he pursued."Lu Yao Fairy, please stay!"After the ripples met with Minmin and Wenlu, they nodded at the two, indicating that the matter had been taken care of. Mr. Pan also caught up to them."Thank y...After the ripples subsided, Musien fell seriously ill with a high fever of over forty degrees. He was delirious from the heat and his parents, realizing something was wrong, rushed him to the hospital. After a night of struggle, they finally brought down his temperature. However, after recovering, Musien became unusually quiet. He felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

But soon it will be time for school to start. Parents, not wanting to leave Mu Xi'an behind, bought plane tickets and accompanied him to report, starting his brand new college life.

This matter ripples still heard from Shiu.

Ripples, it seemed he had abandoned the memories of his past life.

The ripples were pruning tea flowers in the garden of her home and, upon hearing the stone mill's words, immediately said:

"This is a self-protective mechanism made by his own body instinctively, he himself doesn't dare to face it. It's better to forget, at least in this life he can live more easily, without living in guilt towards his original self."

"Aren't you saying this just to make him feel guilty"

"I admit it was intentional, and from what I've read in my memories, Mu Xian merely mistook his closeness to his master for love. Because of his exceptional talent and the favoritism shown by the original owner, he became so reckless."

He thought his master would fulfill his wish this time, but unfortunately, even masters have their own bottom lines to uphold. In the end, both of them ended up tragically.

Therefore, one should not be too attached.

It's not wrong to be persistent, and persistence isn't the same as being stubborn. There's a difference between the two.

Ripples said softly.

Suddenly, the miniature jade talismans she wore at her waist vibrated and emitted a red glow.

With a cold snort, Lian Yi raised her hand and held the formation disk in her palm:

"Finally, you're here!"

Then, he infused the spirit array with his spiritual energy, activating the deadly trapping formation.

Meanwhile, on the lake far within Myanmar, a increasingly thick white mist suddenly began to rise, engulfing a hazy figure in an instant. A shrill ghostly wail echoed out, and after a quarter of an hour, everything returned to calm. The entire lake remained hidden in the mist.

Tao Yong looked at the ghost card that had split open again, his face ashen. He had lost another ghost servant.

And at this moment, another ghost servant had returned, explaining the situation to his master:

"Master, the Ghost Child dares not approach Ziyu County. There is a very powerful aura there, and I fear being exposed."

But I overheard them saying that the person who took the mission was a rogue celestial master who infiltrated the team and blew himself up. The bodies of those who went missing have been transported back to a special institution. The little ghost child didn't dare follow, so he came back."

Tao Yong narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"Who forced that person to detonate themselves, did you hear"

"It's said to be another celestial master, but they didn't say who exactly."

The childlike phantom spoke timidly.

"I understand, you may go now!"

Tao Yong waved his hand, and the ghost child returned to the ghost card.

"Humph! Who is it! Keeps interfering with my plans!"

Tao Yong, enraged, knocked over the incense burner on his table. Before he could vent his anger fully, a knock came to his room door, in the rhythm of three, two, one.

He immediately composed himself, because this meant a customer was here for business.

He closed the door to the room where he kept his playing cards, and went to open the next one. Outside stood a middle-aged couple dressed very formally.

The man had gained some weight and was balding. He wore a black short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes. He had a string of obsidian bracelets on his wrist. Beside him stood a woman who was still graceful, wearing a black two-piece dress and a designer handbag on her arm. The jade jewelry she wore clearly cost a fortune.

Tao Yong's eyes flashed, and he politely opened his mouth:

"Hello! Is there something I can help you with"

"Excuse me, are you Master Tao"

"I am Tao Yong."

The middle-aged man and woman looked at each other, then the woman spoke first:

"Hello, Master Tao! We were introduced by Houdini, who said you could help us."

"Please come in."

When Tao Yong heard that the two were introduced by an old friend, he let them enter first.

Once inside, they discovered that this was the home of the famed potter. It was a stark contrast to the dilapidated exterior walls outside.

The living room is only about twenty square meters. There's a set of rosewood furniture, with tea set on the table. Many flowers and plants are placed on the sunny windowsill, making the whole living room vibrant and full of life.

"Please sit down."

Tao Yong wore a celadon Tang suit, looking very elegant. After brewing the tea, he poured two cups and smiled kindly, " "

"Have a cup of tea first to moisten your throats. Tell me what's on your mind slowly."

Thank you, Master Tao.

After a symbolic sip of tea, the man finally spoke.

"Master, my son died tragically and is still trapped in the villa, suffering every day. We have consulted several celestial masters hoping they could help free him and send his soul to a good rebirth."

Unfortunately, those people were incompetent. After seeing it, they said they were helpless and even claimed that my son was wicked and had taken lives, which is why he was being punished like this.

Only one Taoist told us that my son's soul was trapped by a high-ranking Taoist using an array. They didn't dare to break the other party's formation.

Before the man could finish his words, a middle-aged woman beside him eagerly chimed in:

"Master Tao, we have been eagerly awaiting your words. Your profound cultivation is renowned throughout the community, and few can match your skill. That's why we came to you personally for help."

As long as Master can help my son escape from suffering and reincarnate into a wealthy family, we are willing to pay any amount of money.

It's a bit tacky to talk about money, but I know what you desire now. Tell me about your son first.

"My son's name is Zhang Zhe. He's usually very well-behaved, because my family is wealthy and influential, so many girls fawn over him."

As soon as the woman heard Master Tao's tone, she knew there was something to this. She immediately began talking about her son, of course, without mentioning his fondness for killing girls.

But who is Tao Yong He could guess with his toes that someone who was punished by the celestial master but not destroyed by his peers must have been this Zhang Zhe who insulted the celestial master. And Zhang Zhe himself was no good, so even if he was punished, no one would come to his aid.

However, for someone who is so wicked and cruel, having their soul refined into a ghost servant after death would be very beneficial to him, so he was prepared to take on this deal.

"You all have kind hearts, but I need to go there and see for myself to understand the situation. To free your son, I also need to perform a spell on site."

"Of course, we'll send a car to pick up Master Tao tomorrow."

The man, knowing that the other party had taken the deal, immediately said.

"Okay, come pick me up at 10 am tomorrow."

Things had been settled. The woman, very understanding, took out two banknotes from her purse and said politely:

"Master Tao, it was a lot of trouble for you to make this trip. We know that talking about money is crass, but we also know the rules. This is our small token of appreciation, as a contribution towards your travel expenses."

This time Tao Yong didn't refuse. Taking people's money to eliminate their disasters, that's what he earns.to death everyone they see. Another group of unmasked people fight back and retreat, protecting a man and a woman in the center. Each of them holds a baby in their arms. The cries of the babies never...