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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
Feeling the warm jade in his arms, Ye Mingshang felt a bit lost, as if he had suddenly lost his senses. A fragment of an unknown memory surged forth in his mind. A beautiful and kind girl seemed to lean against him just like this.
Meanwhile, Lin Qianqian, who was suddenly embraced, found herself completely unable to move. Her body tensed up, her hands tightly clasped in front of her chest, and she bit her lip nervously. It was her first time being hugged by a man other than an elder, and she felt both anxious and somewhat excited.
"Ahem! Shouldn't we get down to business first?" Lin the Old Man hadn't expected things to unfold so suddenly. Although he didn't oppose their relationship, he still disliked seeing his granddaughter being embraced by another man right in front of him.
"Ah? Okay." Ye Mingshang finally came to his senses and quickly released the girl in his arms. Even with his personality, he felt a bit awkward.
Lin Qianqian's face turned even redder as she pouted and shot an unhappy glance at her grandfather. In Lin the Old Man's eyes, this was a clear sign that he shook his head repeatedly while muttering about how a grown woman shouldn't be kept at home.
The previous Wandering Souls had already drifted away, and Lin the Old Man had figured out a lot about those low-level spirits after studying them for a while. The group continued forward, but the order had changed. Previously, Ye Mingshang was in front with Grandfather and Granddaughter behind him; now Lin Qianqian had actively moved beside Ye Mingshang. Although she didn't do anything, her intentions were quite clear.
Seeing this scene made Old Lin feel a bit jealous. He frequently walked between the two to cause mischief, suddenly shouting things like how strange the grass was or whether there was something special about it, or pointing out lights that might be Ghost Fire, or mentioning ghosts nearby. This made the two laugh and cry at the same time, easing the previously awkward atmosphere considerably.
"Qian, um..." Ye Mingshang thought it necessary to explain himself since he had hugged her so suddenly.
"It's fine, Brother Ye." Lin Qianqian shook her head.
Seeing Lin Qianqian's dazed expression made Ye Mingshang think she was upset, leaving him feeling flustered. No matter how strong he was, he was still just a young man experiencing love for the first time.
"Qian, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to~"
After thinking it over, he didn't know what else to say except for that one line. He awkwardly scratched his head; who would believe that it wasn't intentional? He had held her in his arms—was that not on purpose? Was he trying to fool someone?
"Actually... I don't mind."
Lin Qianqian's response left Ye Mingshang momentarily stunned, and he soon thought of a possibility that made his expression darken slightly.
"Actually, being held is quite warm," Lin Qianqian said, still somewhat shy. After much deliberation, she managed to say just this one sentence. However, anyone with normal intelligence and emotional understanding should be able to hear the underlying meaning. Clearly, she not only didn't mind Ye Mingshang holding her but actually liked it. It was obvious that she wouldn't mind being held again; wasn't that what it meant?
"Indeed!" Ye Mingshang felt a headache coming on. The thing he feared most was romantic feelings between men and women. It wasn't that he disliked girls; rather, due to certain reasons, he couldn't casually be with them. It wasn't just because of that dream; although the girl in the dream was wonderful and he felt moved after learning the reason through Chen Huaisheng's Illusion, his personality wouldn't allow him to act solely based on a dream.
Even if that girl was his lover from a past life, what difference would it make? After so many years, even if she hadn't been killed by someone, she would probably have died long ago. Even if she were still alive, she would already be an old woman beyond her prime. Was he supposed to be with an old woman? Even if he was willing, she probably wouldn't be.
There were plenty of girls around who liked him. If he wanted to, it would be easy for him to find a girlfriend. Lin Qianqian beside him was one such option. Would she refuse if he confessed his feelings and asked her to be his girlfriend? Besides Lin Qianqian, there was also Ya from their dormitory who had admired him ever since he saved her, as well as Haitang from work this morning and an unnamed internet celebrity who flirted with him at the hotel. Which of these girls would refuse him if he confessed?
In fact, over the years of battling demons and wandering the world, he had encountered many girls who had feelings for him; they were all beautiful and no less attractive than these few. Yet Ye Mingshang had never been in a relationship with any girl.
Was it really that he was unmoved? Of course not; he was a normal man with normal inclinations. Due to hormones, it was impossible for him not to be attracted to beautiful women. However, he absolutely could not date any other girl.
As for the reason, it still related to the dream that had haunted him for so many years. If it were just a dream or merely a past life connection, he would only feel regret but wouldn't remain celibate for life. However, after darkness comes not just more darkness but also stories; the unknown aspects of that dream were what truly bound him.
Not wanting to dwell on this topic any longer, Ye Mingshang pretended nothing was wrong and continued leading the way. Soon they reached a spot near the mountain's peak. The mountain wasn't high, and the path was relatively flat and easy to walk on. Naturally, Ye Mingshang's stamina was fine; Lin Qianqian and Lin the Old Man were only slightly out of breath.
