Unexpectedly, Gu Lingling reacted extremely quickly, dodging the black wind to the side. The black wind hit the wall, shaking the entire room and causing dust to fall from the ceiling.
The already dim room became even darker and unclear.
Her son didn't expect Gu Lingling to dodge the attack, so he quickly let go of the finger seal and subconsciously shook his hand to erase any traces of the magical technique.
Gu Lingling caught a glimpse of the peculiar spiritual light, and before she could figure out what was going on, she was attracted by the strange sensation under her foot.
This is not the package I just kicked away, but stepping on it feels a little hard. It seems to be a weapon. Although she doesn't remember when she put the weapon in, it's better to have it than not.
Gu Lingling quickly opened the package and found a short sword inside. The short sword seemed familiar, as if it was the same one used by the victim in the previous case involving a dangerous ghost.
Gu Lingling's eyes lit up. Whether or not she had put it in her package, the fact that this short sword could make the dangerous ghost wary meant it was much stronger than a usual dagger. If she used it to draw symbols, it would definitely be much more powerful.
The short sword was made of cold iron, with an extremely thin blade and a simple handle, adorned with only a few patterns, not flashy at all.
Gu Lingling felt the sword in her hand and found it to be very handy in terms of weight and size. She inadvertently noticed two vertical characters on the handle—Jue Lu.
Jue Lu Sword? That's a good name.
Fortunately, the room's swirling dust provided Gu Lingling with momentary cover.
The dark energy had almost reached its limit, controlling the two individuals. It seemed that, unlike other possessed victims, they didn't have the ability to discern based on breath.
They could only rely on their sight and hearing.
Both of them were using every effort to perceive, and as the dust settled, Gu Lingling was seen standing a few steps away from them, holding the Jue Lu sword, with a completed symbol hanging in the air.
Having had the experience once before, they didn't pay much attention to Gu Lingling's symbols, sneering and raising a kitchen knife to strike.
Gu Lingling sneered, flicked her wrist, and the shimmering symbol did not shoot at the two people but at the landscape painting hanging on the wall.
The dark energy instantly withdrew from the couple, but it was too late to stop it.
The symbol containing immense energy didn't make much noise. After a slight muffled sound, a spiritual shockwave burst within the painting. The space in front of the scroll slightly distorted, and the dense ink landscape painting seemed to be like an ink drop falling into clear water, swaying slightly before disappearing completely.
The room fell silent, and Gu Lingling was stunned by the unexpected result. In her estimation, the symbol may only have destroyed part of the painting, as the black energy had not completely recovered and urgently returned, indicating a reason for its necessity to return; perhaps the dense black energy contained in the painting was the source of its power.
So Gu Lingling thought that by destroying the painting, she could weaken its power. She had not expected it to be not only a fatal blow, but to completely erase all traces of its existence.
It was too cruel and inhumane.
The dark energy hung in the air for a moment, then began to spin like mad, emitting a faint but angry wail.
Gu Lingling thought it would come at her, so she held the Jue Lu sword in front of her chest, ready for its attack.
But the dark energy understood that its actions were tantamount to suicide, so after a few rounds, it flew out of the door, merging completely with the night.
"Take care of my child."
The couple, now recovered, were left trembling, and it took them a while to process the single sentence Gu Lingling had left when she rushed out of the house.
They unconsciously turned to look at the leisurely sitting Da Bao, who was sitting comfortably on the table, immaculate and clean, in sharp contrast to their dusty appearance.
Who should be taking care of whom after all?
Da Bao paid no attention to the stunned gazes of the couple; after jumping off the table, he stood by the door, gazing at the night that had already obscured the figure of Gu Lingling.
He had not expected Gu Lingling to discover the short sword he brought back. He had been careless in hiding it. But the slight upward curl of his mouth did not indicate any sense of "regret" as he had expected, but rather a hint of approval.
Gu Lingling chased after them each time they lost the target. Each time, the Jue Lu sword would resonate weakly with her, guiding her in the direction she needed to go.
The dark energy fluctuated, seemingly on the verge of running out of energy. Gu Lingling had been following the dark energy for quite a while, and her stamina was running low.
After searching the homeowner's house for half a day, it was now midnight. The bright moonlight spread across the scattered eaves, enveloping them in a hazy beauty.
Under the moonlight, Gu Lingling followed the dark energy through various deserted streets and alleys.
Gu Lingling dared not use symbols at this late hour. Even the slightest noise could be amplified, and coupled with the spiritual aura of the symbols, it would be unwise to attract any unnecessary trouble.
