Qin Wan'er took a step back, her eyes filled with sadness and despair. "Brother, you... you’re not trying to deceive me and sell me again, are you?"
Qin Feng looked at the little girl, his heart tightening painfully. He cursed his master silently for being such a scoundrel, and tried to soften his expression. "Sister, this time it’s just that I’ve lost my mind. Don’t take it seriously. I swear, I will never sell you again."
A glimmer of hope appeared in Qin Wan'er’s eyes; she had no one else left. Cautiously, she walked over to Qin Feng and gently grasped a bit of his clothing. "Brother, I will definitely be obedient. Please, don’t leave me. I... I’m so scared and it’s so dark."
Qin Feng's eyes reddened slightly; he felt he was committing a sin. He reached out and picked her up in his arms. "From now on, I won’t leave you behind. You are my dear sister."
"Wow, brother!" Qin Wan'er exclaimed as she realized she was being held by Qin Feng. She had never been embraced like this before, and all her pent-up feelings of grievance suddenly burst forth. She leaned on his shoulder and began to cry heartily until she fainted.
Qin Feng quickly checked her condition; thankfully, there was nothing serious—she was just exhausted and couldn’t hold on any longer. He turned to give Chen Yuanwai a meaningful glance before striding out.
Once Qin Feng had completely left, Chen Yuanwai revealed a sinister glint in his eyes. "Damn it, just a poor scholar anyway. I want you dead." With that, he turned and walked in a certain direction.
It was a dimly lit room with white candles burning and an altar set up inside, giving it an eerie atmosphere. "Liu Daozhang, I want to kill someone—no, two people," Chen Yuanwai's voice echoed.
"Oh? Who has angered you so much?" the Old Taoist asked curiously as he sat down.
"Weren't you supposed to have killed that scholar? How is he still alive and kicking? Today he even came to my house!" Chen Yuanwai complained as he recalled something.
"Hmm? Still alive? That’s impossible!" The Old Taoist looked taken aback.
Suddenly, his expression changed. He reached out and took a jar from the Altar. Upon opening it, his face darkened.
"Hasn't he returned? Something must have happened," he said.
"What’s wrong?" Chen Yuanwai quickly asked.
"I sent a ghost to deal with that Xiu Cai, but it hasn't come back. Either it was destroyed by someone, or it was taken away by other demons," Old Taoist replied in a deep voice.
"Is there really no expert in our county? Could it be demons?" Chen Yuanwai, forgetting about Qin Feng, turned pale.
"I'm not sure. Here’s what we’ll do: tonight, I’ll send another ghost over. If it returns, that means everything is fine. If it doesn’t come back again, we’ll have to inform the County Magistrate," Old Taoist said seriously.
"Alright, I’ll follow your lead," Chen Yuanwai said, trembling with fear.
Qin Feng, carrying Qin Wan'er, stopped by to buy some meat and rice on the way home. He also left a few taels of silver behind, which would be enough for now.
As soon as he reached the door, Zhang Bo spotted Qin Feng holding Qin Wan'er and immediately broke into a smile.
"Qin Xiucai, you really brought Wan'er back!"
Qin Feng chuckled, "Yes, Zhang Bo. Now you can make those steamed buns for us."
Zhang Bo nodded repeatedly, "Of course! From now on, I’ll save some for you every morning."
Qin Feng laughed again and pushed the door open, gently placing Qin Wan'er on the bed.
He stepped outside to take a look at the yard. It wasn’t large; in the center stood a big tree. Beneath it, a stone table seemed to have been overturned, causing him to frown.
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