Chapter 28: Which is True and Which is False

  A Zi trembled and stretched out her hand to pinch her own face, staring incredulously at the wooden door that had just been shouting. "What the hell?!!"

  You've got to be kidding... The conditions for a hundred-year-old mansion to produce a house spirit are extremely harsh, let alone two. Even in places with abundant spiritual energy, only thousand-year-old mansions can give birth to twins, and according to the massive database of Penglai, there have been only two recorded cases so far.

  "What are you looking at? Haven't seen a house spirit as handsome as me before!!" The wooden door was extremely unwilling to give up, finally someone (whatever creature they were, as long as they were alive) had noticed his existence, how could he let it go.

  "I don't know, without changing shape, just relying on this door... how can it be related to the handsome one?" The boss finally came into interest, propping up his head with one hand and slightly raising his body, looking at the self-talking house spirit, no, wooden door with great interest.

  "I want to be sharp and angular, I want to be square and upright, what's not handsome about that?"

  Nonsense, which door doesn't have corners and edges, or is square and rectangular. Ah Zi silently rolled her eyes and wisely didn't interrupt Wooden Door's self-indulgent fantasy.

  The boss looked up and down at the wooden door, and before long, he actually smiled. But when he opened his mouth, it was a sentence that almost made the wooden door vomit blood to death, if it had any blood left to spit out. "Excuse me for taking back my previous words, you didn't fail to transform, but rather when you transformed... hmm, something went slightly wrong."

  Hasn't anyone ever told you not to tear open someone's wound in front of others, or you'll be condemned by heaven!! The wooden door shook even more violently, but after a burst of frantic noise, there wasn't the slightest hint of argument.

  A Zi sympathetically glanced at the wooden door, suddenly feeling that something was not quite right. If the wooden door was the house spirit of this old mansion, then who was the little house spirit?

  "Who knows, maybe doing business doesn't necessarily require paying attention to who your customers are?" The boss lazily yawned and buried himself in the comfortable blankets, hoping to catch a few more winks. Hopefully he could still get some sleep, as Xun Qing that kid definitely wouldn't be able to get up today, now he just hoped Zhang Zhaoyan wasn't so oblivious.

  A Zi covered her mouth, slowly realizing that she had just said out loud what was on her mind, and couldn't help but feel a few more points of embarrassment. Looking at the still swaying red wooden door, she inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy.

  Mùtóu mén felt that he had suffered the greatest blow in his life, and was secretly drawing circles in his heart, but still hoped that the little doll would pay more attention to him... As for the man lying in bed, hum!!

  "Do you know Fang Xiaoling?" Ah Zi indeed did not disappoint, lowering her voice and lightly tapping on the horizontal beam of the door.

  "Of course." Mù Tóu Mén thought he should behave normally (arrogantly), but couldn't help being distracted by the little doll's twinkling eyes, "Cough... I know her, she doesn't know me, or maybe she doesn't even know I exist."

  A Zi continued to exert his "advantages" without reservation, anyway he couldn't sleep now, so listening to some gossip was fine. "I transformed... uh... something unexpected happened, my spiritual power fluctuated very weakly, almost no living thing could sense my existence, except for you guys." Mu Tou Men's mood was quite low, but at least someone was willing to listen to his complaints, "Fang Xiao Ling is the strongest spiritual presence in this old mansion, but I always feel... uh, I don't like her."

  He gazed at her with a mixture of astonishment and incredulity. Although he hadn't known Fang Xiaoling for long, he could tell that she was a likable person, gentle but not weak-willed, with a determination and perseverance that touched people's hearts. Even knowing the outcome, even if that happiness seemed so distant, he still deeply hoped that Fang Xiaoling could obtain her own share of happiness.

  "How to put it, there's something bad in the aura she emits. Fierce, bloody, and sometimes I can even hear something wailing and screaming loudly..." The wooden door seemed to sink into some very bad memories, speaking more and more slowly, "At that time, when she passed by me, I was scared out of my wits, thinking she was a malevolent spirit from hell. From then on, I never dared to get close to her again. Later, looking at her from afar several times, thinking carefully, it should be something else bringing an additional effect, not her herself. Anyway, I don't want to get close to her again, back then I even thought she would tear me apart and swallow me whole."

  A Zi furrowed her brow and remained silent, things had already deviated from the original expected direction, with a strong feeling of foreboding...