In the deep night, the moon rises above the willow branches.
County Magistrate Lin, who was dressed in his usual attire, hesitated for a moment in front of the tightly closed door. Eventually, he knocked, “Madam, have you rested?”
The moment his words fell, the lit candle suddenly extinguished, plunging the previously bright room into utter darkness.
County Magistrate Lin’s throat felt dry; he stood there awkwardly. “Since Madam has already retired, I won’t disturb you. Rest well, rest well.”
His footsteps gradually faded, and it was only when County Magistrate Lin’s figure disappeared from sight that the thin maid whisper, “Well done, Immortal Lady!”
“Scum like him should be treated this way, let him learn his lesson. Serves him right, pah! Look at him now, it’s satisfying!”
Bai Lixin: “…”
He was always amazed by this maid’s ability to empathize.
“Ahem, well, um, momo,” Bai Lixin rubbed his forehead, “you should leave too. I need to rest. I don’t sleep well at night so please don’t disturb me.”
The thin maid didn’t doubt him, and soon left.
After a brief three days of companionship, she was completely impressed by the Immortal Lady’s sophisticated ability in family intrigues.
Once he confirmed the thin maid had gone far, Bai Lixin finally got up from the bed.
He changed into night clothes, closed the door securely, and took advantage of the night to jump over the courtyard wall.
The corpse had been sent to the coffin home. From the conversations among those people in the yamen today, Bai Lixin speculated that the corpse probably hadn’t undergone transformation yet.
According to their words, the scribe was alive and working in the yamen yesterday.
So he probably died last night.
And regardless of the case file or Miss Song’s transformation, there would be at least a day’s interval before the transformation of the body.
If luck was on his side tonight, he should witness the scribe’s body undergoing transformation.
On the first day of arriving in Qingcheng Town, he explored the town with the guidance of the thin maid. After learning the orientation of the buildings, it was now easy to find his way now.
He chose the nearest route, only needing to pass through a few alleys and a bridge to reach the coffin home.
Just as he walked under the bridge, he gradually slowed his pace.
This was the bridge he had passed on the morning of his wedding day. The giant willow tree on the bridge was particularly noticeable, something not common on the other bridges.
There was a river passing through Qingcheng Town.
Or more accurately, this town was formed primarily because of this river.
The river provided the initial resources for the town’s residents. As more people gathered, it gradually turned into a town.
This river was the mother river of Qingcheng Town, and was called Qingcheng River.
The river ran east to west across the entire town, with bridges on several main roads within the town.
The reason he stopped was not to admire the unique willow tree but because at this moment, there was a person standing on the bridge.
The person was wearing red clothes and was holding a white oil-paper umbrella in their hands, just like the woman who had blocked his wedding procession.
The red dress seemed to be women’s clothing. The person had their head lowered, gazing at the water’s surface. Bai Lixin could only see her profile, he couldn’t see her face clearly.
She didn’t seem to notice his approach, and just looked at the water intently.
“Who are you?” Bai Lixin approached step by step, asking as he walked.
However, the person seemed not to hear, still staring at the water.
Bai Lixin’s eyes dimmed slightly. He took another step forward and finally reached the bridge.
At the same time, he saw the person open her mouth and murmured a silent sentence. Then, she propped herself on the bridge railing and seemed about to jump into the water.
Bai Lixin was surprised and quickly reached out to grab her, but his fingers passed through her body, grasping nothing but air.
The woman jumped in front of Bai Lixin and plunged into the river.
Bai Lixin quickly looked down, only to see the woman in red disappearing into the water.
There was no sound, no splashes. After entering the pitch-black river, the woman immediately vanished without a trace. Under the moonlight, and on the shimmering water surface, only a white umbrella floated.
Bai Lixin lowered his head and stared at the water surface for a while. Vaguely, he seemed to see a long red tail flash past in the pitch-black water.
Bai Lixin blinked, and the red tail had already disappeared.
The white umbrella floated on the water for a while before drifting to the riverbank. Bai Lixin turned a corner from the bridge, but when he reached the spot where the umbrella had stopped, he found it had vanished, leaving only an inconspicuous dandelion flower on the ground.
