457 Return of the Soul (2)

Qiyun and called Lin Yanhuan to explain the situation. I also asked him to lend us a helicopter and bodyguards to escort this woman to the territory of the Great Shaman King.Lin Yanhuan simply asked a..."What's the point of having you around if you just indulge him I'm so irritated, it feels like ants crawling on a hot pot. And you're just so calm about it, it's infuriating!"

I have no place for this restless and apprehensive feeling, so I might as well pour out my discontent to him.

He chuckled softly, pushing me down onto the pillow and whispering, “I've seen the ups and downs of life, the good and evil, the love and hate, all of it. I'm numb to it all. What's there to be upset about”

"Humph, I'm not as accomplished as you, my heart isn't always so calm!"

"...it's not that there are no waves at all, sometimes I get flustered too." He shook his head.

His eyes were clear, and I couldn't help but ask, "When When you're angry"

He pinched my waist and smiled without saying a word.

This guy!

Perhaps to the Heavenly Emperor, matters of great importance are nothing compared to hmm-hmm and yes-yes, or rather, lovey-dovey stuff.

He remained aloof and indifferent to major events, observing them with cold detachment. As long as he was within the cycle of life and death, he would adopt a passive stance, watching from the sidelines.

He was accustomed to watching mortals, ants scurrying about, foolishly struggling, only to ultimately return to the unchanging law of all things—birth and death.

Perhaps I should learn to be as calm and collected as him

By the time my thoughts returned to the present, I found myself unconsciously clutching him.

I bit my lip and smiled faintly.

Perhaps skincare, food, or even wealth and vanity... are all women's favorites.

But the best way to nurture a woman should be love.

Tender and passionate entanglement... blending from limbs to bones, from the three souls and seven spirits, unwilling to separate.

After some thought, I felt that I shouldn't underestimate this ghost princess, Zhu Weiti.

She was someone who fought tooth and nail with her loyal followers amidst a sea of corpses, facing off against alien races. Her vision and cunning were undoubtedly far beyond the average person's.

Jiang Qiyun might not take her seriously, but I can't underestimate her.

Since she dared to take such a gamble, she must have felt a glimmer of hope that it would deter the underworld from ever touching her.

Even celestial beings and deities avoid being tainted by karmic hindrances, let alone her whose merits and demerits are all intertwined, making her a controversial figure from the start.

Psychic powers cannot overcome karmic force.

This is a saying that every cultivator remembers firmly, and even most ordinary people understand this truth.

"Making a living" is actually what people usually call "killing yourself."

Without fear or restraint, they always push their luck and risk their lives.

Zhu Weiti now goes by the name Qi Kexin, and Qi Kexin has a special background. She is currently clinging to Lin Yanhuan, probably wanting to use the Lin family's wealth and influence.

However, Lin Yanhuan didn't take much interest in her. She also needed money, a lot of money.

This might sound cliché, but she understands the importance of money. As a descendant of the imperial family who rose up to rebel, she knows the influence of wealth and power.

Mr. Zhong's feng shui arrangement was targeted by a ghost old man who wanted to take advantage of the situation and extort money from both sides. However, Mr. Zhong, being shrewd and cunning, refused to be blackmailed and came to us for help in resolving the "tiger's mouth" hazard.

Although we didn't personally show up, we snatched Zhong Boss's three million yuan. This is enough to make the ghost princess, who desperately needs money, feel relieved.

Now someone suddenly came to expose our family, causing us to be unable to stand. Does she want to drive us out of this city

After sunrise, a crowd of people indeed came, almost treating my little house as a new tourist attraction.

The police also came to the door and searched the house, but they didn't find anyone suspicious.

I secretly felt fortunate that Mu Wanchen was nowhere to be found. Otherwise, how would this black household explain himself He wouldn't even let others see his face, looking like a complete thug.

Our house is closed, Old Man Chen buying groceries back was like crossing a fireline, his clothes were torn.

Da Bao hurried over, and it took all his strength with the help of a police officer to squeeze in.

My brother was chatting with the police officer who had come to the door in the yard. He put on an indignant expression: "Brother, look, our family has the elderly, young children, four generations living together harmoniously, we are honest and law-abiding people doing some small business... Mu Chengsu is my uncle, could we possibly be some kind of illegal gathering spot!"

The officer also found the news a bit strange, but it suddenly broke out like a virus. They asked, "Was someone playing a prank on you Has your family offended anyone"

“Our family runs a small business, we wouldn't casually offend anyone. It's probably some envious competitors who see our house sitting on the prime location of this antique street, feeling unbalanced in their hearts, wanting to depress the value of our property so they can buy it later.” My brother analyzed seriously.

This statement is easy for the police to understand. With housing prices skyrocketing, my small building has the best feng shui on the entire street. It's understandable that someone would be envious.

He sighed and said, "It's true that money can make ghosts grind their mills. It seems this is the only way. Once the announcement clears our name, we should be able to temporarily stop—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a message came to his phone.

"Huh Archie What is this coward up to again" My brother impatiently clicked on WeChat. There was a voice message from Archie inside.

He temporarily closed his company, staying at home to ride out the storm. How come he suddenly contacted us again

My brother clicked play, and in the voice message, we heard Archie's terrified voice —

"When, when the master...save, save me...help! She, she, she really...came—"only had a few pink papers before. I didn't expect there to be so many... You can use this for years, what are you preparing so much for Aren't you afraid the paper will get damaged..." I asked tentat...