892 Goals

ow empty-handed, besides Shen Qingrui having a bit of skill in Daoism to recite incantations, everyone else is useless!"Damn it, stop moralizing with me!" My brother roared. "What about the Patriarch...My father saw that I was lowering my head and not speaking, so he shook his head and said, “Well, since Little Luo’er has no objections, I naturally follow my daughter’s wishes... When do you plan to get married”

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly: "If we follow the custom of our women, they would be considered of marriageable age at fifteen. If we follow your customs, would you wait until she is twenty"

My father clapped his hands and said, "That's perfect, a compromise. Eighteen it is."

"Huh Are you trying to rush into an arranged marriage for me Dad, isn't this a bit too eager"

Mu Wanchen pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yes, I'll order preparations."

His gaze fell on me, his voice softening a little, he asked in a low voice, "Yin Luo, what do you think"

"...My father couldn't wait to kick me out. What else could I think about..." I muttered.

Mu Wanchen smiled and didn't pressure me to be more explicit.

My father invited him to have dinner with us, but we still had to go check on the green plant doll, I explained that I had something else to do with Master Yunfan, and my father didn't force me.

Master Yun Fan listened to my story and scoffed, "If Mu Wanchen said there was a problem, it means someone must have infiltrated the surroundings already...They're raising Gu spirits there. Ordinary people wouldn't notice, but those with some abilities definitely would."

"...There are so many people in this apartment complex, with so many residents, how are we going to find them" I asked, frowning.

"Mu Wanchen can find anything, he's capable of anything, hahaha, let's go." Yunfan, my master, picked up his car keys and beckoned us both into the car.

In the car, Shifu Yunfan told us to split into two groups.

"You guys investigate behind the scenes, I'll go to the property management department openly and inquire about this. It would be even better if we could get a list of residents and their contact information from them."

Many people nowadays own several houses, most of which are vacant. If these empty houses have bad feng shui, they are likely to attract all sorts of unpleasant things.

"You two go take a walk around the two buildings where you found this today. Mu Wanchen can sense something abnormal, if you find any suspicious people, subdue them first and then talk about it, don't worry about making a noise, I can handle it."

I whispered, “You two are big shots, can I just wait in the car for you”

"Daydreaming! If it involved ordinary people, you'd have Mu Wanchen come out to communicate And you'd have to sell yourself cute! Your voice is so sweet and bright, easy to charm people." Yun Fan's master smiled.

Oh my god.

I couldn't refuse, after all, Master Yun Fan is a big shot who knows everything in the three realms of black and white yin and yang. When he gives me orders, I can only obey obediently.

Master Yun Fan was quick-witted and a man of action. He quickly took us to the entrance of the apartment complex and drove straight to the property management company.

I and Mu Wanchen swiped our access cards back to the apartment where we raised Gu spirits. As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, we heard a commotion coming from the stairwell.

A middle-aged man was holding a wooden stick and a pot lid, like shields, but he tripped on the stairs and rolled down all the way.

This is the middle-aged man who lives across from us that we saw today, the one who asked us if we had heard any strange noises.

He's acting so strange, what's he up to

"Hey, you... what are you doing" I eyed him warily.

He lay on the ground for a long time without getting up, moaning in pain and muttering, “Damn it... I don't believe I can't catch that person who keeps playing pranks all day!”

"What prank" I asked.

He sat on the ground, his stomach bulging like a life preserver, and said angrily: "Didn't I tell you I always feel someone talking outside my door! It's driving me insane! I heard it again today! I'm going to beat this lunatic to a pulp!"

"What did you just hear" I asked.

“Isn’t that right! Just now I was about to lock the door and go to sleep, but then I heard someone talking outside. Damn it, when I opened the door, I only saw a shadow run past! It must have been someone playing a prank. Today, I'm going to find out who did this!” He winced in pain, but still put on a tough act.

Mu Wanchen followed behind me without a word, just checking the surroundings of the elevator and opening the original house where he raised Guiling.

I quickened my pace to catch up with him, but he stood motionless at the door.

"What's wrong" I tugged on the back of his shirt, peering over his arm.

The room was pitch black, with only the light from outside seeping in. The furniture remained untouched.

"...Something came by." Mu Wanchen said in a low voice.

"How can you tell The house is spotless, the windows and doors are closed tight, there's no sign of anything." I asked, gripping his arm.

"The soul-binding silk left by the Soulbinder had been broken several times... It seemed someone with a natal insect must have come in to check it." Mu Wanchen turned and pushed me out, then closed the door.

"Want to take a look"

"No, there's nothing inside... But that man—" He pointed with his chin at the middle-aged man.

I turned to look, and the portly middle-aged man was walking back to his front door with a dragging gait and holding his waist.

He couldn't see behind him, but I could see a hazy white mist swirling around his back like seaweed.

Just as I was about to speak, Mu Wanchen grabbed my shoulder and whispered, “He can’t see, so it doesn’t matter what he says. Find out what’s going on.”

"Oh…" I hurried over and asked, "Big brother, what you said has scared us a bit. Could you please explain in more detail… If it's too frightening, we'll call the police."

"What's the use of calling the police! No one's even here! And for such a trivial matter, who would care I'd rather just beat myself up, make that prankster think twice about doing it again!" He grumbled, rubbing his aching waist.

These days, every night when it gets dark, I feel like someone is talking at the door. The voice isn't loud or quiet, just enough to pierce through the door panel, but I can't make out what they're saying... When I look outside through the peephole, there's no one there. Just now, I suddenly pulled open the security window and saw a figure darting into the stairwell, so I grabbed my weapon and went after them...

"I didn't catch anything in the end! I even tripped and almost died when I was going downstairs! This is infuriating!"

"Did he run upstairs" I asked.

“Isn’t that right! It must be someone living in this building, damn it…”

My lord, Mu Wanchen winked at me. He turned and walked toward the stairwell, snatching the wooden stick from that elder brother's hand as he went, and followed after him.

The middle-aged man wasn't giving up. He hobbled after them, saying, "You two lovebirds haven't heard anything outside your home all day I guess you just stay inside, making sweet love all the time How come I'm the only one who hears this Does this nuisance even know how to torture a dog"

I glared at him. “How much nonsense are you spouting Go home and stay there, don’t— Ah! Mu Wanchen!”on't look back.""Don't look back" I heard the words as I was about to jump, and it sent a chill down my spine.Meng Shu smiled: “There are thousands of roads in the Netherworld, all soul paths. If you...