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Xia Qingli shrugged helplessly.

Clearly, Xia Qingli was not lying.

She was really prepared to marry an old and ugly man and share the Zou family's wealth with him.

Before anyone could react, Zou Wenjing snatched the microphone from the host and said, "I'm sorry everyone, there's been a problem. We can't get married today. I'm sorry to cause you all trouble."

Please go back first, and I will inform you of the specific situation later.

Zou Wenjing immediately ordered the waiters to begin evacuating the guests.

Everyone walked out, completely bewildered.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Wu Yong anxiously stepped forward, "Wenjing, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xia Qingli reacted quickly, pulling Zou Wenjing back, causing Wu Yong's hand to miss its target.

Zou Wenjing: "What exactly happened?"

"Ask him," Xia Qingli said angrily. "This man has put a curse on you. In your eyes, he is an incredibly handsome man and a perfect gentleman. He coaxed you into marriage just for the Zou family's wealth. Once you're married and have the money, you can slowly die and make room for him."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Zou Wenjing habitually turned the tables.

Xia Qingli, exasperated, vented all her pent-up frustration: "I told you so, but you wouldn't listen! You're like you're possessed, believing his nonsense. Have you forgotten you were going to break off all ties with me because of this man?!"

Zou Wenjing seemed to recall such an incident, and since she was already in the wrong, she felt even more guilty at this moment.

Wu Yong's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible! You're still wearing the red string, how could you have regained consciousness?"

"Is this what you mean?" Chang Xi gently shook the broken red rope in his hand.

Zou Wenjing raised her hand in confusion, "Then whose is this?"

"I asked Chang Xi to help me make a replica, to replace the red rope that was cursed," Xia Qingli said.

"You have some brains," Zou Wenjing said, somewhat incredulous that Xia Qingli, who seemed to lack common sense, could come up with such a solution.

Xia Qingli nodded proudly, without any remorse for claiming Chang Xi's wisdom.

The ideas of the people she paid to hire are exactly the same as her ideas; there's no difference.

Wu Yong glared fiercely at Chang Xi, the woman who had been giving Xia Qingli advice all along. "Kill her!"

Zou Wenjing still didn't understand who he was talking to.

The Qi-eating demon had crawled out of the shadows behind Wu Yong, its eyes gleaming with ferocity.

"Me!" Zou Wenjing was about to scream when Xia Qingli covered her mouth.

"Lu Wenli, come here and practice," Chang Xi stepped back, giving the stage to Lu Wenli.

Gu Qingheng asked with some concern, "Is Lu Wenli really capable?"

If something happens to him, won't the Lu family cause trouble for Chang Xi?

"Changxi will be keeping an eye on things."

Chang Xi tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity as she looked at Huo Dongjun.

Why does this man, whom she has only met a few times, know her so well?

It's as if they've known each other for many years.

Chang Xi flicked the thousand-thread copper coin in his hand, which wrapped around the neck of the Qi-eating ghost. With just a pull, he could strangle the Qi-eating ghost.

She tightened the red rope in her hand, placed her foot on the chest of the Qi-eating ghost, and said in a clear voice, "Someone of Wu Yong's level can't control you. Who is your true master?"

This Qi-eating ghost is many times more powerful than Wu Yong, this half-baked sorcerer. The two don't seem to have a master-servant relationship. The Qi-eating ghost's true master must be someone else.

Instead of answering, the Qi-eating ghost used its festering, still-healing mouth to bite Chang Xi's leg.

"Ouch, you still want to bite me?" Chang Xi tightened her grip, making the Qi-eating ghost gasp for breath.

"If you're so capable, then kill me. Want to know about your master? Dream on!" The Qi-eating ghost suddenly extended its sharp claws, carrying a heavy aura of yin energy.

Chang Xi dodged to the side, his hands forming a hand seal. "The Divine Master's slaying is uncompromising; he spares no one, no one, first slaying evil spirits, then beheading the Night-Shining Demon. Exterminate evil!"

The Demon Slayer arrived with a swift strike, its longsword piercing the Qi-Eating Ghost's brow and pinning him firmly to the ground.