Gu Lingling realized that the dark energy running away was not aimless. Across the street, she could already see the magnificent mansion.
The pavilions, terraces, and roofs were more eye-catching than the surrounding buildings.
If she wasn't mistaken, this was the prince's mansion. It seemed that the dark energy was desperately flying here because there was something in the mansion that could help it recover.
Just as Gu Lingling was about to say or do something to stop the dark energy from flying into the prince's mansion, a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared in front of her.
Oh no, someone is here!
It was a man, dressed in finery, with a face like jade.
The man had kept his eyes closed all this time, and he, too, had not expected to encounter anyone here. He raised his eyes slightly, revealing a pair of fox-like eyes, languid and determined, with a hidden hand behind his long sleeves.
The man was surprised by his own behavior but then smiled.
Fate is something that people really cannot resist.
Not in the mood to admire the handsome man, Gu Lingling had to keep an eye on the movements of the dark energy and the man to prevent any actions that might arouse the dark energy. She just hoped the man who was wandering around outside at such a late hour would quickly return home.
Almost simultaneously with the appearance of the man, several figures flew over the eaves of the street, and even Gu Lingling, with her weak senses, could feel the rich demonic energy that accompanied them.
The dark energy was stunned for a moment, then changed direction.
The people also stopped, sensing the existence of the dark energy and choosing not to run away.
By the bright moonlight, Gu Lingling was finally able to see the figures on the eaves clearly—Liao Feixing and Rong Rong, who she hadn't seen for a long time.
Seeing the firm look on Rong Rong's face, Gu Lingling was pleasantly surprised, but when she saw Liao Feixing next to her, she couldn't help but sneer.
"Gu Lingling, what do you mean by this?"
The moonlight was bright, and Liao Feixing naturally saw Gu Lingling. This woman really was persistent, she followed him wherever he went.
"If you have the time to talk, why don't you take action?"
"Liao Feixing, shut up!"
Rongrong sternly stopped Liao Feixing from asking pointless questions, and swung her sword towards the dark shadow that seemed to be ready to merge with the dark energy.
Compared to the formless black energy, the dark shadow seemed to have a higher cultivation level, as there was still a distinct outline, with a long, fluffy tail and hair-like forms on the edges, and a sharp mouth.
Gu Lingling couldn't help but cover her nose, seemingly a stink spirit.
The man who stayed in place suddenly opened his folding fan with a "swoosh", and looked at Gu Lingling disdainfully, displaying a playful expression. It was a far cry from the ferocity and seriousness he had when tracking the dark energy earlier.
The stink spirit quickly dodged, completely ignoring the dead-end situation it had just been in, and instead exposed the dark energy to Rongrong's attack.
Rongrong swung her long sword through the midst of the dark energy, causing it to pause and then disperse in the air.
Rongrong, with her petite figure, displayed powerful and agile movements, making it hard to believe that such a seemingly delicate woman could unleash such astonishing energy.
"Gu Lingling, is this the prey you've been chasing? Pathetic."
In the Forgetfulness Pavilion, any object of eradication was referred to as prey. Liao Feixing intended to mock Gu Lingling, but it wasn't clear whether he meant Gu Lingling was useless or the dark energy was, as the stink spirit had dodged Rongrong's attack and pounced towards Liao Feixing, who had almost had its tail cut off moments before.
Although the stink spirit had suffered a setback earlier, upon seeing its companion - the dark energy - being dispersed by Rongrong's sword, its fear turned into anger.
The dark energy had practiced alongside it before, though its cultivation level was slightly lower. Being on the verge of being vanquished to a wisp of soul left the stink spirit with a hint of despair. It seemed that these people had come with the purpose of completely wiping them out.
It didn't dare to attack Gu Lingling, fearing to end up like its companion with just a wisp of soul left. The stink spirit understood that its fate would be the same eventually, but before that, it would take as many as it could with it.
Unlike before, where its main concern was self-preservation, every attack now was aimed at taking the opponent down, not caring about its own safety.
Although Liao Feixing's Fallen Moon Sword was powerful, it couldn't withstand the stink spirit's foul odor. As a fully-fledged spirit, the stink spirit's tail's odor was no longer just a biological assault but had gained substantial power.
The pungent odor had a strong corrosive capability, able to corrode even invisible sword energy and mana.
Liao Feixing's cultivation level wasn't particularly high, merely relying on the Fallen Moon Sword to hold the fort. While the talisman could enhance a person's abilities, for a divine weapon like the Fallen Moon, its actual power was dependent on the user's level of cultivation.
