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Qi Xiaomian strolled back to the Small Tavern, feeling as if he had returned home, a relaxed smile unconsciously spreading across his face. Ji Xiao was joking around, Misha was reciting scriptures, Old Vine and Li Cu were dozing off, while Sang Qingxiao and Huo Qi whispered in a corner.
What about Yin Can and Silly Beast? Huo Qi casually remarked, "Brother! No need for such formality." Acan had received a drawing from Xiaoxiao, treating it like a treasure and not allowing anyone to see it. For days now, he had been tinkering away in the Ton Room beneath their courtyard.
Your brother has such stubbornness; I let him help out, and that silly boy actually grew fond of it. Acan was happy playing the little Master, and the two of them hit it off so well that they couldn't be separated. However, the commotion underground was quite loud, with explosions happening seven times a day. If I hadn't foreseen this and sealed off the underground Ton Room, the entire Jingjing City would have thought it was experiencing a Tremor.
Sighing, he thought to himself that having an elder at home is like having a treasure. You are busy outside every day; what can I expect from you? At home, I still have to rely on myself.
Qi Xiaomian had grown accustomed to Huo Qi's daily self-praise. He walked over and sat down with the two of them. What were they discussing?
"Mirror Demon!" Huo Qi exclaimed excitedly. "I came up with a Method; it's actually quite simple. I just always heard how powerful he is, which made me overthink the Method. Are you free tonight? Let’s go catch some demons."
"Are we catching them tonight?"
Huo Qi raised a hand and calculated with his fingers, looking quite confident. "Tonight is suitable for demon hunting."
Misha shot him a glance.
Huo Qi quickly corrected himself, "I misspoke; I meant catching demons."
Qi Xiaomian nodded. "Yes, we can put Zheng Moru's matter on hold for now since we have some free time."
Sang Qingxiao asked, "Why would we postpone it?"
Qi Xiaomian explained the Emperor's plans; he wanted to squeeze out some last bits of value regarding border stability. Let him be.
As night fell, Sang Qingxiao summoned a large group of ghosts. This batch wore heavy military uniforms but were all missing arms or legs and had various disabilities.
Seeing them made Qi Xiaomian realize they were from the Northern Army—those poisoned by the Cotton Clothing Incident. Since the Emperor knew that the loss of supplies from the Northern Army was caused by Zheng Moru, this appearance of heroic spirits provided him with a reason to investigate.
At the same time, we would have our own actions later; movements from the Zheng Family would last all night, drawing all eyes within the city towards them, making it easier for us to act in secret.
Sang Qingxiao informed the ghosts of Zheng Moru's residence. The moment the ghosts appeared, citizens began to follow behind them. Recognizing the military uniforms, they showed no fear; some even stepped forward to ask questions.
"Do you know my dog Wang? You're dressed so warmly; you must be from the Northern Army too? My dog Wang was also in the Northern Army; he sacrificed himself recently. Do you know how he's doing in the Underworld?"
This question sparked a commotion among the citizens as they rushed forward to inquire or express concern.
My A-Bing has also sacrificed. Do you know him?
Seeing you all dressed so raggedly, life underground must be tough, right? Leave a name, and we'll offer it up for you. If you need a dream sent over, we can burn it for you.
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