Chapter Thirty-Eight: Spirit Symbol Turns to Ashes

  Hei Bai entered the store, first politely complimenting Liang Xin and Qing Mo on their excellent management skills, congratulating them on their thriving business.

  Qu Qingmo didn't have a good expression on his face, and coldly asked: "Two bosses visiting in the middle of the night, it's not to say auspicious words, is there something else you'd like to say?"

  Liang Xin nodded in agreement, while 'Yangjiao Cui' yawned widely with her mouth open.

  Hei Bai exchanged a glance, both of their faces flashing with a hint of embarrassment. Zhuang Bu Zhou habitually reached out to take the tea cup, only to realize that Liang Xin Qing had not prepared any for them.

  Zhuang Buzhou chuckled and rubbed his palms together, saying: "This... my brother and I have come to your doorstep with an unpleasant request."

  Song Gongjin immediately responded, "The business of the Gui Bao number is good, my brother and I can only follow along happily, however... those guests who come every day are all some good men from the rivers and lakes, they drink from dusk till deep into the night without stopping, and also make a lot of noise, this commotion really disturbs people."

  "Hei Wu Chang Zhuang didn't finish speaking, and the last smile said: "We two brothers came to the door, just wanting to discuss with the boss, you see, can those noble guests speak a little softer, try not to knock and hit again."

  Qing Mo's eyes were wide with anger, and he gritted out a few words from between his teeth: "You two are deliberately looking for trouble!"

  Bai Wuchang Song Gongjian seemed to have suffered a great injustice, and he hurriedly shook his head, saying slowly: "Look at what you're saying, neighbors should take care of each other, if my shop is making noise every midnight doing carpentry work, you can't stand it either."

  Liang Xin patted Qingmo's shoulder, indicating that she didn't need to get angry. He then smiled and shook his head at the two "uninvited ghosts": "You have coffins on the left and paper horses on the right, we can only beat the bench and pat the table, noisy words, we really can't do anything about it."

  Zhuang didn't frown, but instead smiled: "To be honest, with your two great talents, you can make a fortune anywhere, why bother being humble in Tongchuan..."

  Two neighbors, the shopkeepers, first invited Rijun to leave and slammed the table, now they see Liang Xin ignoring them, so they advise them to leave Tongchuan. Qu Qingmo was really annoyed by the two ghosts, and just as he was about to mock them, a "puff" sound suddenly came from the chests of Zhuang Zhou and Song Gongjian, and a burst of green smoke rose up.

  Zhuang Buzhou and Song Gongjian shouted in unison, jumping up hastily and patting their chests with their hands, while exchanging glances, their eyes filled with shock and terror!

  Liang Xin glanced at Qing Mo, who slightly shook his head, indicating that it wasn't his magic.

  Zhuang Buzhou's originally dark face had now turned completely pale, his right hand trembling as he pulled out a handful of ashes from his pocket. Song Gongjian was the same, his hands rummaging through his pockets before producing a handful of ash as well.

  Liang Xin was unclear about what had happened, but Qing Mo was shocked - this was a spell being broken, and the spirit talisman turning to ashes!

  Two ghosts each hid a talisman with magical powers in their bosoms, and the sudden appearance of that green smoke was a sign that the spell on the talismans had been broken.

  Suddenly, a string of clear but urgent bell sounds came from the coffin shop, only ringing for a few times before suddenly disappearing.

  Zhuang Buzhou and Song Gongjian were both stunned, as if the events that had just occurred had nothing to do with them. They simply lowered their heads, staring blankly at the ashes in their hands, muttering to themselves: "No...no way, it's impossible!" Cold sweat had already begun to seep from their foreheads.

  Liang Xin and Qu Qingmo's faces also darkened at the same time, both of them already understood what had happened.

  Even the sheep's horn crisp leaning against Qingmo's side, who was drowsy and about to fall asleep, suddenly opened its eyes and looked around vigilantly.

  Liang Xin and Xiao Gui had been together for four years, every time Xiao Gui appeared, it would stir up a chill. Not the real cold, but a feeling that could only be sensed but not expressed in words.