Originally, Ye Mingshang planned to find a scarier ghost nearby to frighten Lin the Old Man into giving up this dangerous dream. However, a voice caught everyone's attention.
"Dear friends, this is the Grave Hill where thousands were buried during the Nanjing Massacre. For decades, Grave Hill has been rumored to be haunted by Evil Spirits. Every year, several people mysteriously disappear or go insane here. Even some Yin Yang Masters have been unable to resolve the issues here. Today I will lead you to witness the terror of Grave Hill; if there are any Evil Spirits present, I will personally send them away..."
Not far away stood a young man in a yellow Daoist robe holding a phone in one hand while speaking to himself.
"Oh? What is that? It looks very real!" After a moment of silence, Lin the Old Man suddenly exclaimed this remark, leaving both Ye Mingshang and Lin Qianqian utterly stunned; if this were an animation, there would definitely be a falling motion involved.
"Grandpa, that's a person, not a ghost!" Lin Qianqian said helplessly.
"Not a ghost? A person?" Lin the Old Man looked at Lin Qianqian in confusion, then glanced at the young man talking to himself not far away. "Don't be ridiculous, if it's not a ghost, then what is it? Who would come to Grave Hill at night to play alone and talk to themselves?"
Lin Qianqian's face twitched as she forced a bitter smile. Weren't we also running to Grave Hill at night? Why can't he?
"Grandpa, didn't you see him wearing a Daoist Robe? Ghosts don't wear Daoist Robes. And ghosts don't use phones either!"
Lin the Old Man suddenly realized, "Oh right, how could a ghost dare to wear a Daoist Robe? But I've seen some people burn phones too. Why can't a ghost have one? If he's a person, why is he talking to himself?"
Lin Qianqian was exasperated. "Grandpa, he's live streaming! He's an internet host; didn't you hear what he was saying?"
"Oh! So that's it. This young man really has guts to come here at night. He must be studying Exorcism; that would be impressive." The old man finally understood and couldn't help but express his admiration.
"Not impressive; he is an Exorcist," Ye Mingshang said with an unsightly expression, his lips twitching.
"Huh? How do you know? Right, you are an Exorcist so you should be able to tell." The old man was puzzled at first but then recalled Ye Mingshang's identity and suddenly understood.
"No, I know him..."
"Brother Ye, you know him?" both Grandfather and Granddaughter asked.
Ye Mingshang did not respond but shouted towards the young man, "Joan!"
"Huh? Who called me?" Joan, who had been chattering away in front of the camera not far away, suddenly froze and then looked around until he spotted Ye Mingshang in the distance.
"Master!" Joan exclaimed joyfully, running over with a big grin.
"Master?" Both Ye Mingshang and his granddaughter were taken aback by the young man's address. Did Ye Mingshang have a disciple?
It was only a few steps, and Joan quickly approached Ye Mingshang, grinning widely. "Hey! Master, what brings you here? What a coincidence!"
"Smack!" Ye Mingshang slapped Joan on the head, annoyed. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be practicing Daoist Arts instead of running around Grave Hill?"
"Hehe, I'm just live streaming! Grave Hill is famous here in Nanjing. I heard that during the Nanjing Massacre, the Japanese Invaders drove people up the hill and then had competitions to kill them. Thousands died! I thought, with so many people dying unjustly, they must become Vengeful Spirits easily. I haven't streamed in a while, so I thought I'd come here for some luck and test out the Daoist Arts you taught me."
Ye Mingshang shot another glare at Joan and slapped him on the forehead again, making him shrink back with an "ouch."
"Ouch! Master, please give me some face. There are thousands of people in the live stream; they'll laugh at me!"
"You care about face? Knowing how dangerous Grave Hill is, you still dare to come? You think you can handle Vengeful Spirits? With your skills, you wouldn't even stand a chance against one hand of a Vengeful Spirit! You'd struggle against an Evil Spirit! You really don't know how to stay alive."
Ye Mingshang scolded Joan for his own good. He knew exactly how capable Joan was. Although he had improved after the Chen Family Hollow incident, he was still too weak. He only knew a few Daoist Arts and didn't understand many rules; his magical power was low. If he was lucky, he might be able to deal with a comparable Evil Spirit. He also knew that during the Nanjing Massacre, thousands had died here! Many of them had died unjustly, so there would definitely be quite a few dirty spirits around.
Although they usually kept to themselves, if they dared to provoke him, it wouldn't be enough to bury him with just a few lives. Strictly speaking, Joan wasn't really his disciple, but he could barely be considered a friend or an apprentice in name. Ye Mingshang didn't want him to die young; scolding him was for his own good.
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