The driver was taken aback, "Lady, are you... Are you feeling unwell, should we go to the hospital?"
Black Wind came back to her senses, put away her phone, and wiped her tears, "Master, please take me to Shanshui Garden, thank you."
The driver gave her a concerned look and drove off.
"Ancestor, she still hasn’t replied to my message." Two minutes had passed since Xia Xin sent the message, but he hadn’t received a reply from Black Wind.
Xia Xin was somewhat worried.
Jiangli sat up cross-legged and said, "It’s fine, she has already chosen."
Xia Xin and Lin Yurong both looked at her in unison.
Xia Xin excitedly asked, "Chosen what?"
Jiangli stroked her chin, teasing deliberately, "Chosen what... Why should I tell you?"
Xia Xin: "...No, Ancestor, you can’t just leave me hanging like that."
Jiangli laughed lightly, "You’ll know tomorrow, stop asking, read the next one, there are still three people left."
Xia Xin and Lin Yurong, left hanging: "..."
One human and one ghost, both gave Jiangli a deeply resentful look.
But Jiangli, as if she hadn’t noticed, urged them on, "Hurry up!"
Xia Xin, with righteous anger but too scared to express it, reluctantly flipped through his phone and started reading the next private message.
Most people in this world love money, power, and love, the three of them.
The next three private messages were either asking for wealth or love.
And all came with birth charts.
Jiangli calculated each one and told Xia Xin to send a reply.
Just as Xia Xin finished replying, his phone rang.
"Two Tigers, Two Tigers, run so fast—"
Hearing this ringtone, Jiangli’s brows twitched.
Xia Xin glanced at the caller ID, "Ancestor, it’s Young Master Yao’s call!"
He had previously sent a voice message, and now he was making a phone call.
He must have gotten out.
Xia Xin hurriedly answered, "Hello, Young Master Yao."
Yao Xuanhang’s voice came through from the other side, a bit muffled but filled with excitement.
"We’re out! Abbot, we’ve managed to escape from the Ghost Wall and are on our way back to the city!"
Xia Xin said, "Congratulations, congratulations. Hurry back and rest, the Abbot already knows."
Yao Xuanhang was particularly excited, "Thank you, Abbot. If not for you today, I might’ve been trapped in the Ghost Wall forever!"
Jiangli threw cold water, "Don’t celebrate too soon; someone is deliberately trying to harm you. You’ve only overcome a temporary difficulty, the real challenge lies ahead. First, find a place to rest, and come to Jiaoyang Temple tomorrow."
Yao Xuanhang’s voice immediately sank, become somewhat deflated and aggrieved, "Alright, I got it, Abbot. We’ll head to Jiaoyang Temple first thing tomorrow!"
"You’re always welcome," Xia Xin took over the conversation, comforted Yao Xuanhang, and urged him to find a place to get some rest before hanging up.
Yao Xuanhang put down his phone and exchanged a glance with Cui Wenzhe, both of them heaving a sigh of relief.
They hadn’t expected that an international gesture of friendship could actually get them out of the Ghost Wall.
Cui Wenzhe had originally thought Jiangli was just fooling around with them, but now it seemed the lolita Abbot truly had some abilities.
Cui Wenzhe was convinced.
"Ancestor, there’s not much happening now." Xia Xin set down his phone and also breathed a sigh of relief, "The drawing is over, Young Master Yao is fine too, can we rest now?"
Jiangli glanced at the time, indeed it was getting late, "Okay, you go back to your room."
Xia Xin eagerly grabbed the bowl of instant noodles and stepped out, dutifully closing the door behind Jiangli.
Jiangli picked up the phone Xia Xin had left by the bed again, but instead of resting, she picked up the phone and found Fu Shiyan’s contact information.