I thought it was an enemy of Immortal Liu or someone like that, when I heard a young man shouting from the door, "Is anyone there? Meituan delivery!!"
"Coming." Yu Longting strolled over to open the door. "Why knock so loudly, be careful or I'll give you a bad review."
"Esteemed customer! Why live in such a place, right in the middle of Mass Burial Mound? I almost peed myself walking here!" The young man took a bag of breakfast off his electric scooter, his face ashen, gasping for breath.
Yu Longting smiled faintly, "Personal preference, after all, I've been living here for a few hundred years..."
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The delivery guy, as fast as lightning, hopped onto his little electric donkey and fled for his life.
Seeing me come over, Yu Longting couldn't help but laugh. "With his courage, he wouldn't last a few hundred years, but not everyone who does is a ghost."
Poor guy, he must not have read his fortune today before taking this order.
Yu Longting took my cloth puppet and got a few drops of blood from Beichen.
The cloth puppet chattered away as it trotted along, leading us. "Beichen will take you to catch the villain."
"It's calling itself Beichen!" Xiao Li came downstairs to see us off and was dumbfounded.
I explained to Xiao Li, "The cloth puppet has Beichen's blood, which is essentially Beichen's Spiritual Sense attached to it, inheriting some of Beichen's personality."
We arrived outside Immortal Liu's house.
I said goodbye to Xiao Li.
She stayed at Immortal Liu's house to take care of Beichen.
The cloth puppet led the way, but the more I watched, the more it felt off. "Why are we heading towards the restaurant?"
When the cloth puppet reached the restaurant entrance, it sauntered into the restaurant.
"Su Xiaomin... hiding in a restaurant?" I was completely baffled.
Yu Longting's expression darkened as he denied it, "If Su Xiaomin could get in, Xuanjing wouldn't have sent Su Qiang to find you."
"So what's actually going on?" I followed Yu Longting, chasing after the Patchwork Man, and we arrived at the door to my mom's dormitory room.
The green, old-fashioned wooden door was tightly closed.
The little cloth puppet was hopping madly outside the door, jumping back and forth.
My heart leaped to my throat. "Su Xiaomin... has he kidnapped my mom?"
... Yu Longting's eyes exploded with a terrifying murderous intent like a shattered silver bottle.
He didn't hesitate for a moment and kicked the door open with one foot.
About a dozen people inside turned to look at us all at once.
The normally folded-up small round table was now placed in the center of the room.
An elderly man was sitting in front of the round table.
The rest of the people were all standing.
On the ground, someone was bound head to toe, covered in talismans.
And there was my mom, holding a kettle, pouring hot water into the teacups on the table.
Seeing the door fly open, she looked at me and Yu Longting in shock, her jaw nearly hitting the floor.
The little cloth puppet walked over to the thin and lanky middle-aged man kneeling on the ground. "This is the one! He put the Blood Curse on me! Bad guy, bad guy..."
The voice was milk-sweet, like a little boy's.
I didn't expect it. Beichen, such a stoic person.
His subconscious Spiritual Sense would be so...
In the silence, that voice was especially embarrassing.
Stunned, I struggled to regain my composure and awkwardly spoke up, "Um... Senior Lin Huan, you... what are you doing here? Mom, do you know Senior Lin Huan?"
"Lin Huan... Senior??" Lin Huan frowned, chewing over these words.
My mom put down the kettle, looking slightly uncomfortable, "Dad, Wanwan has never seen you before and didn't know your status, so that's why she addressed you like that. Please don't be angry."