He picked up the white, fluffy seed of the dandelion, contemplating for a moment before gently placing it back into the soil, then he turned away.
If he hadn’t been mistaken earlier, the woman’s mouth seemed to form the words, “I want to go home.”
After this brief episode, Bai Lixin proceeded to the coffin home as planned.
The coffin home was easy to find, with a white ribbon hanging on the tightly closed black gate, and two white lanterns on either side of the gate.
However, these two white lanterns were just hanging there; there were no burning candles inside.
The door was locked, so Bai Lixin jumped from the back door and onto the wall with a single leap, then he stealthily entered the courtyard.
The courtyard of the coffin home was also pitch-black, covered in messy dry grass and some straw mats casually piled in the corners.
In short, it looked quite disorderly.
The bodies were not placed in the courtyard; they were inside the house.
Bai Lixin approached the crude thatched hut and tried pushing the door. It wasn’t locked and opened easily.
As he crossed the doorway, he smelled the unique stench of corpses. Now that the door was open, the foul odor became even more intense.
There were not many bodies inside the room, only six in total.
He lifted the white cloth one by one, quickly finding the body of the scribe he had seen during the day.
The scribe’s body lay there peacefully, showing no signs of aggression.
S419m: [Lord Host, I’m scared.]
Escape System: [Master Bai Lixin, I’m scared too.]
Bai Lixin silently rolled his eyes and simply uncovered the white cloth, carefully inspecting the body.
He had only taken a brief glance in the hall during the day and hadn’t observed many details.
Taking out a flashlight from his backpack, he adjusted it to the weakest setting and directed the light onto the body.
Below the eyes was blue-black and when the eyelids were opened, they revealed swollen eyes with red blood vessels, and the pupils were dilated and hazy.
After examining the eyes, Bai Lixin looked downward.
There were some sandy particles inside the nose, likely mud and sand from the river.
The flashlight’s beam quickly reached the scribe’s mouth.
The black, viscous substance clinging to the corners of the mouth had already scabbed over. Bai Lixin pinched the joints at the sides of the mouth, gently applying pressure, and the previously tightly closed mouth opened.
With the flashlight shining into the mouth, it appeared entirely black inside, but there was no foul smell like the one coming from Miss Song.
He reached into the mouth and felt around. He didn’t find anything except a black, sticky substance.
The black substance was slimy, and he had no idea what it was.
Closing the scribe’s mouth, Bai Lixin continued to observe downward.
According to the yamen’s statement, the scribe’s body was found by the river, suggesting drowning as the cause of death. After a day of drying, the scribe’s clothes were almost completely dry. Bai Lixin placed his hand on the clothes, and when he touched a certain spot, he suddenly stopped.
S419m: [What’s wrong, Lord Host?]
Bai Lixin shone the flashlight over, and there was a clear crack in the scribe’s belt. The crack was neat and unlike something caused by a river stone. It looked more like a cut made with a sharp tool.
Bai Lixin quickly examined other details on the scribe’s clothes. Apart from this area, everything else appeared brand new.
He frowned slightly and shifted his gaze to the scribe’s palms.
His palms were also stained with the black substance, and Bai Lixin noticed a thread-like object between one of the fingers, along with some tiny wood chips in the palm.
After thoroughly examining the scribe’s body, Bai Lixin covered it again with the white cloth.
S419m: [Lord Host, did you find something?]
Bai Lixin: [Yes, we can leave now. There won’t be any corpse anomalies tonight.]
S419m was puzzled: [Why?]
Bai Lixin: [Because there is something wrong with this body. If I’m not mistaken, he was killed and disguised to look like it was a supernatural event. This is a case of homicide, there’s a killer.]
S419m was even more puzzled: [How are you sure?]
Bai Lixin: [His eyes are bruised, and they’re bloodshot, which are signs of poisoning. His mouth is filled with a large amount of a black sticky substance. I examined his tongue, and it was purple, confirming my suspicion of poisoning. If I’m not wrong, it is some kind of poison like □ □.]
[The killer must be familiar with these supernatural corpses, so they fabricated this one to look like them. Especially the mouth, a clump of sticky black mud cleverly conceals the evidence of poisoning.]
