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“Jiang Ling, stop bragging in front of me. A used item from the Flash Dance Network is selling for such a high price; are you sure anyone would buy it?” He Ying shot me a glance, clearly not believing my words.
“Well, if you don’t believe me, that’s fine.” I forced a smile and glanced at the talismans on me; there were still thirty-five left unsold.
At that moment, the director approached with a few staff members. He smiled at us and asked, “Hey friends, do you still have any talismans? We were busy tidying up earlier and didn’t have time to come buy. If you don’t have any left, we can come back tomorrow.”
I looked at the types of talismans in my hand and replied, “I still have thirty-five talismans left. Among them, twenty are Exorcism Talismans, and there are five each of Calming Talismans and Calming Talisman spells. How much do you want to buy?”
“Brother, I’ll take all those talismans. Here’s three thousand five; count it.” The director pulled out a stack of red bills. He Ying didn’t even check; she just took the money. I handed over all the remaining talismans to the director.
The moment my hand touched him, I felt an unusual chill emanating from his body that sent shivers down my arm. Frowning, I looked into the director's eyes and said solemnly, “Director, my name is Jiang Ling; I’m a Taoist Master. May I know your name?”
“Brother Jiang Ling, I’m Zhao Sanbao; my friends call me Director Zhao. Here’s my business card.” Zhao Sanbao handed me a card with his name on it. I took it, glanced at it briefly, and then tucked it into my pocket.
I scrutinized Zhao Sanbao but found nothing particularly special about him. I touched my ear thoughtfully and said seriously, “Director Zhao, have you seen a dead person recently? And did you offend that person’s soul? If you believe me, stick all those talismans on yourself because that soul will definitely come looking for revenge tonight. I hope you can survive.”
I was so certain because of the icy chill from Zhao Sanbao’s body; it indicated he had definitely been entangled with a soul. However, I didn’t sense any lingering Eerie Aura from him, which meant that soul had only recently died. Tonight the Ghost Gate would close, and those souls unwilling to return to the Underworld would surely cause trouble everywhere; that would be the perfect opportunity for that soul to strike.
Upon hearing my words, Zhao Sanbao trembled slightly, an unusual light flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it with a smile. “Brother Jiang Ling, you’re joking! I’ve been busy preparing for this event; when would I have time to see dead people?”
“Even better if not; maybe I misread things.” I nodded and turned to walk back toward the shop with He Ying. It was getting darker, and since I had just arrived here, I hadn’t found a place to stay yet. The most pressing issue now was to resolve my accommodation.
As we walked, He Ying counted out a stack of red bills from her wallet and handed them to me. “Jiang Ling, this is the six thousand you gave me today; keep it safe.”
I took the money from He Ying's hands and placed it in the backpack behind me. After a moment of thought, I said, "He Ying, do you have any empty rooms where you live? I have nowhere to stay, so I could crash at your place for a bit. I can sleep in the living room too. Don't worry, I'm definitely a good person."
With that, I patted my chest firmly and put on an innocent expression. In truth, I had originally planned to find a hotel, but Liu Zhenxian in the Soul Nourishing Stone wanted to be close to He Ying, which is why I asked her this.
He Ying looked at me and let out a few cold laughs. She moved her hands slightly and said nonchalantly, "Jiang Ling, since you helped me out a lot today, I'll allow you to stay at my place. However, let me tell you in advance that I've been practicing Daoist Sect martial arts with my mom since I was young, and I've also learned some karate and taekwondo. If you dare to have any funny ideas about me, be prepared to get beaten into an idiot."
Seeing He Ying's expression made me feel uneasy, and I regretted what I had just said.
He Ying and I hailed a taxi by the roadside, and after about ten minutes, we arrived at her place. It was a two-bedroom apartment—not very large, but it had all the necessary furniture and looked quite cozy.
He Ying blushed as she tidied up some pink underwear scattered around the room. Then she pointed to the room on the left and said, "Jiang Ling, you can stay in that room. It has everything you need inside; you can take a shower and go to sleep afterward."
I nodded and walked into the bedroom with my backpack. I closed the door behind me and took out the Soul Nourishing Stone. Summoning a wisp of Liu Zhenxian's soul from within, I asked him softly, "Liu Zhenxian, this He Ying should be your daughter, right? When are you planning to reveal yourself to her?"
Liu Zhenxian's eyes were filled with complex emotions as he shook his head and sighed. With regret in his voice, he said, "I’m sorry for what happened to Xia; I'm sorry for He Ying. I don't have the face to meet her. If I hadn't gone to the Ghost Realm back then or practiced that dark magic, I wouldn't have ended up like this. I don’t know what to do now, Jiang Ling. Once I've figured things out, I'll talk to you again."
With that, Liu Zhenxian's soul flickered and vanished back into the Soul Nourishing Stone. I shook my head in frustration and put the stone away.
After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, I chatted with He Ying for a bit before returning to the bedroom and falling asleep on the bed.
Meanwhile, Zhao Sanbao directed his staff to tidy up their tools before heading home at eight o'clock that evening.
Zhao Sanbao's wife and children were back in their hometown while he rented a single apartment by himself. The place was well-furnished but showed little sign of life; it felt rather desolate.
Zhao Sanbao turned on the light in the room and took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator. He sat down in the living room chair, muttering to himself, "What does that mage named Jiang Ling really know? Could it be that woman has turned into a ghost and is coming back to kill me?"
A sense of fear crept into Zhao Sanbao's heart. The night before, he had encountered a woman being robbed. By the time he rushed over, the robber had already fled, leaving the woman with a stab wound in her abdomen, blood pooling around her.
Zhao Sanbao had never seen a dead person before; he was so frightened that he turned and ran without even calling an ambulance for her. It wasn't until the next morning that he learned the woman had died from excessive blood loss, and the robber had still not been caught.
(End of Chapter)
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