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Chapter 15 First Encounter with My Destined Wife?!
After she finished speaking, Baili Lin and her lackeys burst into laughter.

Sikong Yan was so angry that his face turned red. These people could laugh at him however they wanted before, after all, he was indeed relatively poor in metaphysics, and even in terms of family, he was not as good as the three major metaphysical families like the Baili family.

Sikong Yan could accept their mockery of him, but he could not accept them mocking the female ghost as well.

Although today was his first day meeting the female ghost, she was really kind. She not only told him about the news of the Fengdu Leave Office, but also lent him money to buy ginseng.

Just as Sikong Yan was about to step forward and retort, a male voice suddenly rang out.

"It's noisy."

The male voice was deep and resonant, with a hint of irritation, like someone who had just fallen asleep and was woken up.

Xu Qingling looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the person who made the sound was none other than the stall owner.

Dressed in a black outfit, he lay on a recliner behind the stall, his face covered by a leaf.

The moment he opened his mouth, the leaves on his face suddenly turned into a dark green mask, half-covering his face and only revealing his chin, mouth, and the beautiful eyebrows and eyes on his high nose.

At that moment, his eyes opened.

Those were beautiful phoenix eyes, dark black, like a deep abyss, where you could be sucked in if you weren't careful.

The moment he opened his eyes, a sharp and murderous glint flashed across them.

The lips beneath the mask were neither too thick nor too thin, with a superior shape and a deep red color.

Xu Qingling looked into those eyes and for some reason, she had a feeling of familiarity, but the feeling of familiarity was only for a moment, as if it were her illusion.

Seemingly noticing Xu Qingling's gaze, Fan Wujiu opened his eyes and his gaze immediately fell on Xu Qingling.

When Fan Wujiu saw her cool and aloof features, a hint of doubt flickered in his eyes. He felt as if he had seen those features somewhere before.

Is it in the underworld, or in the human world?

Fan Wujiu possessed a photographic memory, but after trying to recall, he discovered that this woman was not in his memory at all.

In other words, he had never met this person before.

But why does it feel so familiar?
This feeling was a mixture of familiarity and intimacy, joy, and a touch of sadness.

Strange, really strange.

This was the first time someone had given him this feeling.

Yes, it's people.

Fan Wujiu could tell at a glance that Xu Qingling in front of him was human, or rather, not entirely human, as she also carried the aura of the underworld.

"Excuse me, sir, how much is this dress?" Baili Lin's voice interrupted Fan Wujiu's thoughts.

Even Baili Lin restrained herself slightly in front of the stall owners at the ghost market, but her eyes still showed a determination to get that dress.

"Bai Lilin, what do you mean? This dress was clearly first spotted by my older sister, and she was here first too. Sir, I..."

"What do you mean by 'first come, first served'? I haven't bought it yet, and I haven't paid for it. Brother stall owner, I want this dress, just name your price." Before Sikong Yan could finish speaking, Baili Lin interrupted him, her words full of arrogance.

Just as Baili Lin was filled with anticipation that she would be able to buy the dress, Fan Wujiu said indifferently, "I won't sell it to you."

"What did you say?!" Baili Lin was incredulous, even wondering if she had misheard.

"I said, I won't sell it to you." Fan Wujiu remained lying on the recliner, arms crossed, his long, straight legs casually crossed, exuding an air of leisure and nobility.

"why?"

"Shut up!" Fan Wujiu looked up, his eyes indifferent and devoid of emotion, and uttered two simple words. These two simple words made Baili Lin's face turn red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"Do you know who I am..." Baili Lin was about to bring up her family name when a young man behind her covered her mouth and whispered in her ear that this was the Ghost Market.

This is the Ghost Market; these people from metaphysical families are just hiding their identities here.

When visiting the ghost market, remember not to get into conflicts with the stall owners, or you might be attacked by a horde of ghosts.

If you die in the ghost market, there's nowhere to seek justice.

Even though Baili Lin was from the Baili family, one of the three great families of metaphysics, and was a direct descendant, dying in the Ghost Market would be a pointless death.

Bai Lilin had roughly figured this out by now, and no matter how angry she was, she couldn't vent it.

Sikong Yan immediately felt a great liking for the stall owner; it was the first time he had ever seen Baili Lin so aggrieved.

Sure enough, Baili Lin wasn't afraid of people, but she was afraid of ghosts!
Seeing Sikong Yan's smug look, Baili Lin, feeling aggrieved, couldn't stand it any longer. She slapped down the hand covering her mouth and turned around to yell fiercely at the lackeys, "They're not selling to me anymore, what are you still doing here? Get out!"

After saying that, Baili Lin turned and left.

"Miss, that annoying person is finally gone. Take another look at this dress." Sikong Yan thought that this blue dress was quite suitable for the female ghost's aloof temperament.

"I didn't say I'd sell it to you," Fan Wujiu said with a smile, giving Xu Qingling a special glance.

For some reason, Xu Qingling looked at that smile and inexplicably felt that there was a hint of mockery in it.

Then Fan Wujiu pointed to the board standing upright next to him—

The Azure Phoenix Skirt: those destined to possess it will receive it for free; those not destined to possess it will find it weighs a thousand pounds and is priceless.

"This means that the person who can lift this dress is the one destined to receive it, and the destined person will not take a penny. The person who cannot lift it will not sell it to anyone, no matter how much money is offered," Sikong Yan explained the meaning of the words on the board.

Fan Wujiu nodded.

Sikong Yan muttered, "Maybe my sister is the one I'm meant to be with."

Fan Wujiu smiled.

Today, Fan Wujiu is here in disguise. His purpose is to capture a vengeful ghost that has escaped to the Ghost Market. Setting up a stall is just a disguise for Fan Wujiu.

As for the blue phoenix dress, it is indeed his; it was given to him by an immortal who saved him a long time ago.

The immortal said that this blue-feathered phoenix dress could only be lifted by him and his destined wife; as for anyone else who wanted to lift the dress, it would be as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

Wife? Fan Wujiu, who had spent thousands of years in the underworld, smiled.

He's used to being carefree and indifferent; he doesn't need a wife at all.

Although he thought the immortal was talking nonsense, Fan Wujiu accepted it since it was given to him by his benefactor.

Over the past few thousand years, this Blue Feather Phoenix Skirt has been taken out before, but no one has ever been able to lift it.

As for the woman in front of him, whose identity was unclear—whether human or ghost—Fan Wujiu figured she was definitely also...

Does this count as picking it up?

Before Fan Wujiu could finish thinking "I can't lift it," he saw the girl in the black dress bend down and easily pick up the Blue Feather Phoenix Dress with one hand, while blinking her innocent eyes and asking him a question.

Fan Wujiu, who had been casually relaxing with his hands clasped behind his head, twisted his ankle and almost fell off the recliner.

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