[His belt was cut, but there are no signs of struggle on his body. It seems the perpetrator was someone he knew. The fact that only the belt was cut suggests something might have been concealed there before.]
S419m: [What was concealed there?]
Bai Lixin: [I don’t know. It’s already been taken away.]
S419m: [Do you have any other clues about the killer? Besides them being an acquaintance.]
Bai Lixin: [Yes.] He covered the body with the white cloth, preparing to leave. Just as he looked toward the door, his steps abruptly halted.
A man had appeared in front of the previously empty gate.
The man had dark skin, appeared quite old, with wrinkled, weathered skin. He leaned on a cane, one hand behind his back, gazing expressionlessly at Bai Lixin.
Not surprisingly, two sharp screams immediately echoed in his mind.
Bai Lixin rubbed his forehead, suppressing his initial surprise, and cautiously looked at the old man.
Just as he was considering what to say to the old man, the old man turned around. He probed the ground with his cane a couple of times before walking in.
He moved very slowly, extending his hand to touch the air as he walked.
Bai Lixin was momentarily stunned. His gaze fell on the murky eyes of the man and then he realized the man was blind.
He breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He carefully tiptoed to the side, trying not to make any noise.
The old man seemed to be patrolling.
Just as Bai Lixin was about to reach the door, the old man suddenly turned around. He pointed his cane in Bai Lixin’s direction and shouted in a low voice, “Who’s there?!”
Bai Lixin glanced at the door, which was just within reach, and then at the old man standing at the far end. Without further ado, he sprinted out of the doorway and disappeared into the darkness with a few swift movements.
S419m: [??? This doesn’t match the script!]
Bai Lixin: [Huh? What doesn’t match?]
S419m: [According to the script, heroine exploring the secret room would definitely be discovered. When discovered, she would resist, and just at the crucial moment, the hero would heroically save her. Lord Host, this won’t do. You should have confronted the old man, then he would call for help, and you would escape in haste. Afterward, the lord god would appear out of nowhere and save the beauty. You’ve done everything yourself, what will the hero do now? No wonder you still haven’t captured the monk.]
Bai Lixin: […]
‘You talk too much!’
[Who says the hero hasn’t appeared? Wasn’t it my old gong who helped me out on the bridge this afternoon? You’re just jealous that I have someone who cares for me.]
S419m: [Jealous of you? I have my dear Sister System! Why would I be jealous of you? Have you seen your old gong? He’s sliced up every few days, almost breaking like a meteor. What am I jealous of?]
Bai Lixin: […]
‘Forget it, I quit. \(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻’
On his way back, Bai Lixin passed the bridge with the willow tree again. This time, the bridge was deserted, with not a single soul in sight.
He stood by the bridge, recalling the woman in red.
That woman had stood here, gripping the railing with her hands before leaping off.
Bai Lixin reached the spot where the woman had stood. He grasped the bridge with both hands, using his arms to lift his body, and peered down to see what was below.
Just as his body was about to extend halfway, he felt a force grip his waist. The next moment, his body was enveloped in a firm embrace, and if one were to sniff carefully, they could catch a whiff of a lotus fragrance.
Bai Lixin was momentarily stunned. He quickly pretended to be startled and, with a swift motion, hugged the person back, pretending to be frightened.
The monk’s body stiffened for a moment. Suppressing his voice, he said, “Let go, what are you doing?”
‘Let go?
If you say let go, should I let go? Wouldn’t that be losing face?’
Bai Lixin tightened his grip even more, still burrowing deeper into the monk’s arms. “Master, luckily, you arrived just in time. I was really frightened earlier.”
The monk held his staff with one hand and looked at the restless fox demon with complicated eyes.
He stood there, allowing the young man to cling to him, silently reciting Amitabha in his heart.
Suddenly, the monk’s expression changed slightly and he pushed the young man away. “What are you doing?”
The young man sheepishly withdrew his hand. “Nothing, just pawing. After all, I’m a fox, it’s an animal instinct, an animal instinct.”
The monk: “…”
‘Is that pawing? You were sticking your hand inside my clothes!’
