"Yeah, but I still don't want to listen to the mountain ghost," Xijun muttered.
Song Wanyi slightly raised her delicate head, looking as though she didn't want me listening to her either. Jiang Han sat cross-legged on the ground, watching Xijun and me converse with great interest. Perhaps to him, this was nothing more than idle family chatter, hardly a conflict at all.
"Fine, don't listen, then. But from now on, you all have to respect, love, trust, and help one another. Otherwise, I'll be caught in the middle." I sighed. Xijun's temper was no different from a child's. She did many things according to her own whims. Children were always somewhat selfish, and it was perfectly normal for them to be unwilling to share certain things.
"Okay. Then, Big Brother, I wonder if my bracelet has arrived yet?" Xijun asked about the Ruyi bracelet sold by Nong Guofu, her eyes full of anticipation.
"I'll go pick it up in a while. Once it arrives, I'll put it on you." I said this as I struggled to my feet. This wasn't a place to linger, either. Fan Xuwen had nearly killed me. There might well be someone behind him pulling the strings.
If Fan Xuwen hadn't merely been seeking revenge for his disciple and partner, the Walking Corpse craftsman Zhu Yuping, did he have some other purpose in targeting me?
The thought made my face pale. I glanced around, and only after finding no sign of anyone did I relax. I walked over to Fan Xuwen, yanked off his bundle, and rummaged through it.
There was nothing left inside except some blue talismans and ritual salt.
I took out my phone and dialed Zhang Dongliang with a grim face. "Elder Zhang, that wasn't very honorable of you, was it? I