Reclaiming the Nameplate (2)

angry either. Yan Qin definitely doesn't know about these depths. She's been protected abroad for years, focusing on her studies. How could she possibly know about these family secrets Maybe Lin Yanhu...It is indeed tough, when love reaches its peak, one can't help but want to possess the other completely.

Restraint, restraint again and again, this unbearable feeling like poison that clings to the bones, makes one's five organs and six bowels churn.

Since I summoned the Divine Tiger with an uncontrolled force, the two little ancestors began to slumber. They haven't kicked me for a long time, as if they were accumulating strength in preparation for their final growth.

I vaguely feel that this moment is just around the corner. This sense of telepathy makes me both nervous and a little flustered and anxious.

"Qi Yun, I feel like it's coming soon. My stomach seems much quieter today, they're just flipping over the most... could they be born suddenly" I held his hand, not even in the mood to learn how to chant incantations.

Jiang Qiyun let me hold his finger: "You can't find the exact time on the Book of Life and Death, but a spiritual fetus is connected to your heart. If you feel it's about to be born, it probably is...Don't go out these two days, just stay at home."

"Oh, but I still have to go to the Tongxuan Society tomorrow to visit Madam Ma. Perhaps she knows about Mingzhang and we could get him back." I said seriously.

"... Mu Xiaqiao, how can your little mind be so stubborn Once you've made up your mind, you just won't listen" He pinched my cheek and shook it: "I told you that losing Mingzhang wasn't your fault, why do you keep blaming yourself"

"That's the thing you gave me... I treasure it very much." I looked up at him.

His few strands of stray hair, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, the tip of his nose and the corners of his lips, accompanied me through the four seasons in the quiet night.

I braced myself and leaned in, wanting to touch him.

He immediately reached up and held my nape, pressing me against his chest.

Forceful, yet restrained.

His emotions flowed through his chest, love surging like a mighty wave sweeping over him, yet also like a gentle stream seeping into his very marrow.

"Little Qiao…" he called softly.

"In the city of Miao Wang, I just wanted to say…" His breath was a little unsteady.

What

“When can I be with you without any worries, without having to see your reluctant eyes leave every day Every time I turn around, I feel indebted…” he growled softly in my ear.

"What does it mean to have no worries Aren't we together right now"

He chuckled softly and shook his head. "…Different, if I could be carefree and unbound, I could hold you in my lap at any time, without letting go."

"Geez, aren't you tired of this" I chuckled, pulling my neck back.

"Bored After all these years, I've never gotten bored. It's only been a few days with you, how could I possibly be bored If I were to get bored, it would have to be millennia from now." He chuckled lightly.

"That was bound to happen, what can we do about it"

"...Bored, just change positions."

I couldn't help but bite my lip and smile, his sweet words had me completely defenseless.

》》》

The Tongxuanhui's office in this city is an old mansion, registered as a religious activity venue. There’s a sign for the Tongxuanhui hanging at the entrance, along with several golden nameplates for related units.

This blatant promotion of "feudal superstition" shows that the forces behind the Tong Xuan Hui are definitely powerful.

The three masters in charge—Buddhist, Daoist, and secular—take turns managing for three months each. Currently, it's Old Madam Ma's turn, who is over a hundred years old. She leaves the minor matters to her disciples to handle. She should have quite a few disciples, and the one attending to her closely is Ms. Zhao.

"Just call me Sister Zhao, are you guys here to join...or" Sister Zhao looked to be in her early forties, with a sharp and capable air about her.

We have something to report to Old Madam Ma, and we would like her to return something.

"Returning things" Zhao Jie's expression was a little displeased: "Are you here to beg for things When did my master take your things"

"Big sister, don't be nervous. We're here to see Old Lady Ma," my brother quickly explained.

He was a little afraid of this outspoken middle-aged woman. He always felt that women like her were particularly difficult to deal with because they had thick skin, sharp tongues, and made interactions especially tiring.

Zhao Jie let out a light hum: "Speak clearly, I thought you were here to cause trouble."

"How is that possible Have you ever seen a pregnant woman come to cause trouble! What's wrong with her head Sure enough, people say that beautiful women aren't very smart." My brother said with a flattering smile.

Zhao Jie smirked and said, “You southern men are all sweet talkers. Come on, my master doesn't see people easily, it depends on your fate.”

She led us to the main house in the back garden of the mansion, where Old Mrs. Ma was waiting inside. A young female disciple in her twenties opened the door.

"Sister Zhao spoke first, "Junior Sister Qi, a man and a woman have come to find Master for help. How is Master doing"

That Qi Shimei pouted and said, “The master already knows. He let the two of them go in to talk and kicked me out. Hey, who are you two To be looked upon favorably by the master”

My brother smiled and said, "Your master is much smarter than you. He knows some people shouldn't be offended."

"Humph."

At first glance when I saw Old Mrs. Ma, I thought I was seeing a corpse that had been staged for a funeral.

The old woman was thin and small, with withered limbs. She sat cross-legged on the bed, looking as if she had become one with death.

The wooden peach amulet beads in her hand were very small, yet they wound around both of her slender arms. Judging by the number, she had walked through the underworld nearly a hundred times in her lifetime.

An ordinary person possessed by a ghost once can have aftereffects that last for many years, and some who are haunted may even die.

And her ability to possess someone's body was truly astonishing.

"Grandma Ma, the two younger generations from the Mu family pay their respects to you." My brother sweetly greeted her.

Old Mrs. Ma opened her cloudy eyes and stared at me, "Mingzhang... Mingzhang was taken away by those people, are you going to chase after them"

"How do you know what we want to ask We want to know who the blind fool is who dares to hide the seal of the Underworld God."

"Hmph... An old hag like me is best at guessing blindly," she chuckled wryly. "The thing you're looking for has been hidden within nightmares by a powerful spell, hmmm, I'm afraid even celestial deities wouldn't dare venture in... Take my word for it, just forget about it..."

"You're talking about some mystical stuff. Have you even seen any immortals or gods" My brother chuckled, clearly not taking me seriously.

A witch's words can only be believed a third of the time.

I couldn't help but blurt out, "Please guide us with a clear path. As for whether we choose to take it or not, that is our own decision—"

>t all unspoken words be held within the gentle touch of lips and tongue.Actually, the time and place of our kisses... uh, it's not really something I want to talk about.Though the Underworld gods had...