Mystic Light Extermination

A-Yu carried the Heavenly Woman on her back and looked at Li Banfeng as she edged toward the window step by step. "Little brother, you've thought it through well, but I can't become your Home Spirit."

Li Banfeng fetched a chair and sat inside the wooden house, looking up at A-Yu. "Why can't you be my Home Spirit?"

"I was originally someone else's Home Spirit. I have a House Cultivator at home." A-Yu looked back at the Heavenly Woman.

Li Banfeng tipped up his hat brim. "Sister, I've been a House Cultivator for so many years. I understand the rules. In my own house, I called your name, and you answered. As long as your House Cultivator doesn't object, that means your Home Spirit has been transferred. It's nailed to the board—what else is there to say?"

A-Yu pressed her lips together and looked again at the Heavenly Woman behind her. "She actually doesn't agree."

"Have her say something." Li Banfeng made a perfectly reasonable request.

A crowd of voices shouted beside A-Yu's ears:

"That's right, let her say something!"

"If she can't even speak, she's obviously dead."

"Her House Cultivator is dead, so what is she still quibbling over? Isn't she just an ownerless Home Spirit?"

"If we take you in, that's your good fortune!"

"That's right! Don't fail to appreciate kindness!"

A-Yu's hearing was poor, and most of the voices sounded blurry to her.

Why was this house so strange?

Not only was it strange, but A-Yu could sense something else: this house had gone a long time without being maintained.

A house that no one maintained would be rather sluggish. If she ran now, she should still have a chance to escape.

"Seventh Brother, listen to me. I'm grateful that you brought me to Gourd Village. I'll