Initially, the sword energy continuously purified the foul odor, but soon the sword energy visibly corroded at a rapid rate, and despite Liao Feixing's efforts, the Fallen Moon Sword remained unresponsive.
Rongrong wanted to help but was entangled by the stink spirit, unable to break free. Even though she had already inflicted several blows on the stink spirit, it seemed to be unfazed, showing no sign of retreat.
Seeing the foul odor about to corrode the sword, Gu Lingling, without bothering to disturb others, drew a talisman in the air with her jade dew sword at a rapid speed. The talisman was infused with all her spiritual power.
The foul odor was the stink spirit's last resort, and Gu Lingling had read about it in the records. When the stink spirit emitted the foul odor, it meant it had the intention to take both itself and its enemies down. The foul odor was the entirety of the stink spirit's demonic energy, and even disciples with advanced cultivation levels had to be wary of it.
The talisman, materialized by spiritual power, was huge and bright, making Gu Lingling unable to open her eyes.
"Gu Lingling, it's already so late, and you're still focused on drawing?"
Liao Feixing was almost crying with impatience. The sword was a divine weapon, and if it were to be destroyed, he would have no face to return to the Star-Picking Tower.
"Who cares if it's a drawing or not. Wait and see how it saves you, then thank me when you cry later!"
Gu Lingling also wouldn't hold back. Rongrong's face had turned as cold as ice due to the childish behavior of the two. In the meantime, the stink spirit was in a frenzy. Its demonic energy surged all over, and Rongrong was unable to fend it off. Liao Feixing increased his spiritual power and pulled the demonic energy out of Rongrong's wound, making it disappear with a single forceful motion.
Gu Lingling was also in a hurry. She drew the talisman quickly, as everything on the scene was constantly changing, happening in the blink of an eye. The talisman was ready. Gu Lingling flicked her wrist, wondering whether she should save the Fallen Moon Sword first or finish off the stink spirit. Her jade dew sword responded, vibrating slightly, and the talisman flew out in a flash.
It didn't target the sword or the stink spirit, but dispersed in the air on its own.
A huge shockwave spread with a buzzing sound, forcing Gu Lingling to step back a few paces and stop her footsteps with difficulty.
Liao Feixing embraced Rongrong, shielding her, though they still couldn't open their eyes due to the strong wind created by the talisman.
The man beside them was shocked, witnessing the immediate dispersion of the demonic energy, and even the brightness and intensity of the talisman's effect couldn't match the previous one.
The stink spirit, which had been lying dormant, gradually regained consciousness and crawled on the roof. Its demonic energy had vanished completely.
Gu Lingling stared dumbfoundedly at the jade dew sword. While the talisman could empower it, this was going too far. Was this really just an ordinary short sword?
Gu Lingling watched the lingering brilliant aura and couldn't believe this was the power of the talisman she had cast.
Amidst the brilliant aura, a figure of a white-clothed demoted immortal walked from a distance.
Luo Yunzhen was still dressed in white, with his hair simply tied behind his head, and a few loose strands falling on the side of his face. He didn't look the slightest bit disheveled, instead exuding a casual sense of beauty.
His snow-white cloud-patterned boots made no sound as he walked, and although the Frost Flowing Sword was still sheathed, the chilly air it emanated was discernible.
Luo Yunzhen seemed to be enveloped in a radiant glow, his indifferent and profound eyes allowing everything in but seemingly excluding everything within his gaze.
Luo Yunzhen's appearance felt like someone had pressed the slow-motion button. Gu Lingling watched him walk past the falling brilliant aura nonchalantly, and the aura landing on him and rebounding as if turning into streaks of meteors, jumping into the ground and disappearing.
Luo Yunzhen seemed like a celestial being descending from the heavens, passing through the flowing stars, untainted by the smallest speck of dust.
Gu Lingling felt an eerie silence around her, with only her own breathing audible.
Luo Yunzhen looked up at the two struggling figures on the eaves and the stink spirit, apparently lifeless. With a flick of his hand, the talisman that had previously exploded in the night sky like a radiant firework vanished without a trace.
Today's plot is one after another, and Gu Lingling's heart trembled, secretly thinking that she didn't check the almanac before going out, how did she meet the scum man Luo Yunzhen again.
She couldn't be deceived by his handsome and aloof appearance, no matter how cold and noble he was, it couldn't change his scumbag nature.
