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was situated on a small hillock, which was covered in thick grass, making it impossible to find solid footing. It was late autumn now, and the leaves of all the trees on the hill were beginning to fa...Jiang Qiyun didn't really care about the matter of living souls, but when Bai Wu Chang said this was the time for the living souls to separate, his tone became somewhat disgusted: "It's Situ Lin again Where did he hide"

“Who knows… He’s manipulating the zombies behind the scenes. Now that the village has been destroyed and city gods everywhere are ordering their search parties, it’s hard to find him since he still has a human shell after all~~” Bai Wuchang’s helpless voice rang out.

Even if you drove these little minions to extinction, it wouldn't be of any use~ Situ Lin was too familiar with how to evade the Netherworld's pursuit. Otherwise, how could he have been wreaking havoc in the mortal realm for so many years without consequence There's no need to rush...

Jiang Qiyun interrupted him, saying: "Don't make excuses...Issue an order to have all the local city gods inspected. Even if it means checking every household and every individual one by one, we must do it thoroughly."

“Are you really going to do this” Bai Wu Chang frowned and dissuaded, “There are over 50,000 ghosts in the Underworld, even if we add part-time Yin soldiers from the human world, there are only about 70,000 people. How can we check billions of people”

"Go door to door and check." Jiang Qiyun's tone was unquestionable.

"Alas~~ Truly, you've bewitched my mind." He deliberately spoke loudly for me to hear.

I gritted my teeth and twisted open the bathroom door, wanting to persuade Jiang Qiyun not to trouble the little ghost so much.

Before I could even speak, Jiang Qiyun turned his back to me and raised his hand, signaling me to be quiet.

I…

“As you can see, she is getting weaker by the day. The reason why the city gods are looking for Si Tu Lin is to prevent him from showing himself. If they were just using some spirits or ghosts to cause trouble, it wouldn't matter. They wouldn't stir up much of a fuss. As long as Si Tu Lin doesn't show himself, she will be safer. Do you understand” Jiang Qi Yun said in a low voice to Bai Wu Chang.

White Without Chang's pair of evil triangular eyes showed a look of surprise.

That expression vanished quickly, and he gave me a wicked grin: "How sweet. Didn't expect the Emperor to be so doting on his wife."

Jiang Qiyun said coldly, "You're not hurt Your wife ran away and you don't even care about your work anymore."

Pooh!!!

White Seven Uncle has a wife!

I was dumbfounded, until Bai Wu Chang disappeared into the room. I remained stunned and unable to recover my senses.

Jiang Qiyun held me sitting on the windowsill: "You look so silly."

I quickly rubbed my face and asked, "Bai Wu Chang has a wife!"

“Of course, some Taoist temples allow his wife to enjoy incense offerings, but recently she ran away.” Jiang Qiyun said in a cold and detached tone, as if discussing official business.

"Run, ran! Is even the deity this capricious"

Actually, when it comes to being willful, Jiang Qiyun is the most deserving of that title, wouldn't you say

"You're being willful, Mu Xia Qiao," he snorted coldly. "You can still go catch ghosts with a baby bump."

"I'm not afraid at all. I have my brother, White Seven Ye, the spirit fetus, and the techniques you taught me." I laughed.

"...You're being arrogant because you are spoiled."

I snickered silently, acting spoiled

Jiang Qiyun's love words always leave me defenseless. Sometimes I feel like I haven't been tamed by him, but rather completely bewitched, mind, body, and soul.

You'd find his frigid aura more comforting than oxygen, and feel a tingling spark of warmth in his icy fingertips.

You would find his words like enchanting melodies, and his embrace as safe and gentle as wings.

I almost forgot how this guy tormented me at first.

"Bai Wu Chang said that you're very good at reciting incantations and gestures, aren't you"

Of course, you taught me how to use the Binding Prison for Evil Spirits well. I used it very effectively.

"Hmph... Can't you even use what the books taught you"

"...You taught me well, I remember it."

"Well, let me teach you a few more."

He tapped my left palm, causing a tiny blood blister the size of a rice grain to appear. It was made into a drop of palm sand, allowing me to use incantations to quickly pinpoint the location.

We were crammed on the window seat, my chin resting on his bent knee, my left hand being manipulated into various gestures by him.

He taught freely, and I learned even more erratically.

"...rising clouds." Suddenly, several scenes flashed through her mind, and her cheeks flushed hot.

He looked up at me, his cold eyes with amber irises softening.

Cold fingers brushed my ear, reaching up to cup the back of my head and tilt me upward.

Such an action, it seemed like the last time was a cold warning to me: "Remember your place."

But this time, he chuckled and said—

"Little Qiao, Little Qiao... How foolish of you..." but now I gradually understand why legends exist.Even if it's fabricated, it shows that the fabricator has some basis for imagining so many mysterious and inexplicable things.Look at it from another...