——————————
In the live broadcast room
[“Pawing”]
[What’s wrong with him? He’s just a cute fox, a fox with cold hands and feet that needs scratching.]
[Monk, I advise you not to be ignorant. Do you think you’re carrying an ordinary fox? This is the dream of three hundred thousand young boys and girls!]
[The monk is a bit clueless today. I hope God Xin will make him face the reality.]
[Today’s best: God Xin]
[Today’s worst: Monk]
—————————–
“Why did you try to jump into the river just now? Were you possessed?” The monk took two steps back, increasing the distance between them. He seriously examined the young man, confirming that he showed no signs of being possessed before he sighed in relief.
‘Strange, why am I sighing in relief?’
Baili Xin glanced at the bridge. “Ah, that… I didn’t want to jump into the river. I saw the same woman in red and with a white umbrella here earlier. She jumped off the bridge again just now. I just wanted to see if there was something where she jumped. I was myself just now, I have control over my body. Heh, heh.”
“…” The monk paused. “Then why did you throw yourself into my hands, saying you were scared?”
Bai Lixin rubbed his hands in embarrassment. “Well, you appeared suddenly and hugged me like a hooligan. Naturally, I got a fright. As a young master, I am not someone anyone can touch.”
The monk almost suffocated. “…”
‘So I am someone anyone can touch?!
Amitabha, Amitabha, I’m a monk; my six roots must be pure. I can’t let this fox demon lead me by the nose. Amitabha.’
“By the way, thank you for this afternoon.” The voice of the young man opposite brought the monk back to reality. “Thank you for becoming a drunkard and helping me out of the situation. Otherwise, I really didn’t know how to handle that bowl of divine meat.”
The monk was momentarily stunned. “It was just a small effort.”
“For you, it might have been a small effort, but for me, it might have been a lifesaving grace. I must repay this kindness.” The young man’s expression was unusually earnest.
The monk: “Benefactor, there’s no need.”
Bai Lixin: “I must; otherwise, this matter will become a demon in my heart, haunting my mind. I fear my future cultivation will be hindered.”
The monk asked helplessly, “Then how do you plan to repay me?”
In the deep night, the moon rises above the willow branches.
County Magistrate Lin, who was dressed in his usual attire, hesitated for a moment in front of the tightly closed door. Eventually, he knocked, “Madam, have you rested?”
The moment his words fell, the lit candle suddenly extinguished, plunging the previously bright room into utter darkness.
County Magistrate Lin’s throat felt dry; he stood there awkwardly. “Since Madam has already retired, I won’t disturb you. Rest well, rest well.”
His footsteps gradually faded, and it was only when County Magistrate Lin’s figure disappeared from sight that the thin maid whisper, “Well done, Immortal Lady!”
“Scum like him should be treated this way, let him learn his lesson. Serves him right, pah! Look at him now, it’s satisfying!”
Bai Lixin: “…”
He was always amazed by this maid’s ability to empathize.
“Ahem, well, um, momo,” Bai Lixin rubbed his forehead, “you should leave too. I need to rest. I don’t sleep well at night so please don’t disturb me.”
The thin maid didn’t doubt him, and soon left.
After a brief three days of companionship, she was completely impressed by the Immortal Lady’s sophisticated ability in family intrigues.
Once he confirmed the thin maid had gone far, Bai Lixin finally got up from the bed.
He changed into night clothes, closed the door securely, and took advantage of the night to jump over the courtyard wall.
The corpse had been sent to the coffin home. From the conversations among those people in the yamen today, Bai Lixin speculated that the corpse probably hadn’t undergone transformation yet.
According to their words, the scribe was alive and working in the yamen yesterday.
So he probably died last night.
And regardless of the case file or Miss Song’s transformation, there would be at least a day’s interval before the transformation of the body.
If luck was on his side tonight, he should witness the scribe’s body undergoing transformation.
On the first day of arriving in Qingcheng Town, he explored the town with the guidance of the thin maid. After learning the orientation of the buildings, it was now easy to find his way now.
He chose the nearest route, only needing to pass through a few alleys and a bridge to reach the coffin home.
Just as he walked under the bridge, he gradually slowed his pace.