The man who had just been interested on the side saw Luo Yunzhen coming, "swish" he folded back his folding fan and subconsciously took a step back.
"Greetings, Sect Leader."
"Greetings, Sect Leader." Liao Feixing and Rongr ong bowed and greeted, but before the words fell, Luo Yunzhen had not raised his eyelids to indicate, and then Rongr ong suddenly spat out blood.
The blood fell rapidly along the tiles, under the moonlight, even the crimson blood was wrapped in a layer of eerie white.
"Gu Lingling! Look at the mess you've made."
Liao Feixing gnashed his teeth, Rongr ong covered her chest, the chaotic breath in her body was violently colliding, making her feel the urge to vomit blood. The spots of blood on her clean fairy robe added a few more touches of helplessness to her delicate face.
Rongr ong couldn't speak because of the disordered breath, every time she spoke, she would definitely vomit blood. She could only wave her hand, telling Liao Feixing to stop, but Liao Feixing mistakenly thought that Rongr ong's pain was caused by the talisman from Gu Lingling.
"Liao Feixing, you're talking nonsense, just because you've eaten shit, you think you can easily smear others..."
"No matter, she was just invaded by demonic energy before, the talisman's power just forced the demonic energy out of her body, she just spat out some coagulated blood, she'll be fine after expelling it."
Gu Lingling cursed and was misunderstood, she naturally didn't feel good. But before she could use her ten-level ability to argue, Luo Yunzhen unexpectedly spoke up, speaking up for Gu Lingling.
Moreover, he didn't care at all about Gu Lingling's earlier nonsense, his tone was extremely normal, so normal that it was a bit strange, making people suspect that there was someone behind him, even though what he said was all true.
Liao Feixing was also anxious, after Luo Yunzhen's reminder, he quickly grabbed Rongr ong's wrist, and with a little perception, he knew that Luo Yunzhen's words were not false.
His face flushed with embarrassment, becoming awkward, as if he wanted to thank her but couldn't swallow his pride.
Gu Lingling sneered, saying, "This Young Master Yue seems to have suddenly become mute, just knowing how to open his mouth but not how to speak? Fortunately, your Lady Ling doesn't want you to kneel down and thank me, it's all just empty talk." She waved her hand, "Just give me some talismans and artifacts, and also those things you promised to compensate me for last time."
Clearly just trying to tease, but at the end, Gu Lingling herself added a few sincere words. Thinking of the talismans made her angry, but the culprit was right next to her, and she couldn't unleash her anger. Liao Feixing, it's your bad luck for provoking me, just be a punching bag. After all, he's not blameless.
It seems that Luo Yunzhen didn't understand, his eyes seemed to have flickered just now.
Rongr ong also noticed something wrong, after finally fixing her breath, she weakly said, "Don't talk, it seems that the stink weasel hasn't died yet."
This time, Liao Feixing reacted very quickly, as soon as Rongr ong finished speaking, he hugged her from the eaves and flew down. The lonely Fallen Moon Sword lay on the eaves, long forgotten by him.
The stink weasel was already bald, with no fur left on its body, its demonic energy had been dispelled by the talisman. The current stink weasel was just a little smarter than its kind.
The stink weasel moved slightly, testing the situation, then got up and quickly fled under the moonlight.
Luo Yunzhen glanced at Liao Feixing lightly, Liao Feixing paused and didn't understand the meaning of this look, while Rongr ong wielded her long sword, and the stink weasel was already cut in two, its stinking blood flowing on the eaves.
Perhaps the smell was too strong, coupled with the commotion just now, a roar came from inside the house, "Who the f*ck can't sleep in the middle of the night... What's this stench, did someone have diarrhea?!"
The long sword returned to its sheath, and Rongr ong suppressed her disordered breath, paying her respects to Luo Yunzhen.
Luo Yunzhen remained expressionless, slightly nodding, as if giving a commendation. Then he turned his gaze to Gu Lingling, and only when Gu Lingling respectfully greeted him did he retract his gaze in satisfaction.
"After meeting Sect Leader Luo today, it's truly an honor beyond imagination."
Just as Gu Lingling was pondering the reason for Luo Yunzhen's abnormal behavior.
The man who had just been hiding in the background suddenly walked over.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, Gu Lingling carefully examined the man.
The man was dressed in a complex brocade robe, which seemed to be decorated with dragon patterns. The man stood beside Gu Lingling, his profile was straight and tall, the elegant folding fan swaying leisurely, with an air of elegance and grace, exuding a refined and noble temperament.
