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After Fang Qiu put it this way, the other party regretfully gave up on Amway.

This girl's enthusiasm for promoting the business was comparable to Walnut's promotion of the Hall of Rebirth. Fang Qiu didn't believe that the Adventurers' Guild didn't have any shares in her.

We arrived at the Hall of Rebirth.

However, the ritual attendant who usually stands at the entrance of the shrine is not there, and the door is ajar.

Fang Qiu peeked inside; it was dark and chilly.

It has a slightly eerie feel to it.

In her memory, whether before or after her reincarnation, she seemed to have never entered the Hall of Rebirth.

However, as the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. Although Fang Qiu is not a wise man, he still understands the principle of not standing under a crumbling wall.

In a novel I read in my past life, in a story about a mortal cultivating immortality, the protagonist always knew to silently take half a step back and retreat behind the crowd when encountering trouble.

I often hear people say that they can hear girls singing coming from the ancestral hall at night.

It's terrifying.

So Fang Qiu decided to turn around and leave.

But just as she turned around, she heard a clicking sound coming from deep inside the room.

"Forehead?"

Fang Qiu trembled involuntarily, so frightened that he immediately activated his Divine Eye.

A deep blue mist of ice immediately rose up around him.

What...what's going on?

Fang Qiu looked back and saw through the crack in the door that the room was pitch black and quiet.

"Cough cough, I must have misheard."

Fang Qiu turned to leave.

But just as he turned around, another sound came from behind him.

"hiss……"

Fang Qiu gasped in shock and turned to leave immediately.

Fang Qiu understood a principle well.

If you are being targeted by a dog, you must retreat quickly and not run, otherwise the dog will chase you.

Ghosts are the same.

Therefore, you must pretend to be calm and leave.

After taking a few steps, Fang Qiu suddenly stopped.

Wait a minute, how can a materialistic young person believe in ghosts?

Hmm... although it seems like there are gods in this world too...

But what if the people in the shrine to the deceased aren't ghosts, but thieves?

If I just leave like this, wouldn't I be letting Hu Tao suffer losses?

At this point, Fang Qiu couldn't help but complain again, "Winter Kingdom! Hurry up and get smartphones out!"

After a fierce internal struggle, Fang Qiu decided to go inside and investigate...

After taking a long breath, Fang Qiu clenched her fists and slowly turned around.

Seeing that there was nothing behind him, Fang Qiu finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the scene I imagined of turning around and seeing a ghostly head floating in the air did not occur.

That's a scene from a ghost story.

Fang Qiu gently pushed open the door to the Hall of Rebirth.

With a soft creaking sound.

The door opened.

The warm sunlight outside shone into the Hall of Rebirth.

The hall for the deceased was decorated in a very classical style, emphasizing the word "refined". Moreover, it was not as she had imagined, with rows of coffins lined up side by side.

On the contrary, it was very neat and clean.

There was also a calligraphy copybook on the table.

There are eight characters written on it.

"Yin and Yang are in order, but fate is unpredictable."

It's clearly Hu Tao's calligraphy copybook; her handwriting is much better than hers.

However, her attention did not linger on the calligraphy for long. She clenched her fist halfway, her hand radiating icy energy, ready to counterattack at any moment.

The sound came from behind the hall, and she cautiously walked towards it, where there was deep darkness.

Just as Fang Qiu was hesitating, another noise came from one of the rooms.

It sounded like something hitting wood, or like something being pried open.

Is a thief breaking into the cash box?

Thinking of this, Fang Qiu's fear lessened considerably. His combat power was equivalent to that of two Hilichurls, so why would he be afraid of a petty thief?

Fang Qiu suddenly became much braver.

Chapter Thirty-Two: What does "Hmm" mean?

Fang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to push the door open and enter.

Just as she was about to push the door open, a faint, indistinct sound suddenly came from behind it.

Dry and hoarse.

It was somewhat like an old-fashioned radio from my past life; judging from the voice, it seemed to be a woman's voice.

Upon hearing this sound, Fang Qiu felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

“He was...sick...look, he...lasted...five...and died...carry him away.”

In the stillness, the hoarse, indistinct voice echoed intermittently, and Fang Qiu suddenly felt her hands turn icy cold.

However, she remained calm.

Based on the horror movies she had seen in her past life, she knew that she absolutely must not open the door to watch at this time.

Curiosity killed the cat.

If you open the door at this time, you will most likely see a deathly pale face.

Turn around and run away; that's the rational thing to do.

Just as Fang Qiu was about to turn and run, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The sudden turn of events startled Fang Qiu, who instinctively took two steps back. She had intended to launch an attack, but after taking two steps back, she tripped over something, slipped, and fell backward.

Should I regain my footing first, or launch an attack?

Fang Qiu decisively chose the latter.

Just as Fang Qiu was about to launch an attack, her hand was grabbed by someone.

Finished!

Just as she was filled with fear, she saw Hu Tao's pretty face full of worry, and it was Hu Tao who grabbed her.

Upon seeing that it was Hu Tao, she quickly withdrew her attack.

But at the same time, she also completely lost the opportunity to adjust her body shape.

Hu Tao, caught off guard by the attack, also fell to the ground along with Fang Qiu.

To prevent Hu Tao from getting hurt, Fang Qiu quickly grabbed her and then threw her to the ground.

……

At that moment, the female attendant of the Rebirth Hall, who was standing at the door pondering why the door had been ajar when she left, heard the exclamation from inside and hurriedly ran towards the back of the hall.

Upon entering the hall, they saw their master kneeling between the legs of a white-haired woman, his right knee pressed against her chest... His pretty face was buried in the white-haired woman's chest.

Clothes were disheveled.

If it weren't for the fact that the white-haired woman was frowning, clearly injured, she would have thought that her master and the white-haired woman in front of her had crossed that line of sexual interest.

However, even though the white-haired woman was clearly injured, she bit her red lips tightly and did not cry out in pain.

"Fang Qiu, are you alright?"

Hu Tao climbed off Fang Qiu and quickly asked.

"fine."

Fang Qiu gently shook his head and, with Hu Tao's help, stood up from the ground.

Hearing Fang Qiu say that everything was alright, Hu Tao bent down and picked up the hall master's hat that had fallen to the side, then put it back on her head.

"What happened?"

"I asked," the official in charge of the ceremony asked.

So, Hu Tao told Yi Guan what had just happened.

She only found out from Hu Tao's answer.

It turned out that Hu Tao was tinkering with the phonograph she had bought at the market in her room. She recorded a folk song she had composed herself, but it wouldn't play when she played it, so she tapped it a few times.

As a result, only intermittent sounds could be produced.

So, just as she was about to ask the boss for a refund, she bumped into Fang Qiu.

Fang Qiu then shared his recent emotional journey with Hu Tao and the female attendant.

It turns out... Yi Guan just went to the restroom.