblings and Zhang Lin looked at each other and shook their heads.
A day trip to the capital was novel, satisfying, and left me with no regrets.
“Okay.” Shen Yuepo nodded, his gaze sweeping over Feng Jin.
Feng Jin leaned lazily against the bedroom door frame with his arms crossed, as if he were an observer.
Shen Yuepo withdrew his gaze, made a hand seal with his fingertips, and opened the Gate of Hell: "The time has come, I will send you into reincarnation."
A soft light enveloped the three ghosts.
Lu Ningshuang, holding Abao and Zhang Lin's hands, bowed deeply to Shen Yuepo: "Thank you, Master, for your care these past few days."
With a flash of light, the three ghosts transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the Gate of Hell.
The living room fell silent instantly.
Having fulfilled his wish, Zhang Qingyuan tactfully took his leave.
In the apartment, only Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin remained.
Shen Yuepo suddenly felt a wave of emptiness wash over her stomach.
After a long day of activity, she finally relaxed and realized she was starving.
She looked up at Feng Jin, who was standing not far away, pursed her lips, and said in the most indifferent tone, "I'm hungry."
Feng Jin: "..."
His expression froze instantly; he had imagined her continuing to simply ignore him.
The only thing I didn't expect was that she would so brazenly beg for food in this delicate atmosphere.
Without saying a word, he took out his phone and sent out a command instantly.
Shen Yuepo glanced at him, knowing that dinner was sorted out.
After finishing dinner, she remembered something else.
Shen Yuepo took out her phone and dialed Lin Yanxin's number.
The call was answered almost instantly.
The next second, Lin Yanxin's scream, teetering on the brink of collapse, exploded out:
"Shen Yuepo! Are you just making empty promises? Huh? Where is he?! Where is the person you promised?!"
"I'm almost overwhelmed by all the mess at the Taoist temple! I couldn't even split myself into eight pieces! Where are my men?!"
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