769 Mu Xiaoye (The Young Master Mu)

und here see!"You, you, you are—" I turned to ask him.But he vanished.Bai Wuchang, holding several ropes, put an empty chain around the neck of the class ghost's soul and said slowly, "Oh, Lao Ba didn...Actually, this deal is not complicated.

To summarize, the widow's subordinates acted strangely that night after dividing the spoils. They came to the elder sister's place trying to steal another shoe. However, due to the rules of the underworld or perhaps realizing the danger, one chopped off his own hand and fled.

He went to Hong Kong hoping to sell the remaining shoe and get rid of it, but once the sale was made, he met his demise.

The other shoe ended up in the hands of a wealthy businessman. He felt threatened and tried to get in touch with me, wanting me to handle this thing for him.

This kind of thing happening in a roundabout way, like this pair of yin objects being separated, is bound to cause problems.

I wasn't planning on going into that well to retrieve anything. This woman is ruthless. If she found out I saw her secrets, she might hold a grudge and find ways to kill me.

"When does this thing get the most out of control" I asked her, turning my head.

"Midnight, the hour of the 子."

Alright, then let's just wait for that time period.

We sat in the car waiting for our time, and we also had a quick meal of instant hot pot.

"Now it's really convenient, hot pot can be self-heated too. I don't have to gnaw on crackers when I go out, how happy." Old Dad said with a chuckle as he scooped up the vermicelli noodles in his bowl.

"Happiness Then after you go out to work, I'll stay home and take care of things, hmm" I smiled and said to the old man.

The old man glared at me: “How many opportunities do you have left to go out and work Once your identity is clean, you'll leave these things to your subordinates. You'll be responsible for the public-facing stuff.”

Easy to say, but I don't have any followers.

What about Old Man Chen and Da Bao

Although these two are quite clever, if I let them handle these sinister things, they'd probably just bring them back home to me, leaving me to deal with the mess in the end.

"There has to be a way, can't do everything myself... Your main job now is to track down the thief in secret, understand This woman is reckless and will probably flee. Keep an eye on her later and cut off this lead." Old man said lightly.

I was taken aback. This old geezer's disguise as a young scholar was no longer convincing.

Qian's father was a politician. Everyone says that politicians are the most cunning people, those who stand at the top among millions. What could be so simple and kind

But the old man, strangely enough, had a deeply honest heart, and he loved the national treasures dearly. Even in his busy schedule, he still remembered to call me to give a speech in the capital.

Everyone says my son-in-law is like a stepson, but I think he comes to see me more often than his own son, Lin Yanhuan.

I also feel embarrassed to disappoint his expectations. Perhaps he thinks I'm a maverick and some things work better behind the scenes.

Zǐshí, also known as midnight.

This is the moment when it is farthest from the sun in a day.

Night is also the best time for mice to be active.

This courtyard, front and back, not to mention mice, you can't even see ants.

Nocturnal animals are more sensitive to the gloom and none of them want to get close to this house.

The trunk had been silent for a long time, but the screech of an owl seemed to wake something inside. The suitcase began to vibrate with a soft "click-clack" sound.

The old man stubbed out his cigarette, and I grabbed my backpack, ready to get to work.

Now walking into the courtyard, the Yin Qi emanating from the ground is heavy. Even the main hall with its tightly shut doors gives off a strange and unsettling feeling.

It seems to want to break out.

The widow left me the key, and I was about to go open the front door when my father grabbed my arm and mouthed, “Amulets!”

Oh, I've been a bit bold lately and forgot to keep my amulet.

Actually, I've always been wondering, this amulet seems really powerful. How did my grandfather get such an amazing thing

A large padlock hung on the door. I reached out and touched it, feeling a bone-chilling cold even through my gloves.

When I unlocked the door, there seemed to be a noise inside.

Click, click, click...

Gentle yet eerie.

Click.

I turned the lock, clutching the binding spell in my hand. If anything came charging at me, I'd slap a face mask on it.

The door creaked open, a soft, grating sound. The moment I pushed it open, nothing fierce or menacing leaped out as I'd imagined.

A gust of wind, "gently" blowing towards them, arrived without the expected ferocious ghost.

I saw a muddy shoe with a strange smell lying behind the door.

It seemed like a one-legged person was standing by the door, waiting for me to let "her" out.

A wisp of dark energy drifted by, and I dodged it.

The shoe stood motionless behind the door, but outside, on the floor dusted with a fine layer of gray, a tiny footprint had appeared.

I swallowed hard. This footprint belonged to only one…Could Mo Fang's shoe owner really be a cripple

The footprints were very shallow, and if you didn't look closely, you might think they were just a little bit of dust kicked up by the night wind.

My old man was waiting for me at the front door. As soon as I opened it, he shoved the trunk bound with copper wire into the yard.

The silent roller pushed the suitcase silently into the yard, bumping against the well opening and making a slight noise.

At that moment, it seemed as if all sound had ceased.

The copper wire on the suitcase had been loosened by Dad, deliberately wanting to reunite "a pair" of shoes. I looked for a long time but got no response, just as I was about to go up and open the box.

The moment I took a step, goosebumps erupted on the back of my neck.

A swollen and pale face floated in the air, in the hazy moonlight like a thin fog struggling to gather together.

The face pulled a strained “smile” at me.

I still vaguely heard a voice saying: Thank you...

Damn, no matter how many times I see it, I still get scared every time.

My old man hissed, "Come here quick, this thing wants to climb on your back!"

Nonsense, I'm not naive.

If you really want to thank me, why don't you show up in front of me

Some cunning ghosts won't immediately appear with a menacing aura as if they're about to kill you.

They know how to deceive people and find opportunities.

The human shoulder has a fire of life, and when turning their head, breathing will disrupt the fire of life, just like holding a candle on their shoulder. When they turn their head or speak, the breath will make the candle flicker.

If someone has an Yin-dominant eight characters, or a weak physique and fragile psyche, their life force can easily be possessed or drained if it flickers.

Unfortunately, everyone in the Yin Yang Circle understands this truth, but they can't control their instinctive reactions.

This is where having a partner comes in handy—they can remind you.

I heard my father's low growl and immediately took a step forward, turning with the Universe-Conquering Sword given to me by my grandfather in hand.

The blade pressed close, and the swollen face, though trying to gather itself together, could not resist trembling. "Master... Master, please spare me... I had no intention of harming anyone..."

"Damn it, you look terrifying! You didn't mean to scare people"

My old man took the opportunity to completely open the suitcase. Inside, there were also shoes that had been constantly carrying a stench of decay. This shoe thudded to the ground and went still.

Soon, I saw another "footprint" appear on the dusty ground...d eyes.Before, it should have been like this When that shamaness, Xi Xian, was still the Shaman King, she probably felt that among all people in the world, mortals were like grains of sand. Even if s...