Seeing Gu Lingling secretly sizing him up, the man seemed quite pleased, but not ostentatious. His eyelids were lowered, his eyebrows raised, then slowly opened his eyes, casually glancing at Luo Yunzhen.
Luo Yunzhen took a barely noticeable breath and his expression seemed even more indifferent than before, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
"The Young Master has a keen eye, however, this one has always ignored mundane matters. How did the Young Master recognize this one?"
Gu Lingling seemed to sense a hint of hidden meaning. It shouldn't be, as Luo Yunzhen has always not concerned himself with worldly matters, but both subtly and overtly, it was obvious that he was targeting the Young Master.
But Gu Lingling couldn't help but admire Luo Yunzhen's insight. Although the Young Master was dressed more flamboyantly, she had really not thought of him as being the Young Master.
The Young Master was taken aback, unconsciously closing and opening his folding fan, saying, "Everyone knows that the Forget Worries Pavilion is committed to vanquishing demons and evil spirits, and they also know that the revered Sect Leader of the Forget Worries Pavilion is noble and beautiful. Now having seen you, it's true that your reputation precedes you, making people feel close."
Noble and beautiful, making people feel close...
Gu Lingling couldn't help but praise the Young Master, indeed he was bold and willful.
At the same time, she couldn't help but give him a mental thumbs up.
Although Luo Yunzhen usually didn't care about the words of others, it didn't mean that he wouldn't speak. On the contrary, his naturally aloof tone made people feel uncomfortable.
But now he didn't want to continue entangling with the Young Master. The Young Master's pitying and regretful expression towards Gu Lingling improved his mood. As long as he didn't want to argue with a mere mortal, even if he was the noble Young Master, in Luo Yunzhen's eyes, he was just a fleeting commoner.
"Young Master is too kind."
His indifferent, nonchalant tone left the Young Master seething with anger.
Liao Feixing and Rongr ong also flew down from the eaves.
"How was the case handled?"
Liao Feixing subconsciously glanced at the blood stains on Rongr ong's sword and his own Fallen Moon Sword, feeling somewhat ashamed.
"The underachieving Fei Xing pleads for punishment from the sect leader."
Liao Fei Xing shouldered the responsibility and knelt on the ground.
"Reporting to the sect leader, this time it was indeed my mishandling. After investigating, it's clear the situation is much more complicated than what was originally documented. Evil spirits in the prince's household are at play, not just one, and the instigator behind them has yet to be found."
With a recent increase in cases at the Qingyu Pavilion, this task was assigned to only Liao Fei Xing and Rong Rong. Initially, Liao Fei Xing was secretly pleased, thinking it was a good opportunity to foster relationships, but they didn't anticipate the situation to be much more complex than they imagined.
The previous case was handled by the head of the Jinglong Pavilion and was not made public due to its involvement with royal secrets. Liao Fei Xing and Rong Rong were only able to see it due to lingering issues that needed to be resolved.
The prince's wife committed suicide due to infighting within the royal family. After her death, her spirit lingered and haunted a self-portrait, and the prince, being sentimental, initially did not take any action, just keeping the portrait in the attic.
They thought that by isolating it, they could rest easy, but over time, the household's animals started dying, and eerie cries were heard at night. Eventually, even the servants in the household began to die mysteriously.
At the same time, the prince's wife's spirit transformed into a malevolent ghost that no longer remained confined to the attic but openly killed people within the household.
It was only then that the prince realized the seriousness of the situation, but it was too late. Despite seeking various experts, all were powerless, and some were killed by the malevolent spirit, amplifying its power. The household was filled with fear, but due to the prince's orders, the haunting incidents were not made public.
Eventually, someone suggested burning the portrait to resolve the issue, but the attempt failed, leading to the death of the one sent to burn it. No matter how many people were sent, the same result occurred.
Finally, no one dared to take on the case of the prince's household, and the prince had to seek help from the Forgetful Pavilion, offering a high price. The head of the Jinglong Pavilion personally handled the case, eradicating the malevolent spirit and burning the portrait.
They thought they could finally have some peace, but unexpected occurrences arose in the attic again.
Liao Fei Xing and Rong Rong initially thought it was due to heavy negative energy attracting other spirits. The prince's wife's spirit acted as a strong magnet, drawing in other spirits. Although they had encountered similar situations before, with a large number of spirits, they were mostly harmless, like lost or recently deceased spirits.
However, this time, when they entered the attic, they found no trace of any spiritual energy, only numerous scrolls.
