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So, with this feeling of trepidation, Thomas continued watching.

When Ning Caichen arrived at Lanruo Temple, he encountered the swordsman and the bearded man from the beginning.

The swordsman soon died at the hands of the demon.

Meanwhile, the mummified corpse upstairs, roused by Ning Caichen's blood, was completely unaware of this. Ning Caichen tried to climb the ladder to go upstairs and check.

Seeing this, Thomas felt much relieved.

However, when he saw Nie Xiaoqian appear, for some reason, Thomas felt his heart skip a beat, as if it had missed a beat.

With the arrival of Nie Xiaoqian, the story truly got on track.

Time passed slowly.

finally.

The Black Mountain Demon was defeated by Ning Caichen's sword, and Hu Chixia led Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian back to the mortal world.

However, it was already dawn.

Thomas's worst fears came true: after bidding a heartfelt farewell, Nie Xiaoqian disappeared and went to be reincarnated.

The two are now separated by death.

All that's left is emptiness.

For a moment, the sound of sobbing filled the screening room.

Everyone was saddened by the plight of this devoted couple.

Looking at Ning Caichen on the stage, who was holding Nie Xiaoqian's ashes and crying, Thomas also wanted to cry.

Firstly, because the story of Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen is indeed deeply moving.

Secondly... he felt the gazes directed at him becoming increasingly sharp.

Even the head of the family was staring at him with a somewhat malicious intent...

Most importantly, he didn't know why, but he felt a strange chill, a feeling similar to when he knelt in the square in front of the Thousand-Handed Hundred-Eyed Statue, facing the Thunder General who, like the Herrscher of the Void, strode in through the air...

It sends chills down your spine...

Now Miss Fang Qiu has really made it hard for me to breathe.

Chapter 552 My Lord, you must believe me!

"Life's journey,

A beautiful dream is like a long road, hazy and indistinct, with tears glistening in the distance. In this mortal world, how many directions does a beautiful dream take? Searching for the beloved I so foolishly dream of, the road stretches endlessly with me…

The song echoed, as if weeping and lamenting.

Completely engrossed.

It is a passionate love, and a cold loneliness.

It's a fleeting moment of infatuation, and also the long journey of life...

The songs depict the lovesick men and women in traditional operas, which also reflect the lives of many people in the audience.

For a moment, accompanied by the poignant singing, many people couldn't help but cry, and sobs echoed in the hall.

There were men and women, old and young.

Who says that youth is unaware of sorrow?

However, amidst the plaintive singing, a few curses were faintly mixed in.

"Thoma, you just wait, I'll remember this grudge!"

"Hmph, if Thomas dares to come to my shop next time, I'll put laxatives in his tea."

"Stop talking, raise prices! Raise prices drastically!"

"I've already started practicing swordsmanship. In twenty years, I should be able to beat him."

These comments sent chills down Thomas's spine.

He panicked.

Especially the patriarch beside him, squinting at the screen, gave him a feeling of sitting on pins and needles.

Then there's that inexplicable chill.

I don't know where it came from...

It made me feel uncomfortable all over, as if I were being watched by... a god.

However, this kind of gaze is not well-intentioned.

Instead, it was indifference.

It was as if I were looking at an ant.

It sends chills down your spine.

Fidgeting.

What kind of mess is this...?

I only came here to see ghost stories.

Ghost stories and Ms. Fang Qiu's works are supposed to be two things that bring joy, but why did they turn out like this...?

As the story came to an end, the song faded away.

More and more eyes were focused on him, and Thomas forced a smile.

He desperately wanted to explain, to say that Ms. Fang Qiu's writing of "A Chinese Ghost Story" had nothing to do with him...

These people...

I doubt they'll listen to his explanation.

Although Miss Fang Qiu has cleared up the misunderstanding with him and promised not to persecute him again.

But it seems I can't shake off this blame...

After all, it was Miss Fang Qiu herself who verified it in the book...

Even if Ms. Fang Qiu clarified things again in the book, those readers would probably still assume that they asked Ms. Fang Qiu to clear their names...

They might even think they've threatened Miss Fang Qiu...

At that time, my situation would probably be even worse.

For a moment, Thomas was speechless, caught between laughter and tears.

It was just a small misunderstanding between me and Miss Fang Qiu, but it had the effect of a hunting warrant...

This is really...

Forget it, I'd better figure out how to slip away.

The troublesome one is... the head of the family...

"Master, this has nothing to do with me, Master, you have to believe me..."

Thomas swallowed hard as he looked at Ayato Kamisato, who was squinting at him.

"Of course, I'm absolutely certain you didn't do it."

Ayato Kamisato narrowed his eyes, smiled faintly, and said.

"That's good……"

Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

The most difficult hurdle was overcome so easily.

Let's lay low for a while and have that little guy Zaoyou help us buy groceries and daily necessities.

After all, he didn't want to go from being sold off like a raw egg to being given laxatives while drinking tea...

Melancholy.

I feel much more at ease now.

However, he was still very curious.

What exactly is this unease that's been lingering in my heart...?

at this time.

Second floor VIP room.

"Oh dear, Shadow, you look terrifying!"

Yae no Miko picked up a cup of hot tea, took a small sip, squinted her eyes, and said with a smile.

"Really? I usually have this expression on my face."

Ying said in a calm voice.

"But that kid Thomas is so uncomfortable because of your killing intent."

Yae no Miko raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "You don't mean to kill him, do you? Even though he asked Fang Qiu to write this ending, he doesn't deserve this."

"Divine Child, stop your boring teasing."

Ying glanced helplessly at Yae no Miko and said, "That killing intent was clearly yours. If I had intended to kill him, he wouldn't be able to move at all right now."

"You even noticed that. You're truly worthy of being called Shadow."

Yae no Miko squinted and smiled, saying, "I couldn't help it. Seeing how flustered he was, I couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire. Look at how restless he is, looking around for the source of his killing intent. I really wanted to intensify my killing intent and see his reaction."

"That's enough. There's a limit to playing around."

Shadow glanced helplessly at Yae no Miko and said.

"Don't worry, I'll treat Thomas to oolong tea afterwards and talk to him about it."

Yae no Miko waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Why oolong tea? Does he like it?"

"Shadow asked."