The body of the Qi-eating ghost was constantly scorched by the sword energy of the Demon-Slaying Sword, and its body began to rot and stink.

Such excruciating pain caused the four onlookers to gasp in shock.

"I've given you a chance. If you don't want to talk, then don't talk for the rest of your life." Chang Xi had no patience to play along with his torture and interrogation games. If you can take action, don't waste words.

Chang Xifu looked down at the Qi-eating ghost that had turned into green smoke and dissipated, calmly drew the Demon-Slaying Sword, took a napkin from the table next to him, wiped the dirty blade, and looked up to check on Lu Wenli's condition.

Not bad. Lu Wenli has only been learning for two or three months, but he can actually fight Wu Yong to a standstill.

It's unclear whether Lu Wenli was too talented or Wu Yong was too weak.

Lu Wenli dodged the centipede Wu Yong threw at him, and threw out a yellow talisman, which instantly turned the centipede into ashes.

Taking advantage of Wu Yong's momentary daze, Lu Wenli pounced and tackled him to the ground, then took the red string from his wrist and threw it to Xia Qingli.

Xia Qingli knew what to do without being told, and took out the lighter she had prepared.

Chang Xi handed over the broken red string.

Xia Qingli lit the red rope and burned it completely.

Ji Rufeng led the Special Investigations Bureau police officers as they burst through the door. "Who called the police?"

"I," Huo Dongjun waved his hand, pointing to Wu Yong, who was being pinned to the ground by Lu Wenli, "He used black magic to harm people. Officer Ji, please handle this."

"Take them away!" Ji Rufeng gave the order.

The accompanying police officers handcuffed Wu Yong and dragged him up.

Lu Wenli then stepped back to make way for them.

Chang Xi held up his phone. "Two hundred thousand, please transfer."

Xia Qingli then remembered that there was still a final payment to be made.

Zou Wenjing stopped her, feeling embarrassed. "Let me do it. It's all because I misjudged people that I got taken advantage of. Qingli, you've already worried so much about me."

Zou Wenjing readily transferred the money, even adding an extra 200,000 yuan.

Chang Xi smiled and said, "Remember to get some sunshine when you get back to ward off bad luck. Welcome back next time!"

Lu Wenli peeked out, "Master, where's mine?"

"What do you, a little kid, need pocket money for?" Chang Xi said matter-of-factly, quoting the famous saying of countless parents. "It's not like we don't cook for you at home, go play somewhere else."

Lu Wenli was speechless, and in the end he could only sigh, "Master, you're really stingy."

Chang Xi counted the numbers on her phone, becoming happier with each count.

"Let's have dinner together, and I'll take you home afterward," Huo Dongjun said with a smile.

Gu Qingheng frowned: Is Huo Dongjun really this outgoing? The previous times she had met him, he was clearly cold and distant, but today he was as gentle as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

He realized it when he saw Huo Dongjun always putting food into Chang Xi's bowl.

He's here to pick up his girlfriend.

He had just considered Huo Dongjun a close friend, and now he's betrayed him!

Click.

Everyone was startled, their gazes falling on Gu Qingheng's hands.

Xia Qingli swallowed hard, a little nervous. "President Gu, what did the chopsticks do to you? They're all cut in half."

Gu Qingheng then noticed the wooden chopsticks in his hand, which he had broken at some point.

He smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping over Huo Dongjun as if intentionally or unintentionally. "It's nothing, I just thought of something unpleasant and got a little agitated."

Isn't this a bit too exciting?

Huo Dongjun felt a chill run down his spine for no reason, as if Gu Qingheng's words were directed at him.

Wasn't everything fine just now?

Why are you suddenly unhappy?

Does Gu Qingheng also have a menstrual period?

"I'll take you back," Huo Dongjun offered.

"No need," Xia Qingli refused. "Wenjing and I still need to go back to the Zou family to explain the wedding arrangements to the elders."

The two girls got into their own car and waved goodbye.

Lu Wenli also refused, "Master, I'm going home on the way, so I won't go back with you today."

Huo Dongjun's eyes flashed. "You live together?"