This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

While An Ling and Xie Kuorong were talking, Ji Shengchu had already woken up but was still pretending to be asleep.

In the mind of the Great Bei Emperor, whether it was the conversation between the two or the current environment he was in, everything was like a raging wave, constantly impacting his heart.

Who are they?

How is Dabei now?

Where am I?

And... "Talented people emerge in every generation, and each of them leads the trend for hundreds of years." Could this be the so-called "talented person"?

Too many questions lingered in Ji Shengchu's mind, and even he could not digest them completely immediately. But in the moment he woke up, he subconsciously hid himself and waited for the opportunity.

"You are smarter than me," Xie Kurong said, "come to me if you need anything."

An Ling smiled and said, "Of course, Master. After you finish dealing with things here, you are welcome to come to our Hedao League for some guidance!"

Xie Kurong chuckled, neither agreeing with An Ling nor refuting, but just glanced in the direction of Ji Shengchu without leaving a trace, and said to An Ling: "Our guest seems to have woken up."

An Ling looked at Ji Shengchu's even breathing frequency. At first, she was confused by Xie Kuorong's reminder. It was not until she opened her eyes that she found that Ji Shengchu's soul had already returned to its place, and its soul appeared an active orange color.

When did he wake up?

An Ling looked at Xie Kurong, who was as silent as ever, and understood.

After all, this is Xie Kurong's territory. Naturally, their actions cannot be hidden from the owner of this place. No matter how Ji Shengchu pretends, Xie Kurong has already seen through it.

An Ling smiled and said, "Mr. Ji, are you awake? Can we chat?"

Ji Shengchu knew that he couldn't pretend any longer, so he sighed, opened his amber eyes, stood up from the ground, and said to the two in a calm but unquestionable voice: "So, this is your way of entertaining guests?"

Ji Shengchu was tied up with hemp ropes all over his body. Jiu Xiaozi had just exorcised the evil spirit for him, so naturally he would not be given a chance to struggle. Therefore, the ropes were tied very tightly. Ji Shengchu used all his strength, but he could only sit up from the ground to look more decent.

"Mr. Ji may not know," An Ling explained, "When you just woke up, you were still sharing your body with dozens of ghosts. We resorted to this desperate measure to prevent them from harming your body. How do you feel now?"

While the two men saw through Ji Shengchu, Ji Shengchu was also observing them.

The man was wearing a black robe and a skull mask on his face, leaving only a pair of ferocious eyes to communicate with the outside world. There were two steel forks hanging on his waist, which looked like strange weapons. The woman was wearing a navy blue cloth robe and carrying a long sword with a black sheath on her back. She looked young, with an oval face and big eyes, and a fake smile, with no emotion visible between her brows.

These two people are cultivators, but we don’t know which sect they are from, or whether they are from the immortal sect.

Ji Shengchu's mind was full of thoughts, but he didn't show any of them on his face. He said, "If that's the case, then please untie me first. It's so shameless to do this!"

An Ling's mind was in a tizzy and she didn't move for a moment.

Xie Kurong said directly: "An Ling, go and untie it."

After Xie Kuorong spoke, An Ling stopped thinking about him and stepped forward to untie the ropes that bound Ji Shengchu. Ji Shengchu stared at An Ling with hawk-like eyes, as if trying to find a flaw in her, but An Ling was as polite as ever. After untying the ropes, she was very considerate and helped the old zombie sit on the chair.

Afterwards, no one spoke first.

In the end, it was the wise and prudent emperor who took control of the initiative. Ji Shengchu smiled at the two men without showing any fear, "My two heroes, can you explain something to me?"

Now that he was living under someone else's roof, Ji Shengchu changed the way he referred to himself from "I" to "I".

"Mr. Ji," An Ling did not address him as the Immortal Emperor or His Majesty, but used the equal term "Mr." She continued, "Now, the Yin-Yang Gate is open for unknown reasons. I would like to ask you, how should I close this gate?"

Ji Shengchu sat in a domineering manner. He made this worn-out wooden chair look like a dragon throne. He leaned back slightly, pursed his lips, and asked, "You woke me up just for a question like this?"

"Forgive my stupidity." An Ling said.

Ji Shengchu smiled and said, "You exchange questions for questions, and answers for answers. Do you want to get something for nothing? You are looking down on me a little too much."

"What does the gentleman want to know?"

"Is Hu still alive?" Ji Shengchu's first and most important question was to inquire about Hu's life or death. An Ling answered without any hesitation, "Alive."

Hearing that Hu was still alive, Ji Shengchu seemed relieved. He answered directly: "The Yin-Yang Gate connects the Yin and Yang worlds. It is the most important and the most insignificant gateway. Since you are willing to find a way to close this gate, you must be kind people. I will teach you how to close the gate."

Ji Shengchu said seriously: "First, we need to find the projection of the Yin-Yang Gate in the Yang World, and then set up an altar there and perform a ritual."

“Second, find a living person, a living cow, a living pig, and a living sheep born on the fifteenth day of the seventh month. Take a human brain, a cow heart, a pig lung, and a sheep stomach. Arrange them according to the four directions of the spirit-suppressing positions. Then use the evil spirits that are haunted by resentment as a guide to make the projection of the Yin-Yang Gate appear in the world of the living.”

"Third, two monks are needed to chant the spell at the gate of the Yin and Yang worlds at the same time."

"From now on, the Yin-Yang Gate can be closed."

After hearing this, An Ling secretly cursed Ji Shengchu for being shameless. It was almost the same as not saying anything, and he even pretended to be moved by them. Ugh!

"What? Are you not satisfied?" Ji Shengchu looked at the two silent people and smiled, "If you can answer more questions, I can tell you the details."

Great, so you’re waiting here!

Xie Kuorong took a step forward, and the steel fork with a cold glow was already across Ji Shengchu's neck. He threatened in a cold voice: "This is not your Da Bei. If you play tricks again..." He pressed the steel fork down hard, but Ji Shengchu didn't even blink, staring at Xie Kuorong and smiling. In his smile, there was only immense self-confidence, as if he was sure that Xie Kuorong would never dare to do anything to him.

An Ling thought: "This Immortal Emperor is really troublesome, but we can't touch him. He won't take it if we force him. He knows that we dare not really kill him! Then we can only..."

She pressed Xie Kurong's hand down and said to Ji Shengchu, "Mr. Ji, we are not in a hurry. You can recall it slowly here."

Now it was Xie Kuorong's turn to be surprised. How could he not be anxious about such an urgent matter?

An Ling held Xie Kurong and continued, "Mr. Ji, if you need anything, please tell us. He hasn't woken up for a long time, so we won't bother you any more. Goodbye."

An Ling and the other person came outside the house and set up a barrier to have a secret talk.

Xie Kurong asked: "Are you really not in a hurry?"

"I'm so anxious that I almost pry his mouth open." An Ling said, "But Mr. Ji is soft-hearted, so we have to think of a way."

Just then, Yaxun came over from a distance humming a song, holding a small flower between her fingers, and seemed to be in a good mood.

An Ling and Xie Kurong looked at each other.