888 Surrounded by

t see you!"These little rascals, each one a sly fox!" I said to Jiang Qiyun angrily. "Look at their playful and knowing eyes, it's really infuriating!"Jiang Qiyun chuckled lightly, sat on the railing,...I don't quite understand Yun Fan Shifu's status within the circle.

Logically speaking, he was young, and even though he was the head of the Mu family, in terms of seniority, he was definitely a junior.

But he was treated like a guest of honor in my home, my father was very courteous to this young man.

It is said that Master Yun Fan is now able to navigate both the light and dark sides. He has laundered the Yin Merchant Clan into a very successful auction house, and he has a wide network of connections in both the government and the business world.

Within the circle, he was highly respected due to his sister Mu Xia Qiao's status. Mu Xia Qiao followed her master to Nanshan Mountain, her whereabouts becoming a mystery. Therefore, if any big families within the circle, like the Shen family, had matters needing to be addressed by their acting head Mu Xia Qiao, they would have to go through Yun Fan, her uncle-master.

This way of thinking, Yunfan Master's resources are quite terrifying, and he also has a wife who comes from a prominent family.

Perhaps a marriage needs shared goals to stay intimate and close for many years.

But I think Master Yunfan's greatest strength is that he treats everyone, whether they are humans, ghosts, gods, or demons, with equal nonchalance. He seems to have a natural talent for easily and effortlessly becoming acquainted with strangers in just a few words.

And he was always trustworthy. Although he was incredibly intelligent, he never gave the impression of being malicious.

Perhaps those who see through things are all so wise. Though they roll in the dust, they remain unstained and serene.

My father rose and said to Master Yun Fan, "Master Mu, please sit down, please sit down... These days I haven't been home, so I don't know if my disciples have neglected our honored guest."

"Uncle, you're too polite~~ You and I are the same age. We get along really well. Besides, we both experienced the feeling of marrying a woman. We only need to drink together, cry on each other's shoulders, and lament our shared fate!" Master Yunfan laughed.

Jun Shidi laughed and said, “Master hasn’t returned, so I dare not drink. Mu Dajia, if you have the pleasure, perhaps you could keep me company for a drink tonight.”

My mouth formed an 'O' shape. Senior Brother Jun, who usually doesn't touch alcohol, is surprisingly willing to raise a glass today.

Yún Fán, my master uncle, said to my father, "Uncle, come join us! It's always better for men to drink and talk. I'll also invite Xiao Yín Luò's future husband. Let's all chat together tonight."

This... is someone here to help me out I gratefully glanced at Master Yun Fan, he winked at me.

My father coming back is a good thing, I haven't seen him in ages. Although he scolded me for a while, I still clung to him and rubbed against him. Fathers are always kind to their daughters, and he was soon soothed by me.

Because I was in a good mood, I went to the supermarket and bought a bunch of fruit, then ran to Mu Wanchen's house used for raising gu spirits.

If the neighbors up and down knew that there were a bunch of these adorable yet terrifying little ancestors in the next house, I wonder what they would think.

This was my first time seeing things floating out of an empty house. I used to only know that abandoned houses would become gloomy and lifeless over time, but I didn't expect them to be used by people to raise ghosts...

They seem to dislike using the word "ghost," generally preferring "spirit" instead.

Among the shamanic tribe, spirit channeling is a fundamental skill. The difference lies in the strength of the skill; the deeper one's cultivation, the more powerful spirits they can commune with.

When I open the door, I always get a chill down my spine. I'm always afraid something might suddenly jump out and attack me.

As soon as I entered, I quickly closed the door. Looking at the spotless environment inside the house, I knew the Gu spirits were still obediently staying here.

"... Xuan Yue, Bai Ni, Ling Zhen, Feng Hun Where are you" I called out softly.

Nobody messes with me.

“I brought food.” I held up the shopping bag.

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The door to the small room suddenly flew open, startling me.

Bai Ni manifested a hazy figure, and with a jump, a snake as thick as her thigh writhed out.

Xuan Yue had already jumped onto my shopping bag, her head going into it.

Ling Zhen slid down from the fridge and came running towards me with his big tongs, Feng Hun was that spider who tore my clothes, it hung leisurely on the door frame of the balcony.

There should be three more guiling, but I haven't seen them yet and don't know their names.

Those Gu spirits that have been recognized by the people will become more gentle and approachable. This little weasel, Xuan Yue, is the most familiar to me. Bai Ni's Daoist practice is profound, and she has protected me several times. She is also closer to me. Her big head hangs down, waiting for me to pet her.

Handle a snake.

I never dared to imagine it before, but now I'm as natural as petting a kitten.

The white scales on the top of Bai Ni's head that had been knocked off were starting to grow back with new flesh. Mu Wanchen said that perhaps in a few decades, it could grow a new scale.

Cultivation is difficult, but destroying one's path is very easy.

"If Mu Wanchen moved in with me, you guys could come too. I'd just have to clear out a spare room for you all, but you can't run around randomly, okay" I said as I sliced fruit.

These gu spirits can only communicate with me through their eyes. I don't have Mu Wanchen's ability to listen to everything, but seeing them willing to manifest their physical forms in front of me, they should be able to understand what I say.

After I finished distributing the food and was in the process of absorbing it, a sudden scream came from downstairs.

It was a short, sharp scream followed by a dull thud — couldn't someone have fallen

I hurried to the balcony and looked down. This apartment building wasn't very tall, so I could see very clearly.

A middle-aged woman fainted beside the green belt below, pushing a small cart and wearing cleaning worker clothes. It is unknown whether she fell due to a sudden illness, but her head hit the steps.

I quickly wiped the water off my hands, grabbed my phone and keys, and ran downstairs.

When I left, Xuan Yue jumped onto my shoulder. I ran downstairs to take a look around. It was still during work hours, and most of the residents were out.

I dialed emergency services, reported my location, and then walked forward to check on the situation.

Huan Yue suddenly exploded, her little paws scratching my hair into a mess.

"What are you doing, what are you doing...how come you all like to mess up my hair so much..." I asked, covering my head.

It stood on alert, perched on my shoulder, its beady black eyes scanning left and right before finally settling on the public trash can.

That was the trash can that a middle-aged woman had just tidied up before she fainted.

"What's wrong Is there something in the trash can" I looked at Xuan Yue.

Huan Yue's expression was a little tense, scaring me so much that I didn't dare to go any further. It felt like a monster might suddenly jump out of the trash can.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement over there.

I gathered my courage and picked up the cleaner's gloves and tongs from the ground. Carefully, I moved aside the scraps of paper on top of the trash can.

Underneath several layers of newspapers, I saw a tiny hand.

I was stunned speechless — a child!

But if you look closer, you'll see that this isn't a normal human hand at all. It's covered in dark green blemishes and oozing sores.

Fake, a fake person

>t's thanks to Madam Lin's broad mind and for not punishing us, young couple. Otherwise, how could I listen to you like this My husband only deserves half the credit, and in the future, I will still be...