Although the scrolls were exquisite, they emanated an eerie feeling. As they climbed to the second floor, they reached the spot where the late prince's wife's portrait was hidden. Suddenly, a strange wind blew, and they saw through the illusion of the hidden creature. The creature was no match for them, but they were unable to destroy it due to other mysterious forces restraining them.
Those forces were incredibly powerful and concealed, making it impossible to identify whether they were human, spirits, or demons.
Subsequently, the hidden creature escaped, leading to the earlier scene.
Meanwhile, Gu Lingling met the man seen by the woman, who was the prince's only son, and the one who handled the case at the prince's household. He had been following them all along, helping with the investigation and the pursuit of the hidden creature.
"This matter was caused by the late prince's wife. It's my duty to ensure that this is addressed. Unfortunately, I was too young at the time to protect my mother, otherwise, none of this would have happened..."
The prince's eyes darkened as he spoke only a few words, painting a tragic childhood story, evoking sympathy and overshadowing his high-ranking position, revealing a youth lacking maternal love and filled with guilt.
Yet Gu Lingling had a feeling that something was amiss, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
"Your Highness, are you truly certain that it was the spirit of the prince's wife?"
Upon hearing this, the prince's expression turned cold. Fei Xing wished he could open Gu Lingling's mind to see what she was thinking, while Luo Yunzhen merely narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.
"Gu Lingling, do you not trust the records or the head of the Jinglong Pavilion?" They handled matters for the Forgetful Pavilion, and even if they had doubts, they wouldn't disclose them on the spot. Besides, the prince had been assisting them during this time, providing various conveniences without displaying any royal airs.
"I ask for your forgiveness, Your Highness. I have no ulterior motive. Seeking a better understanding of the situation will aid us in handling the matter." Fei Xing's words served as a reminder that even if she had doubts, it would be unwise to voice them openly and risk stirring up trouble.
As for whether the prince was a snake or a blade of grass, Gu Lingling had not yet figured out.
"It's fine. Although this young master is not mature in age, his thoughts are meticulous. Previously, I haven't considered this aspect because I only saw my mother's image in the portrait. I was too young and didn't have a strong impression of my mother. Despite not witnessing the malevolent ghost myself, my father always claimed it to be my mother's spirit, so I never doubted it. Although that matter has passed, regardless of whether it was my mother's spirit, the former head of the pavilion used to soothe the anger, and everything has since ended, hasn't it?"
"Now, it's more crucial to investigate the origin of the hidden creature."
Despite the courteous smile on the prince's face, his words left Gu Lingling feeling uneasy.
"Your Highness, the Forgetful Pavilion has its own investigative procedures. All things in the world follow the natural order and saying it doesn't matter doesn't make it so."
Luo Yunzhen observed the prince, his profound eyes seeming to have the ability to see through everything.
The prince clenched his fist before releasing it. "With Master Luo's assistance, the prince's household welcomes your visit. I hope Master Luo can provide us with the true solution."
It was an unmistakable criticism of Gu Chenglin's mishandling, but Luo Yunzhen acted as if he hadn't heard, striding forward, heading to the prince's household.
"Wait!" Gu Lingling suddenly remembered something, calling out and causing everyone to halt, looking at her inquiringly. She awkwardly smiled and said, "You go ahead. I have to pick up my child..."
She had almost forgotten that her son was still at the client's place.
Luo Yunzhen, who was initially leading, suddenly paused, seeming somewhat flustered in his gaze. Without saying anything, he leaped onto the roof and disappeared within the labyrinth of buildings.
Gu Lingling bid farewell to the three of them, agreeing to rendezvous at the prince's household once she found her child. Fei Xing, apart from considering Gu Lingling a trouble, paid no attention to her, while Rong Rong softly reminded her to meet them at the entrance as they entered together.
Gu Lingling couldn't help but feel deeply moved. Rong Rong was likely her first friend outside of the Erosion Pavilion, showing no disdain for her lower status in the pavilion.
Finding the client's home took considerable effort, particularly as she had been chasing after the dark energy in an unfamiliar city.
Upon arriving at the client's home, she found the gates open, and in the darkness of the courtyard, even the candles in the living room had been extinguished.
Pulling out a match, Gu Lingling entered the messy living room, hearing strange noises that seemed like the shifting of furniture, much quieter than the haunting of the scrolls.
Squinting, Gu Lingling saw that the clients were still cowering under a table, trembling. Just as she was about to laugh but refrained, a cold and soft hand was placed in hers.