  Just a moment ago, this feeling suddenly appeared, the only difference being that this chill that pierced the heart was much stronger than when it showed up with the gentle breeze.

  There's a ghost nearby!

  Qu Qingmo sensed the presence of a ghost because he had heard the faint sound of a bell earlier, which was the mournful cry of the ordinary spirit-calming instrument, the Ruyi Golden Bell, before it shattered.

  Liang Xin turned his head and stared at Zhuang Buzhou's shoulder, asking in a stern tone: "What's going on?"

  The chill brought by the appearance of funeral objects, and the last mournful cry of the golden bell, all came from the coffin shop on the left side of the street.

  Zhuang Buzhou nodded numbly, his eyes filled with despair as he looked at Liang Xin and said: "You... you'd better run away quickly, it's escaped, it won't just take revenge on us, but will spare no living person."

  But Song Gongjian suddenly burst out laughing: "Run? Can you run away? The fierce ghost appears, haha, Old Zhuang, this time we've brought business to our own heads..."

  Two people were talking nonsense with a lost soul, a cold and cruel atmosphere had slowly drifted to the door of the house, and a gloomy ghost was hiding in the air, step by step approaching them.

  Song Gongjin collapsed onto the chair, his already pale face now covered with a layer of ash, muttering: "It's over... it's all over..."

  The most violent reaction was from the sheep's horn, Xiao Tianyuan suddenly sensed that something was wrong and stepped closer, immediately baring his teeth and rushing towards the door, running two steps back to look at Liang Xin who didn't follow, stunned for a moment then hurriedly ran back, quickly jumping onto Liang Xin's neck.

  A chilling, shrill laughter echoed from outside the door, sounding as if it was suffocating.

  Zhuang Buzhou couldn't help but let out a sly laugh: "Indeed, no one can escape, he's here..."

  At this time, a voice that sounded quite annoyed came from behind him: "Don't come in, I'm running a restaurant here. Guarding two funeral homes is already unlucky enough, if ghosts come in too, how can I do business?"

  Zhuang Buzhou's mouth was agape, his expression even more shocked than if he had seen a ghost. He turned around to see Liang Xin carrying the little monkey, frowning and staring out the door.

  Qing Mo smiled and looked at Song Gongjian, then at Zhuang Bu Zhou, imitating their calm tone from earlier, and said: "Two bosses, the shop is closed for the day, please come back early tomorrow!" As he spoke, he pretended to shoo them away... If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, Liang Xin really wanted to go out and invite a painter to come over, paint Zhuang Bu Zhou and Song Gongjian's current appearance, hang it on the wall and look at it every day, it was truly satisfying.

  As the dark air was about to engulf the sun, Liang Xin instructed Qing Mo: "Keep an eye on those two!" Then his body shook and he charged towards the evil creature like a ferocious leopard, without any hesitation.

  Liáng Xīn is least afraid of ghosts in this life.

  Demons are also alive, wanting to kill people requires strength, and not dying even more so!

  The things hidden in the dark wind are naturally extremely powerful to ordinary people, but compared to Liang Xin who has just barely entered the realm of sound and color, they are not worth mentioning.

  The first punch, the dark wind disperses, the fierce ghost appears, with a pale and mournful face.

  The second punch landed squarely on the heavenly spirit, and the fierce ghost didn't even have time to let out a miserable cry before being smashed into nothingness by the ruthless power of the Earthly Yellow Boundary!

  At this moment, a dull thud suddenly sounded from the corner of the street, and a figure stumbled and fell to the ground.

  Liang Xin had a strong foundation of true energy, and his eyesight was also exceptionally keen. Seeing the person who had fallen over, he exclaimed in surprise, "Old Cat?" As he spoke, he had already rushed over to help him up.

  The old cat's face turned pale and his body trembled like a sieve, looking at Liang Xin he forced himself to say: "H-how can there be ghosts?"

  Liang Xin smiled and helped him into the study.