That day, when she and Ma Xiaoling went to pick up Jiang Hao, they ran into some punks at a roadside stall. The sight of Jiang Hao, a Daoist in a Daoist robe, wielding a folding stool and beating those punks senseless was deeply etched into Wang Zhenzhen's mind.
She had always been a good girl, and the impact of that moment had been immense.
Especially the words Jiang Hao had said then: "You are my friend, so I have a responsibility to protect you."
They had made her heart tremble.
That night after they returned, Zhenzhen even dreamed of the man's figure.
She knew Jiang Hao was staying at Ma Xiaoling's home, but she did not dare show anything. When she heard Ma Xiaoling say today that Jiang Hao was coming over, she was thrilled and hurried into her room to dress up.
Now, hearing her mother say that Daoists could not have girlfriends, she suddenly felt a crushing disappointment.
Right, she had forgotten. Daoists could not have girlfriends.
Ma Xiaoling drove toward Wang Zhenzhen's home, with Jiang Hao in the passenger seat. He casually asked, "You caught that lecherous ghost. What are you planning to do with it, keep it trapped forever?"
"Of course not. I'll send it to Uncle Qiu later and have him perform a ritual to send the ghost on."
"You don't know this, but although I make quite a bit of money catching ghosts, half of it goes to Uncle Qiu. There are Dao Talismans, equipment, and the costs of performing the rites."
"And tomorrow, I'll have to make a special trip to send this lecherous ghost to Uncle Qiu." Ma Xiaoling complained.
Jiang Hao smiled. "Why make it so troublesome? Pull over by the roadside, and I'll send him on now."
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