This was the bridge he had passed on the morning of his wedding day. The giant willow tree on the bridge was particularly noticeable, something not common on the other bridges.
There was a river passing through Qingcheng Town.
Or more accurately, this town was formed primarily because of this river.
The river provided the initial resources for the town’s residents. As more people gathered, it gradually turned into a town.
This river was the mother river of Qingcheng Town, and was called Qingcheng River.
The river ran east to west across the entire town, with bridges on several main roads within the town.
The reason he stopped was not to admire the unique willow tree but because at this moment, there was a person standing on the bridge.
The person was wearing red clothes and was holding a white oil-paper umbrella in their hands, just like the woman who had blocked his wedding procession.
The red dress seemed to be women’s clothing. The person had their head lowered, gazing at the water’s surface. Bai Lixin could only see her profile, he couldn’t see her face clearly.
She didn’t seem to notice his approach, and just looked at the water intently.
“Who are you?” Bai Lixin approached step by step, asking as he walked.
However, the person seemed not to hear, still staring at the water.
Bai Lixin’s eyes dimmed slightly. He took another step forward and finally reached the bridge.
At the same time, he saw the person open her mouth and murmured a silent sentence. Then, she propped herself on the bridge railing and seemed about to jump into the water.
Bai Lixin was surprised and quickly reached out to grab her, but his fingers passed through her body, grasping nothing but air.
The woman jumped in front of Bai Lixin and plunged into the river.
Bai Lixin quickly looked down, only to see the woman in red disappearing into the water.
There was no sound, no splashes. After entering the pitch-black river, the woman immediately vanished without a trace. Under the moonlight, and on the shimmering water surface, only a white umbrella floated.
Bai Lixin lowered his head and stared at the water surface for a while. Vaguely, he seemed to see a long red tail flash past in the pitch-black water.
Bai Lixin blinked, and the red tail had already disappeared.
The white umbrella floated on the water for a while before drifting to the riverbank. Bai Lixin turned a corner from the bridge, but when he reached the spot where the umbrella had stopped, he found it had vanished, leaving only an inconspicuous dandelion flower on the ground.
He picked up the white, fluffy seed of the dandelion, contemplating for a moment before gently placing it back into the soil, then he turned away.
If he hadn’t been mistaken earlier, the woman’s mouth seemed to form the words, “I want to go home.”
After this brief episode, Bai Lixin proceeded to the coffin home as planned.
The coffin home was easy to find, with a white ribbon hanging on the tightly closed black gate, and two white lanterns on either side of the gate.
However, these two white lanterns were just hanging there; there were no burning candles inside.
The door was locked, so Bai Lixin jumped from the back door and onto the wall with a single leap, then he stealthily entered the courtyard.
The courtyard of the coffin home was also pitch-black, covered in messy dry grass and some straw mats casually piled in the corners.
In short, it looked quite disorderly.
The bodies were not placed in the courtyard; they were inside the house.
Bai Lixin approached the crude thatched hut and tried pushing the door. It wasn’t locked and opened easily.
As he crossed the doorway, he smelled the unique stench of corpses. Now that the door was open, the foul odor became even more intense.
There were not many bodies inside the room, only six in total.
He lifted the white cloth one by one, quickly finding the body of the scribe he had seen during the day.
The scribe’s body lay there peacefully, showing no signs of aggression.
S419m: [Lord Host, I’m scared.]
Escape System: [Master Bai Lixin, I’m scared too.]
Bai Lixin silently rolled his eyes and simply uncovered the white cloth, carefully inspecting the body.
He had only taken a brief glance in the hall during the day and hadn’t observed many details.
Taking out a flashlight from his backpack, he adjusted it to the weakest setting and directed the light onto the body.
Below the eyes was blue-black and when the eyelids were opened, they revealed swollen eyes with red blood vessels, and the pupils were dilated and hazy.
After examining the eyes, Bai Lixin looked downward.
There were some sandy particles inside the nose, likely mud and sand from the river.
The flashlight’s beam quickly reached the scribe’s mouth.
The black, viscous substance clinging to the corners of the mouth had already scabbed over. Bai Lixin pinched the joints at the sides of the mouth, gently applying pressure, and the previously tightly closed mouth opened.
