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According to Lin Qian's directions, Lin Lang and Yan Kongyue had driven to the vicinity, turning down several streets where ghosts might be hiding, but found nothing.
Wait! Yan Kongyue suddenly sensed Feng Xing's presence.
Lin Lang stopped the car, and Yan Kongyue closed his eyes, releasing his senses to carefully locate Feng Xing.
"Stay here and don’t go anywhere!" Without waiting for Lin Lang to respond, Yan Kongyue got out of the car. As he closed the door, a golden light enveloped the vehicle and then vanished.
If Lin Qian and the others arrive, let them in; it’s too dangerous outside!
"What about you?"
"Don’t worry about me; those who could harm me are all gone. The situation Feng Xing is facing might be a bit troublesome; otherwise, he wouldn’t have revealed his identity."
"Be careful!" Lin Lang understood that the best he could do now was not to cause any trouble.
Yan Kongyue nodded lightly and disappeared.
Moments later, Yan Kongyue appeared at the entrance of an abandoned nursing home. The heavy iron gate was tightly locked, but inside, it was bustling with activity.
Yan Kongyue held a little ghost he had caught along the way and leaped into the courtyard.
Feng Xing and Chu Ling were counting their spoils.
"Indeed, I did kill one!"
"How many is this?"
"I still have two left!"
"Auntie, you’re here! We still need a few more little ghosts!"
"By the way, there’s one upstairs; Chu Ling, go bring that ugly one down."
"Got it!"
"Encountered a Yin ghost?"
"Wow, as expected of my auntie, so impressive!" Feng Xing flattered without changing his expression.
"Now, what exactly is going on?"
Feng Xing explained how he had shed his identity as Mingjie Prince and immediately transformed back into the young master of Tianma Kong.
After hearing Feng Xing's account, Yan Kongyue furrowed his brows: "It seems the Little Ghosts are trying to stir up trouble!"
Chu Ling leaped out of the window, dragging the White Face Ghost along with him. The White Face Ghost landed on the ground but remained in the same standing position as before.
What’s so disgusting about this? Yan Kongyue instinctively turned her head away.
They wear such makeup when they worship evil spirits! Feng Xing shifted slightly to block some of Yan Kongyue's view.
Why?
Perhaps it’s because their evil spirits are even uglier, and they want to make themselves look somewhat similar! Yan Kongyue rolled her eyes; she could barely accept this explanation.
She really didn’t want to talk to that White Face Ghost. “Where did you come from?”
“Um, um, um! Speak!”
“Gurgle!”
“Baka!” Feng Xing kicked the White Face Ghost, cursing, “Damn it, I forgot he speaks in bird language!”
“Call Lin Qian!”
Feng Xing’s determination was top-notch as he immediately dialed Lin Qian.
“Hey! It’s Brother Lin. Are you guys still there? Is our Yan Kongyue with you?”
“Yes, she is. My aunt wants to ask you if you understand Japanese.”
Lin Qian's lips twitched; did he really have to compete over this? Forget it, now wasn’t the time to nitpick.
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