“Ah Nuan, don’t spout nonsense!”
The old Taoist priest suddenly interrupted the little girl. “Take no offense at a child’s babble. This lady, please don’t take it to heart. I’m Bai Yunzi, the head of White Cloud Temple. A few days ago, I performed a ritual for Mr. Qin. Could you all bring me to see him?”
The reason for Bai Yunzi’s ‘coincidental’ appearance was because he had an intuition that Qin Su might have encountered some trouble.
As the head of White Cloud Temple, Bai Yunzi was not just an exorcist; he also specialized in fortune-telling and physiognomy.
He had long seen the life-and-death catastrophic experience that Qin Su would encounter, but the calamity was exceptional. It was partially true and partially false, making it unpredictable.
White Cloud Temple!
Hearing Bai Yunzi’s words, Zhang Yunshu was taken aback. She did not harbor any positive feelings for Qin Su. In fact, there was much disdain and hatred.
Ning Huanxin was also stunned at that moment.
She remembered, before coming to this world, she was outside room 204 at the hotel, and she saw an ancient lock carved with some pattern on its door. There were three big words inscribed on that lock was “White Cloud Temple.”
So the lock was left by Bai Yunzi ten years ago?
“I know where Qin Su is. Let me bring you all there.”
Ning Huanxin spoke without much emotion. Then she stepped forward towards Zhang Yunshu and held her up. “Auntie Zhang, let’s go back! Taoist priest will help us think of a solution!”
At that instant, Zhang Yunshu was still in a trance.
Would Cousin really absorb Little Yan’s soul? Would she not preserve her corpse and spirit?
Zhang Yunshu suddenly gave a low laugh uncontrollably.
She understood.
She understood now.
Cousin hated her as well. She must have hated her a lot.
She hated everyone from Zhang Clan Town.
Qin Su remained unconscious. Since there was nothing new after the doctor’s diagnosis, the film crew had taken him back and sent him to Siheyuan.
When Ning Huanxin held Zhang Yunshu and returned to Siheyuan together with Bai Yunzi and the little girl, they saw several people standing in the courtyard.
“Ning Huanxin, you’re back!”
Seeing Ning Huanxin and Zhang Yunshu’s figures, Jiang Lixing walked up briskly. When he saw the faces of people behind Ning Huanxin, he paused slightly before asking, “This is…”
“This is Taoist priest, Bai Yunzi, from the White Cloud Temple. That child…”
Ning Huanxin looked at the little girl beside Bai Yunzi. She had no idea whether she was his granddaughter or…
“I’m Yang Ah Nuan, the last disciple of my master,”
The little girl answered in a clear and crisp voice.
The little girl seemed incredibly proud when introducing her identity, with her head held high.
She aspired to be the world’s number one ghostbuster!
Of course, that thought was worth encouraging and praising.
Of course, whether she would really become a highly skilled female ghostbuster… only God knows.
“Hello, Taoist!”
Upon hearing this gray-robed Taoist was a highly skilled man from White Cloud Temple, the others in the courtyard immediately surrounded him.
As for the little child, Yang Ah Nuan, she was squeezed and shoved aside.
“Taoist Master, you’re here at the right time! Come and take a look. A few people from our film crew have already gone missing.”
Listening to everyone’s noisy discussion, Ning Huanxin’s eyes darkened. She quietly pulled Jiang Lixing aside and whispered, “Jiang Lixing, when I accompanied Auntie Zhang outside to find Little Yan just now, we ended up in the graveyard. There… I saw a bloodied corpse. It looked like someone from the crew, so you better call the police.”
Even though she knew it was pointless calling the police, she simply could not neglect and leave the body there.