With the flashlight shining into the mouth, it appeared entirely black inside, but there was no foul smell like the one coming from Miss Song.
He reached into the mouth and felt around. He didn’t find anything except a black, sticky substance.
The black substance was slimy, and he had no idea what it was.
Closing the scribe’s mouth, Bai Lixin continued to observe downward.
According to the yamen’s statement, the scribe’s body was found by the river, suggesting drowning as the cause of death. After a day of drying, the scribe’s clothes were almost completely dry. Bai Lixin placed his hand on the clothes, and when he touched a certain spot, he suddenly stopped.
S419m: [What’s wrong, Lord Host?]
Bai Lixin shone the flashlight over, and there was a clear crack in the scribe’s belt. The crack was neat and unlike something caused by a river stone. It looked more like a cut made with a sharp tool.
Bai Lixin quickly examined other details on the scribe’s clothes. Apart from this area, everything else appeared brand new.
He frowned slightly and shifted his gaze to the scribe’s palms.
His palms were also stained with the black substance, and Bai Lixin noticed a thread-like object between one of the fingers, along with some tiny wood chips in the palm.
After thoroughly examining the scribe’s body, Bai Lixin covered it again with the white cloth.
S419m: [Lord Host, did you find something?]
Bai Lixin: [Yes, we can leave now. There won’t be any corpse anomalies tonight.]
S419m was puzzled: [Why?]
Bai Lixin: [Because there is something wrong with this body. If I’m not mistaken, he was killed and disguised to look like it was a supernatural event. This is a case of homicide, there’s a killer.]
S419m was even more puzzled: [How are you sure?]
Bai Lixin: [His eyes are bruised, and they’re bloodshot, which are signs of poisoning. His mouth is filled with a large amount of a black sticky substance. I examined his tongue, and it was purple, confirming my suspicion of poisoning. If I’m not wrong, it is some kind of poison like □ □.]
[The killer must be familiar with these supernatural corpses, so they fabricated this one to look like them. Especially the mouth, a clump of sticky black mud cleverly conceals the evidence of poisoning.]
[His belt was cut, but there are no signs of struggle on his body. It seems the perpetrator was someone he knew. The fact that only the belt was cut suggests something might have been concealed there before.]
S419m: [What was concealed there?]
Bai Lixin: [I don’t know. It’s already been taken away.]
S419m: [Do you have any other clues about the killer? Besides them being an acquaintance.]
Bai Lixin: [Yes.] He covered the body with the white cloth, preparing to leave. Just as he looked toward the door, his steps abruptly halted.
A man had appeared in front of the previously empty gate.
The man had dark skin, appeared quite old, with wrinkled, weathered skin. He leaned on a cane, one hand behind his back, gazing expressionlessly at Bai Lixin.
Not surprisingly, two sharp screams immediately echoed in his mind.
Bai Lixin rubbed his forehead, suppressing his initial surprise, and cautiously looked at the old man.
Just as he was considering what to say to the old man, the old man turned around. He probed the ground with his cane a couple of times before walking in.
He moved very slowly, extending his hand to touch the air as he walked.
Bai Lixin was momentarily stunned. His gaze fell on the murky eyes of the man and then he realized the man was blind.
He breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. He carefully tiptoed to the side, trying not to make any noise.
The old man seemed to be patrolling.
Just as Bai Lixin was about to reach the door, the old man suddenly turned around. He pointed his cane in Bai Lixin’s direction and shouted in a low voice, “Who’s there?!”
Bai Lixin glanced at the door, which was just within reach, and then at the old man standing at the far end. Without further ado, he sprinted out of the doorway and disappeared into the darkness with a few swift movements.
S419m: [??? This doesn’t match the script!]
Bai Lixin: [Huh? What doesn’t match?]
S419m: [According to the script, heroine exploring the secret room would definitely be discovered. When discovered, she would resist, and just at the crucial moment, the hero would heroically save her. Lord Host, this won’t do. You should have confronted the old man, then he would call for help, and you would escape in haste. Afterward, the lord god would appear out of nowhere and save the beauty. You’ve done everything yourself, what will the hero do now? No wonder you still haven’t captured the monk.]
