I: "..."
I didn't expect that Old Gong, after eating Wu Zhongkuan, still couldn't shake off his lecherous nature and even made a double entendre.
Until my gaze grew slightly colder, Old Gong reluctantly said, "One can't suppress everything. It's been a while since I've been to a human body, and I miss it."
I didn't ask for anything else.
Old Gong should have no issues.
Though the other party wasn't an ordinary person, Old Gong just happened to be what he called a fellow daoist.
"I'll go out for a while, make some preparations. Leave Xiao Xiao here," I told Zhenying.
"Okay." Zhenying raised her head, then lowered it.
Stepping out of the residence area, I went to the front yard.
It was late at night, and most of the Zhenying family had already gone to bed. In the hall, there was still one person—Zhenying Qiong. He didn't know what he was doing, but he hadn't gone to sleep.
"Uncle Zhen, can you do me a favor?" I called out.
"Zhenying Qiong almost simultaneously raised his head and rushed towards me,"
Zhenying Qiong was startled when he saw the old Gong on my night jar.
"This brat, how did he become younger than before?"
Previously, whenever Old Gong and Miu were around, Zhenying Qiong would always have conflicts with them.
In Shao Zhi's home, Old Gong had spat out thick phlegm. Miu Changai, angered by this, had almost used the demon-absorbing reed art to eat Old Gong.
The current Old Gong was vastly different from the one back then.
Old Gong rolled his eyes and ignored Zhenying Qiong.
"Uh...he even rolled his eyes. It looks like he's not as lecherous as before." Zhenying Qiong coughed.
Old Gong: "..."
He stared at Zhenying Qiong straightly, muttering to himself.
Zhenying Qiong didn't say much else, just asked what kind of favor I needed.
I directly said, asking him to drive us again to Zhou's home.
Zhenying Qiong's mouth twitched, and he said unnaturally, "Shen Xian, do you still want Zhongshan White Glue? It's all gone. According to my knowledge of the Zhou family, their inventory has been emptied out by you in one go. The most valuable thing in the Zhou family is that stuff. What else do you want? My Zhenying family has it all."
I shook my head and said that I wasn't going for Zhongshan White Glue, nor was I looking for anything else.
Zhenying Qiong looked slightly puzzled as he walked towards the courtyard gate.
Just as we were leaving Zhenying's family gate and before he got into the car, Old Gong suddenly said, "Master, don't sit in his car; it'll bring bad luck."
The night was chilly and the moonlight had a gloomy touch. Old Gong's words made Zhenying Qiong's face change color slightly, looking rather uncomfortable. But because of me, he couldn't show his anger.
I frowned as well, but I didn't think Old Gong was intentionally saying something unpleasant. So, I directly asked why?
Old Gong mumbled a response: "The mysteries of the heavens cannot be revealed. In any case, it's better for us to walk than to take his car."
Zhenying Qiong took a deep breath and whispered, "Don't make up nonsense. Can driving a car really cause trouble? Xian Shen is the future son-in-law of our family, and I can't deliberately crash into a car, can I?"
As a result, Old Gong burst into laughter towards Zhenying Qiong.
Better to hear a ghost cry than to see a ghost laugh.
Old Gong has laughed only a few times in the past, and those who were laughed at by him never fared well.
"Uncle Huo, let someone else drive instead. Old Gong's words can't be disregarded. You'd better not touch the car." I advised Zhenying Qiong.
"He...?" Zhenying Qiong looked somewhat uneasy.
He didn't say much else and took out his phone to make a call.
Soon, a man came out, slightly familiar; he was one of the four Zhenying family members who had used the ghost-binding talismans.
Zhenying Qiong first told me the name of the person, which was called Zhenting. He then instructed Zhenting to do as I had asked.
Then I got into the car, and Zhenting drove it towards the Zhou family.
On the way, Old Gong muttered to himself nonstop.
Just as I was about to ask him what he was muttering, he changed his tone again, humming those dirty songs from before.
This gave me the impression that Old Gong was deliberately avoiding speaking, not wanting to say anything.
After all, Old Gong has changed a bit from before, and I have no doubts about his loyalty. So I didn't ask any more.
By the time we arrived at the Zhou family, it was nearly midnight.
Knocking on the door, it was quickly opened.
When the two Zhou family members saw me, they were scared out of their wits, and ran into the courtyard with all their might, tumbling over themselves.
Zhenting, who was following me, had a look of extreme excitement in his eyes and felt quite overbearing.
We entered the Zhou family courtyard.
The ground had been cleaned up long ago, and there were no bodies left.
Lao Gong no longer sang songs, just pursed his lips and looked around the yard.
As we stepped into the main hall, a group of people hurried over from the right.
At the forefront was Zhou Yan, followed by several clan members who looked apprehensive.
Beside them was the Mr. Fan Jie.
Mr. Fan Jie also looked a bit uneasy.
"Master Luo...You have come at midnight. We are not sure what the matter is?"
Mr. Fan Jie's voice was very weak.
Zhou Yan dared not speak, and his face turned even paler.
"The matter isn't big, just that I want to see someone." I maintained my composure.
"People?" Mr. Fan Jie immediately relaxed and his face showed a smile.
"Pick anyone you like! As long as Master Luo likes them, they can be brought to the Zhenying family with ropes and bindings. You don't need to come all the way here yourself in the middle of the night; a phone call would suffice?"
Between his words, Mr. Fan Jie glanced at the night jar at my waist, then looked towards the back of me.
Mr. Fan Jie's relaxed expression became even more evident.
Seemingly not noticing the remaining Xiao Xiao, Old Gong on my night jar was not a particularly powerful spirit.
"Indeed, although that's the case, it's still better to come in person for something important." I said.
"You...who do you want?" Zhou Yan asked in a hoarse voice, his face showing extreme humiliation.
I didn't pay much attention to him, and my gaze was still on Mr. Fan Jie.
"Why can't you see things clearly? Master Luo doesn't know who he specifically wants, so bring everyone out, pick anyone!" Mr. Fan Jie glared at Zhou Yan.
"No need. I don't want anyone from the Zhou family. I want you, Mr. Fan Jie."
As my words fell, Mr. Fan Jie trembled instantly, his face filled with shock and unease.
Zhou Yan's relaxed expression immediately turned into one of clenched jaws.
Old Gong seemed to understand something. His eyes darted around and suddenly leaped up, landing on Mr. Fan Jie's shoulder.
"Master..."
"The person you're talking about is him, right!?"
Lao Gong shook his head vigorously, as if he were a drum.
"It's not possible! It can't be done!"
"It's too weak. A feng shui master who can't even do fortune-telling has no use, no use."
Mr. Fan Jie was taken aback, and sweat beads immediately popped up on his forehead. His glance flicked to Old Gong, looking extremely wary.
At the same time, he nodded continuously, saying, "Yes! I'm no good! I'm just a small feng shui master who doesn't even know the basics of fortune-telling. I make a living by digging graves and dealing with some evil spirits."
"Master Luo, how could you possibly look upon me... If you need someone, you'd at least want a yin and yang master, wouldn't you?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly and stared at Mr. Fan Jie.
For a moment, sweat beads poured down Mr. Fan Jie's forehead, and he dared not speak a word.
"I, don't like being haggled." A few seconds later, I said.
The sweat on Mr. Fan Jie's forehead slid down to his cheeks, and his body trembled. He looked deathly pale.
