Wooden box

uchang throw me into Huangliang Well!" I feel like an ant, being toyed with by these gods.Jiang Qiyun put me on the edge of the bed and smiled, "What's wrong Are you angry"I... I really want to be ang...I craned my neck to look down the hallway. The yin and yang placement in this house was always meticulous, paying attention to things like channeling energy, blocking direct lines of sight, and warding off negative influences.

Where did this little thing come from

A raspy meow came from Old Lady Wu’s courtyard. The cat was vicious, and its cries echoed through the night like a baby’s wail, piercingly loud.

I stepped out of the room and came to the door of the Lang wolf's room. I gently twisted the doorknob.

There was nothing abnormal inside. Tan Lang was sleeping soundly in his small bed. I tiptoed behind him and as I covered him with a blanket, I took a glance at his face—nothing unusual.

It's strange for him to be abnormal. This child has a particularly strong life force and extraordinary talent. Yin evil finds it hard to get close to him.

"Whoosh..." A faint sound came from outside. I rushed out to take a look, and saw that the talisman hanging on the curtain leading to the balcony was fluttering slightly.

That little thing wants to run

The cat's cries in the backyard grew more desperate. A line of ghostly soldiers stood at the side gate of my back alley, but they dared not enter.

One by one they stood in the alley like hired hands, I have to get them out of here first.

I leaned against my waist as I walked downstairs. When I reached the door to my dad's room on the second floor, I heard him muttering. I knocked and asked, "Dad What's wrong"

My dad didn't answer me. This old man must be playing games with his headphones on again. I twisted open the door and saw him wearing floral shorts similar to my brother's, sitting in front of the computer, with headphones on his head. He turned his head to look at me when he heard the door creak open.

"Xiao Qiao, what's wrong"

“I want to ask you what’s wrong.” I stared at his computer screen speechless.

"Hey! I can't play anymore! Elementary school kids are too much! I can't play, I can't play!" he huffed.

I rolled my eyes and reminded him, "There seems to be a little something at home. Don't let it into your room."

"It's fine, I can't get in here anyway. I don't care. Damn it, this teammate is such a pig, he screwed me over…" He put his headphones back on.

What ghosts and goblins Not one LOL matters! This old man is just so willful.

I closed the door and went into the courtyard. I opened the security window of the back door.

A sinister official immediately stepped forward and said, "My Lady... there seems to be something amiss inside. But Your Majesty has forbidden us from rashly entering your residence. Would you like us to go in and help drive it away"

I looked at the rows of grim soldiers outside, looking like they were hired help. I silently thought to myself, "You guys standing at my doorstep just look even more pathetic. There's only a small thing in my house. With all of you coming in, how many days will it take for the negative energy inside to dissipate"

"No need, I—"

Before I could finish, there was a sound of shattering coming from the kitchen behind me. Then Old Lady Wu's black cat shot in like lightning, followed by shrill meows and the crashing of dishes that made my head spin.

"It's fine, just stay out here and watch. I'll handle this myself... Don't linger in the alleyway, there are other civilians passing by here. You don't want to scare them." I waved my hand at Yin Li.

The ghosts obeyed the order and returned to their respective positions. From Old Mrs. Wu’s room came two coughs: “Girl, it’s so late and you’re making so much noise, quiet that thing down.”

"Yes..." I walked towards the kitchen. How many bowls had I broken in this house

Before I could even reach the kitchen, a black cat suddenly burst into the shop chasing something, leaving black paw prints all over the floor.

I returned to the shop, shut the back door, and stuck on a talisman.

This little thing is darting all over the place, and I can only slowly shrink the circle around it. I don't have the energy to chase it everywhere.

On the counter lay a wooden box, which my brother had used today to cover up that smelly pouch. Could this little thing have been secretly left inside the box back then

I heard the sound of cats fighting coming from upstairs, and when I went up to take a look, I almost fainted!

Pavement-covering black handprints and footprints, imprinted on the walls and floor!

The cat's spirit was too fierce, scratching that little thing to flee everywhere. Sadly, every door and window in my house has a gossip curtain, so it can't get out.

They went all the way up to the third floor, and with a crash, knocked down a painting on the wall. This woke up the greedy wolf. As soon as he opened the door, the black handprint quickly crawled towards him——

I stood at the foot of the stairs, my fingers forming the binding seal, ready to trap him.

The Wolf slept with one eye open, instinctively sensing danger. He kicked out with his foot and sent the thing flying!

This guy... is his physique natural I looked at the towering, burly Wolf with a hint of terror.

"Master uncle, are you exercising by climbing the stairs so late" Tanlang rubbed his eyes and asked me.

I didn't have time to answer him, and the thing he kicked flew across the floor and crawled up to me. When its handprint stopped a foot away from my foot, the ring on my hand suddenly burst into red light, startling me.

With a loud crash, the decoration in the corner of the staircase was shattered.

It, it... It hurts so much…

I quickly soothed my stomach. A cry came from the hallway, faint but sharp, circling in my head like a mosquito, irritating and unsettling.

With my index finger, I pinched under the nail of that middle finger and muttered a ghost-calming incantation. I couldn't even bring myself to use a binding spell on him.

A black shadow gradually appeared in the corner, holding its head and crying. The black cat saw it and immediately bristled, letting out a fierce hiss and pouncing to scratch at it.

"Greed Wolf," I beckoned to the child, "Take the kitten back to the old woman. It's too noisy."

The Wolf, without a word, picked up the black cat by its scruff and went downstairs. — This little guy was born for this business; he's going to be a formidable figure in the future.

I strained to lower myself down and asked the shadow, "Little one, what's it like being in 'the haunted house' Are you scared"

That shadowy figure was sobbing uncontrollably, looking like a young child's ghost. It was covered in wounds from the black cat's claws, and the cat seemed to be playing with its prey rather than killing it outright, or else its hands and feet would have been severed already.

Outside, there are ghostly soldiers; inside...inside are all our ancestors.

My dad thinks he's bothering him while he plays games, my grandma thinks it's too noisy, the stray dog sleeps all day and night, the black cat sees him as a toy, and the baby in my belly even waits for him to get close before kicking him away.

There's one big ancestor who hasn't arrived yet, otherwise this little ghost would be frightened to death.

Is this little imp being raised

Zhao Chen's ex-girlfriend went on a Southeast Asian trip with a Hong Kong businessman. Is she raising ghosts just to become famous

"Did you turn on your master" I asked.

The little imp huddled into a tiny ball, baring a mouthful of black teeth: “She wouldn’t feed me and was going to throw me away... If I didn't succeed, she would give me to this man, wanting me to continue clinging to him. This man accepted me, but he also wanted to get rid of me…”

It seems Zhao Chen and his ex-girlfriend both offended the taboo of little ghosts. They didn't give him human blood to consume and abandoned him afterwards. Isn't this courting death Do they really think raising something doesn't require a price

Each person's fortune varies, but those with shallow virtue still yearn for abundant blessings. They can only resort to crooked paths and risk their lives. Raising ghosts is the most favored way for people who take shortcuts because ghosts lack moral judgment and will do whatever their master commands them.

"...Mu Xia Qiao."

The Emperor's impatient voice sounded behind me—

>pect the master to be you. When we get back, let's go through eighth-grade readings together, and I'll buy you a full set of textbooks for ninth grade!"I rubbed my hands together, thinking about culti...