Bai Lixin: […]
‘You talk too much!’
[Who says the hero hasn’t appeared? Wasn’t it my old gong who helped me out on the bridge this afternoon? You’re just jealous that I have someone who cares for me.]
S419m: [Jealous of you? I have my dear Sister System! Why would I be jealous of you? Have you seen your old gong? He’s sliced up every few days, almost breaking like a meteor. What am I jealous of?]
Bai Lixin: […]
‘Forget it, I quit. \(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻’
On his way back, Bai Lixin passed the bridge with the willow tree again. This time, the bridge was deserted, with not a single soul in sight.
He stood by the bridge, recalling the woman in red.
That woman had stood here, gripping the railing with her hands before leaping off.
Bai Lixin reached the spot where the woman had stood. He grasped the bridge with both hands, using his arms to lift his body, and peered down to see what was below.
Just as his body was about to extend halfway, he felt a force grip his waist. The next moment, his body was enveloped in a firm embrace, and if one were to sniff carefully, they could catch a whiff of a lotus fragrance.
Bai Lixin was momentarily stunned. He quickly pretended to be startled and, with a swift motion, hugged the person back, pretending to be frightened.
The monk’s body stiffened for a moment. Suppressing his voice, he said, “Let go, what are you doing?”
‘Let go?
If you say let go, should I let go? Wouldn’t that be losing face?’
Bai Lixin tightened his grip even more, still burrowing deeper into the monk’s arms. “Master, luckily, you arrived just in time. I was really frightened earlier.”
The monk held his staff with one hand and looked at the restless fox demon with complicated eyes.
He stood there, allowing the young man to cling to him, silently reciting Amitabha in his heart.
Suddenly, the monk’s expression changed slightly and he pushed the young man away. “What are you doing?”
The young man sheepishly withdrew his hand. “Nothing, just pawing. After all, I’m a fox, it’s an animal instinct, an animal instinct.”
The monk: “…”
‘Is that pawing? You were sticking your hand inside my clothes!’
——————————
In the live broadcast room
[“Pawing”]
[What’s wrong with him? He’s just a cute fox, a fox with cold hands and feet that needs scratching.]
[Monk, I advise you not to be ignorant. Do you think you’re carrying an ordinary fox? This is the dream of three hundred thousand young boys and girls!]
[The monk is a bit clueless today. I hope God Xin will make him face the reality.]
[Today’s best: God Xin]
[Today’s worst: Monk]
—————————–
“Why did you try to jump into the river just now? Were you possessed?” The monk took two steps back, increasing the distance between them. He seriously examined the young man, confirming that he showed no signs of being possessed before he sighed in relief.
‘Strange, why am I sighing in relief?’
Baili Xin glanced at the bridge. “Ah, that… I didn’t want to jump into the river. I saw the same woman in red and with a white umbrella here earlier. She jumped off the bridge again just now. I just wanted to see if there was something where she jumped. I was myself just now, I have control over my body. Heh, heh.”
“…” The monk paused. “Then why did you throw yourself into my hands, saying you were scared?”
Bai Lixin rubbed his hands in embarrassment. “Well, you appeared suddenly and hugged me like a hooligan. Naturally, I got a fright. As a young master, I am not someone anyone can touch.”
The monk almost suffocated. “…”
‘So I am someone anyone can touch?!
Amitabha, Amitabha, I’m a monk; my six roots must be pure. I can’t let this fox demon lead me by the nose. Amitabha.’
“By the way, thank you for this afternoon.” The voice of the young man opposite brought the monk back to reality. “Thank you for becoming a drunkard and helping me out of the situation. Otherwise, I really didn’t know how to handle that bowl of divine meat.”
The monk was momentarily stunned. “It was just a small effort.”
“For you, it might have been a small effort, but for me, it might have been a lifesaving grace. I must repay this kindness.” The young man’s expression was unusually earnest.
The monk: “Benefactor, there’s no need.”
Bai Lixin: “I must; otherwise, this matter will become a demon in my heart, haunting my mind. I fear my future cultivation will be hindered.”
The monk asked helplessly, “Then how do you plan to repay me?”
