Chen Ruo's technology

control… The one in charge heard that you destroyed the village of corpse cultivators and wants to ask you for a favor… Of course, we'll be reasonable about payment. Even if you can't afford a fortune...After leaving the Yin family's manor, I returned to my small building through a magical portal opened by Mu Wanchen.

My family's shop is still the same as it was—closed for three years, open for three years.

"Would you like to see your family" Mu Wanchen asked.

I shook my head. "My brother's home, I don't have to worry about things at home. Let's go now"

"How do we get there I've never been to that place, so I can't open the way."

“Of course I'm driving.” I walked into the store and went to the counter to get my car keys.

Elder Chen, dozing off behind the counter, heard the wind chime and opened one sleepy eye to look at me: "Oh... Miss has returned..."

"...You sleep on the sofa, our place isn't afraid of being stolen anyway."

Everything displayed in the shop is genuine Xībèi goods. Besides, which thief would even notice such an inconspicuous antique store specializing in Daoist artifacts

Old Mr. Chen was dazed, but upon hearing my words, he suddenly came to his senses. He hurriedly came out from behind the counter and said to me, "Miss, I have something to report!"

"I have to go out right now."

"No... I'm telling you, someone came to see you yesterday about something." Mr. Chen hurriedly said.

"Who is it I'm very busy right now. If it's an emergency, have them find the Shen family. The Shen family has so many disciples, they can handle ordinary matters."

“No, he's a monk.”

Huh A monk asking a Taoist priest to handle something

"Are you dumbfounded I am too!" Old Chen was a little excited: "Originally, I thought that if the matter with the monk couldn't be resolved, I would push it to Master Huicqing. I don't know about other masters, but Master Huicqing is still genuine. But—"

"Why do you insist on using the term 'master'" I couldn't help but smile.

Old Chen coughed and chuckled, "It's not that Master Huicong is too cheeky, calling him Master feels awkward... Ah well, it doesn't matter. What's important is that the monk who came to see you seems to not understand human language!"

"Huh I furrowed my brow, looking at Old Chen. What did that even mean Are you speaking English Or are you some kind of monster"

Old Chen swallowed nervously and whispered, "Our family's name has become quite famous now. It's understandable that some strange people come knocking. I always observe the visitors carefully, but this monk seemed not to understand when I tried to shoo him away. He just nodded slightly and left. I have a feeling he'll come again."

Have you told my brother

"That has to be reported to the young master immediately, the young master said if he comes again, tell him right away, and let him see who it is." Old Chen mumbled, "According to my observation, the visitor is not well-intentioned."

Well, even the venerated deities of the Demon Realm have graced my humble shop. Surely no one could be more "ill-mannered" than this visitor, could there

I gave Old Chen a few words of advice, took the car keys and went down the stairs.

My car is parked on the painted parking lines at the edge of the alley. Since the garage was converted into an old woman's Chinese medicine shop, my car has been exposed to the elements and cultivating immortals with me.

Just as I turned the corner of the alley, I saw Mu Wanchen squatting in the corner, doing something by the flower bed.

"What are you doing" I asked, puzzled.

Mu Wanchen slightly tilted his head and raised a finger to gently twist it.

"...Something has been here." he whispered.

"Huh" I stood at the crossroads, scanning in several directions.

Ordinary streets, ordinary pedestrians, nothing out of the ordinary felt.

"It must have been something small passing by, right" I frowned. "Maybe a stray spirit or ghost"

"This little building is a key area of attention for the Underworld. Even the wandering spirits come by to patrol it several times a day and night… What kind of stray souls or ghosts dare to come here This is the residue of the rituals." Mu Wanchen stood up.

I hurriedly passed him a wet tissue. He wiped his hands while saying in a low voice, "Someone might be trying to pry into your home."

"...Just now, Old Chen said that a monk came to visit."

"Monk"

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With a head full of doubts, I first put the monk's matter aside and drove with Mu Wanchen straight to the Fa Men in the desolate mountain.

Although my driving skills are still not great, they have improved significantly compared to a few years ago. I've managed to get close to mastering it.

The roadside yard was deserted and dilapidated, with no one around. Driving further on, the house of the old man who used to "chop wood" up the mountain was also wide open, completely empty.

Mu Wanchen and I climbed to the mountain pass, looking far at the "broken dragon's toe," a hint of vicissitudes in his eyes.

"...Where is there anything eternal and ancient All worldly affairs are nothing but the constant changes of the sea."

"Don't be too disheartened, the Wuzhishan City can still be rebuilt... As long as we settle down first, we'll have the strength to rebuild." I comforted him.

Mu Wanchen shook his head: "Heaven's will is so, after two thousand years of being born, we still have to enter the world."

I dared not speak. The Wuwang Mountain city was a marvel of ghost-like craftsmanship, majestic and awe-inspiring. Even though the current magic formations were damaged and some areas were crumbling, it still felt like a sacred place.

But to rebuild, how easy is it It seems that fate wants so many talented people scattered throughout the world, gradually integrating... Perhaps in a hundred years, they will become ordinary people.

Mu Wanchen's sigh lasted only a minute or two. He raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and a centipede materialized on his finger.

He had many obedient spirit worms, and this centipede quickly disappeared into the grass after falling from his hand.

Next, it wasn't me who led Mu Wanchen, but Mu Wanchen followed the scent of Gu Ling and quickly brought me to the entrance of the forbidden sect.

The ruined gate was surrounded by a chilling and ominous aura. I had seen all sorts of strange trees in monster lore before, but I'd never heard of trees being used as burial grounds.

"Your Five Ghosts, aren't they from the same lineage as the ones we learned" I whispered.

"Mu Wanchen nodded slightly: "Those were all powerful citizens of Wuwang Mountain City in the past, but now that the cycle of reincarnation in Wuwang Mountain City has been broken, their ghost qi will also weaken and perhaps disappear someday..."

Alas, I don't even dare to talk to Mu Wanchen anymore. It seems like every topic brings up melancholy emotions.

"Shh." Mu Wanchen motioned for me to be quiet.

I instantly became alert, sensing a presence creeping up on me from behind.

Looks like a snake.

I straightened up, not daring to move, and gazed at Mu Wanchen with my eyes.

"Hiss——!!"

A frenzied warning shot out from behind me, and I couldn't help but glance back—

My god, Mu Wanchen's centipede Gu Spirit appeared behind me, its body grew huge, coiling around me, its front limbs raised high.

A thousand legs dance wildly, the great claw spreads open, a fierce and menacing attack!

"Ahhhh!" That big centipede scared me so much that I jumped up—even though it was facing away from me, protecting me. Seeing it suddenly was just too shocking!

"... Come here." Mu Wanchen gestured for me to hide behind him.

I quickly jumped behind him and peeked out. The centipede spirit was lowing its head toward the clump of grass, letting out a vicious "hiss hiss" sound, as if issuing a warning before an attack.

In the grass... is there anything thereghed heartily and sarcastically, “Cut it out! With your old-fashioned investment vision, you always manage to perfectly avoid the red!” hee hee hee!”He slammed his notebook shut, crossed his arms, an...