Undercurrents are surging

rding to Feng Shui, dripping water is considered bad luck. Then what about a single tearCan tears become a curseThe moon cave bed is exquisitely carved with dragons and phoenixes, even the headboard i...My scalp is tingling, I've never been this scared, not even when I thought I saw a ghost.

Jiang Qiyun narrowed his eyes, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips, which frightened me into quickly rushing over to cover Song Wei's mouth.

"Little stinker, please. This is the street, have some decency!" I pinched Song Wei's cheek hard.

Song Wei curled her lips: "Hmph, I'll find a handsome boyfriend too."

"Alright, alright! You go! Go!" I was terrified of her getting any closer, so I quickly ran to the bus stop and pretended to wait for a bus.

A car came from the direction of my house, and I turned to look back, but Jiang Qiyun had already disappeared.

"Get on the bus already!" the driver yelled impatiently at me.

I gritted my teeth and punched in, quietly squeezing to the back door.

I originally planned to pretend to be waiting for a bus, wait until Song Wei left, and then slowly walk back with Jiang Qiyun.

But... he left.

It's true, he wouldn't take the bus with me.

I clutched the pillar near the back car door, leaning against it absentmindedly.

Suddenly, a tall figure darted in from outside the car door, making me nearly scream.

Jiang Qiyun frowned and stood beside me, saying unhappily, "It's smoky and hazy."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it. I don't drive..." I said quietly.

The car started, and I lightly swayed. He pointed to an empty seat: "Don't you sit"

I shook my head and said, "That's a seat reserved for the elderly, weak, sick, disabled, and pregnant. What would I be sitting there for"

He raised an eyebrow coldly: “Aren't you old, weak, sick and disabled ‘pregnant’”

"Oh, uh... I awkwardly declined: 'It's okay, I'm fine. Maybe someone who needs it more can have it. Besides, what if an elderly person comes up I'll give my seat to them.'"

A middle-aged woman next to me looked at me talking to myself, rolled her eyes at me, and tightened her handbag, trying to get as far away from me as possible.

Such a gaze, I'm almost used to it. In the eyes of the world, I'm probably like someone on drugs or mentally ill.

Talk to thin air, nod to thin air.

And

would laugh foolishly into thin air.

》》》

When I got home, my brother was listening to the phone with a frown.

I looked at Jiang Qiyun and asked, "Would you like to have dinner together"

He grunted, sat on the sofa like a big shot. He materialized in front of us. My brother saw him suddenly appear on the sofa and dropped his phone in fright.

"Ah... you, when did you come in" My brother asked nervously.

"He came in with me, what's wrong" I whispered.

"Something's up... it has to do with him! I'm afraid he'll hear!" My brother quickly said, clutching my shoulder: "About Huang Dao Village—you go make dinner first. I'll chat with him for a bit."

Huangdao Village is the place my dad took my older brother to before. A month ago, he said there was something difficult he needed to handle, so he took my brother out. Later, Jiang Qiyun appeared, and my dad came back injured.

What happened there, is it related to that bloody ghost face

Since two years ago, cooking at home has been my responsibility. My mom passed away early, and my dad and brother have never been disciplined by women. They live very casually, and when it comes to eating, they just fill their stomachs.

After I arrived, I started making some small soups and side dishes. They were delighted to end their daily life of instant noodles and takeout.

By the time I brought out the dishes, my brother and Jiang Qiyun were already sitting at the dinner table waiting patiently.

Jiang Qiyun didn't move his chopsticks, only slowly sipping a cup of clear tea.

"That formation at Huang Dao Village can't hold any longer." My brother said while eating, "I only just realized now that the person behind the scenes who ordered the Shen family to take charge of this was you."

From their conversation, I heard some important things.

More than twenty years ago, when the Underworld Emperor finished his routine retreat, he discarded some greed, hatred, delusion, and desire in the depths of Yin Mountain. As a result, they were merged with the Ghost King who had escaped the laws of the underworld and was wandering everywhere. Therefore, his face was like Jiang Qiyun's black mask, except it was a blood-red demon face.

"That's why he's so difficult to get rid of," my brother said with a sneer. "If you ask me, it's your management's fault. There's too much corruption in your organization."

"Bro, don't change the subject. What happened later Why did my dad get possessed" I looked at Jiang Qiyun.

He frowned slightly, saying that he had sent his attendants to hunt the Ghost King over twenty years ago. To make things easier in the human world, he even had them reincarnate and search for humans being manipulated by the Ghost King.

My father once touched a weapon from the Ghost King's Tomb, thus becoming tainted by its aura. When he participated in maintaining the formation in Huangdao Village, he was injured by an evil spirit leaking from the formation. The Ghost King seized this opportunity to possess him and get closer to me.

"What's wrong with Huang Dao Village" I whispered.

My brother endured for a while before squeezing out a sentence: "You'll know later... It's that many influential families within the circle need to contribute their efforts to maintain an array that seals evil, and now it's almost unsustainable."

I looked at Jiang Qiyun, who was silent as ever. Sealing an evil formation With his immense power, wouldn't it be a simple matter for him to do so with a flick of his wrist

Jiang Qiyun seemed to know what I was thinking and said faintly, "I have too much yin energy on me. That formation must be maintained by someone from the yang realm, especially someone with strong spiritual power."

I nodded vaguely, anyway these things aren't my concern.

I'm feeling extremely sleepy now. I can barely keep my eyes open just after a meal. My brother saw me rubbing my eyes constantly and said in a slightly irritated tone, "If you're sleepy, just go to sleep. Look at you, you haven't gained any weight but have lost some instead!"

Yeah, I haven't slept well for almost a month. No wonder I've lost weight... I honestly went upstairs to bed, and when I got to the second floor, I heard my brother coldly say—

Jiang Qiyun, I vaguely guessed... what happened. I don't have much to say, just one thing: treat my sister well, she shouldn't have to bear so much!

I was stunned. What was my brother talking about Was he reprimanding Jiang Qiyun

The drowsiness was overwhelming, I couldn't even keep my eyelids open, and soon I fell into a dream... But the dream wasn't peaceful either. One moment I dreamt of my dad, the next my brother, and then Jiang Qiyun.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, Jiang Qiyun was sleeping behind me, still in that same position—pressing down on the covers, hugging me.

Such a posture made me feel as if he was presenting a "protective" stance.

I didn't believe in Stockholm Syndrome before, it seemed strange that people would become attached to their abusers.

Only after personally experiencing this feeling do I sigh: Humans, can truly be tamed.

Now, it would ignite clusters of sparks that burn through my reason, leaving me craving for more, consumed by an insatiable fire.

"Jiang...rise clouds..." I whispered softly.

He almost immediately opened his eyes and replied coldly, “Hmm.”

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