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"They can't escape anyway, so what's wrong with me making some money?" The female pilgrim didn't think she had done anything wrong; everyone looks out for themselves.

"Where is the evidence?" Chang Xi asked.

"It's right here in the temple," the female worshipper said. "I hid it in the Buddhist scriptures in the library."

"You're quite the player, aren't you?" Lu Wenli mocked. "Then let's go together."

"No! No!" The female pilgrim was terrified at the mere mention of the library.

Lu Wenli ignored her and, along with another staff member, dragged her toward the Sutra Repository.

"I can't go! It's too dangerous here! I'll die!" The female pilgrim burst forth with unprecedented strength, breaking free from Lu Wenli's grasp and running away without looking back. "She'll die here! He Yin is here!"

Chen Changqing tried to save face and strode forward, saying, "I don't believe it. That female worshipper must be talking nonsense."

Chang Xi looked up and stared blankly at the top of the tower.

That's the highest point in the entire Cibei Temple, offering a panoramic view of the temple's condition.

"What's wrong?" Lu Wenli asked cautiously when he saw that she wasn't moving.

Chang Xi said, "The female pilgrim was not lying. The Sutra Repository is very dangerous. It should be the most dangerous place in the entire Cibei Temple. I think the evil spirit I sensed is here."

"Huh?" Lu Wenli found it strange. "Isn't the vengeful ghost the one in the red dress in the main hall?"

"Who told you that?"

"Isn't that how it is? The redder the dress, the more powerful they are." Lu Wenli thought it made perfect sense. "That's how it's portrayed on TV."

"They're lying to you," Chang Xi said, fiddling with the umbrella handle. "There are only two reasons why a vengeful ghost is formed. One is that the person died too tragically in life, and their resentment is too strong after death, so they become a vengeful ghost day after day. The other is that the person killed too many people after death, so their sins are too heavy, and they become a vengeful ghost."

"So He Yin is the former?"

"uncertain."

"Should we still go?"

"Since we're already here, of course we should meet this Miss He," Chang Xi said, carrying his iron umbrella as he walked inside.

"I'm not going!" Xu Shenglong stopped. "You want to go and die? I'm not going!"

"Fine, I won't go then. Who asked you to?" Lu Wenli rolled his eyes and followed.

The photographer followed closely behind, and Xu Man hesitated for a moment before jogging to catch up.

Hao Ren pulled Gao Ren along, while the rest of the people stayed outside.

As soon as Lu Wenli walked in, he felt that it was much colder inside than outside. The cold was not due to the weather, but rather like wisps of smoke that enveloped him.

Lu Wenli grabbed a bit of Chang Xi's skirt. "Chang Xi, you said we have a master-disciple relationship. Will I become your disciple in the future?"

"Who knows what fate is like?" Chang Xi said helplessly. "You're going to tear my skirt to shreds."

[That's kind of funny. Luckily, Chang Xi was wearing pants under her skirt, otherwise she would have been exposed.]

Everyone was acting timidly, which made me feel safe.

"Waaah—"

"Waaah~"

"Someone is singing," Xu Man said, moving closer to Chang Xi.

"It shouldn't be a person singing," Lu Wenli shuddered.

A pale, twisted hand gently rested on Lu Wenli's shoulder.

Lu Wenli felt a slight weight on his shoulders and slowly turned his head to meet a face covered in scars, from which he could vaguely make out the location of a mouth.

She suddenly grinned, and blood would seep from the scars on her face, dripping down in a chilling way.

"what!"

Lu Wenli took off running.

"Lu Wenli!"

Chang Xi quickly caught up, while the others, afraid of being left behind, ran as fast as they could.

The female ghost flashed and instantly appeared in front of Lu Wenli, pouncing on him and tearing at him.

Lu Wenli was tackled to the ground, his hands covering his chest. "Help! Chang Xi!"

[Little Deer's Mom: Hurry! It's my son!]

"Master!"

Chang Xi tore off the red rope from his waist and threw it out. The red rope wrapped around the female ghost's waist and he flung it against the wall next to him.

The female ghost slammed against the wall, making a sound.

Upon seeing this, Lu Wenli quickly scrambled to his feet and hid behind Chang Xi.

"What did you just call me?" Chang Xi asked, glancing sideways.

Lu Wenli stammered, "Since it's all destined to happen, it won't hurt to bring it forward a little, right?"

"You haven't gone through the formal apprenticeship ceremony yet, so don't shout nonsense," Chang Xi tossed him his iron umbrella. "Here you go."

"Oh," Lu Wenli casually reached out and caught it, but the next second his hands sank down, and he and the umbrella crashed to the ground.

Oh, is Lu Wenli a little nervous?

"Seriously, little deer? You can't even carry one umbrella? You're embarrassing us deer!"

"You can't do it?" Chen Changqing stepped forward, grasped the umbrella handle, and picked it up.

I can't lift it.

I tried with both hands, but I still couldn't lift it.

"Tch, I thought you were so great. You're just bragging about your Xuanmen family background, aren't you?" Lu Wenli scoffed and picked up the umbrella with both hands.

Chen Changqing, feeling embarrassed, gripped the peach wood sword in his hand tightly. "You can't tarnish the reputation of my Chen family."

"If you're so capable, why don't you take down the female ghost?" Lu Wenli was really annoyed by people who were clearly incapable but still insisted on pretending.

Enraged, Chen Changqing's fingers trembled. He rummaged through his backpack, pulled out a talisman, and charged forward with his sword in his right hand.

Chang Xi was engaged in a fierce battle with the female ghost when a sword suddenly pierced through her from the side. She quickly tilted her head, allowing the peach wood sword to strike the female ghost's arm.

The female ghost, in pain, turned and slapped Chen Changqing's abdomen with her claw, sending him flying several meters away.

Chang Xi's hands were nimble; the red string with copper coins attached was like a flower rope in her hands, flipping it beautifully.

The red rope was wrapped around the female ghost's feet, and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free.

Seeing the photographer's camera pointed at Chang Xi, Chen Changqing didn't want her to steal the spotlight, so he threw away the talisman he was reluctant to use.

Seeing the talisman unleash powerful lightning, the female ghost twisted her upper body and moved closer to Chang Xi.

"Thunderbolt Talisman!"

Chang Xi immediately kicked the female ghost and rolled over on the ground.

The female ghost was also kicked away by her, and only one of her hands was burned by the Thunderstrike Talisman.

A bolt of lightning shot out the window, exploded in the air, and made a loud bang.

Chang Xi stood up, clutching his arm where a small burn mark had been left by the Thunderstrike Talisman.

"Fuck you," Chang Xi swallowed the profanity, unable to bear it any longer. "Beauty, let's pause for a moment and let me deal with this damn thing first."

"What do you want to do?" Chen Changqing was inexplicably frightened. "I'm going for her, why didn't you dodge?"

"You're not here for me, I'm here for you!"

Chang Xi jumped up on the spot, shouting, "Ahhh!"

The female ghost was stunned and stood there, not knowing what to do.

How could Chang Xi hit our Qingzai?!

Why did this woman hit someone? Is she a violent maniac?

Didn't Chen Changqing hurt her first?

【Our Qingzai was just trying to help, he didn't do it on purpose.】

[If you're incompetent, don't embarrass yourself in public. You can't help at all, and you only make things worse. You deserve to be beaten.]

[Why are Chang Xi's fans just as foul-mouthed as her?]

【How could it stink like you? Your mouth stinks more than a septic tank.】