Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Seeing her turn away, Lin Jiu didn't say anything else. He quickly took the cinnabar and the brush and drew a talisman on Qiu Sheng's chest to dispel evil spirits. While drawing, he cursed in his heart:

You little rascal, you're becoming more and more naughty day by day. Now this time, you've been bewitched by a female ghost.

Tsk, just looking at the way he usually follows Jingzhi around, you can tell that he has a weak control over women.

Moreover, although this brat usually has a good sleep quality, it is not so bad that his master would draw talismans on him for a long time, but he would be like a dead pig and not move at all. This happened several times.

Thinking of this, Lin Jiu finished drawing the talisman and looked at his face again.

There is dark circles under the eyes, pale lips, dark energy lingering between the eyebrows, and a peach blossom face.

You little bastard, you dare to accept the Peach Blossom Ghost. You must have done it more than once. Aren’t you afraid of dying of exhaustion?

Lin Jiu cursed in his heart, but then he remembered that this was his apprentice. In the end, he couldn't bear it and could only sigh. His sword-like eyebrows were twisted into a knot. He used a little force in his hands to pull up the two hems of his clothes hanging on the side and buttoned them up one by one.

Qiu Sheng just let him pull. When Lin Jiu moved, he hummed lightly and turned sideways, pressing the hem of his clothes and one of his master's hands under his body.

As if sensing something, Qiu Sheng picked up Lin Jiu's hand and rubbed it against his cheek, muttering as he did so: "Xiao Yu, your hand is so slippery~"

Lin Jiu was so angry that he pulled the "tainted" hand out with great force.

Good boy, you're still not awake?!

The buttons in Lin Jiu's hand were pinched flat. He didn't want to button them for the brat, but when he thought that the female ghost might come to bother him again, he closed his eyes, suppressed his anger and worry, gritted his teeth and buttoned the whole row of buttons.

Then he stood up with great force and took two steps back, fearing that if he was any slower, his clenched fist would hit Qiu Sheng's buttocks as he lay on his side.

"Ajiu?" Jingzhi called softly.

She was a little confused as to why there was no sound behind her. She could only hear Lin Jiu's slightly rapid breathing and the sound of crackling.

She rolled up a strand of hair in front of her chest and asked hesitantly:

"Are you angry? Qiu Sheng is handsome and eloquent, isn't it normal for a girl to like him? But doing that before getting married is a bit too much..."

Lin Jiu glanced at her back and found that she was leaning against the doorpost in a crooked manner. He was also very angry.

"Stand still!"

Jingzhi was startled and supported herself on the pillar with her elbows, then quickly stood up and slid away. However, she was still very curious, so she glanced around, but she didn't dare turn around without his consent.

She thought, he hasn't fallen in love with her yet, and she couldn't look at other men's naked bodies, which would make him even more displeased.

"Are you ready? Can I turn around now?"

“…Turn around.”

Seeing her kicking the doorpost beside her with her toes out of curiosity, Lin Jiu wanted to laugh. The anger that Qiu had caused was inexplicably relieved a little.

Jingyi turned around and saw Qiu Sheng had changed his sleeping position again. He was curled up like a boiled shrimp, with his hands as his pillow, and he was still mumbling something.

She moved her ears and listened attentively.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, your skin is so smooth."

Tsk tsk tsk, it’s unbearable to listen to.

Suddenly, her whole body froze. After two seconds, she came to her senses and quickly went over to grab Lin Jiu, saying with a worried look on her face:

"Uncle Jiu, he's calling me Xiaoyu. He was acting a little strange when we were setting up the plum blossom incense array... I saw the grave where he burned incense, and the name was Dong Xiaoyu. Could it be..."

Lin Jiu slowly pulled out the sleeve she was holding, took a step back, and then sighed and said:

"Alas, you're right... I'm afraid the ghost girl won't just let it go."

He remembered something, sighed again, lowered his eyes, turned sideways, and muttered softly: "At this moment..."

Jingzhi saw him frowning, and she frowned too.

One hand raised up involuntarily, and rubbed the wrinkles between his eyebrows in the air, as if this could relieve his worries.

Seeing her strange movements, his worries were suddenly interrupted:

"what are you doing?"

Jingzhi withdrew her hand, twisted her fingers and whispered:

"Nothing, don't worry, just let me do anything you want."

She looked at his swollen eyelids from not sleeping all night, and felt a little distressed, so she took another small step forward and said:

"Why don't you go get some sleep? I'll call you after lunch is ready."

Lin Jiu was a little hesitant. His two untalented apprentices happened to be in trouble at the same time, and there was no one to help them. He felt embarrassed to let a girl do it alone.

Seeing his brows furrowed again, Jingzhi had no idea what he was going to say, and she didn't care about whether to touch him or not. She walked around behind him and pushed him out the door, trying to find reasons to dispel his worries:

"Old Master Ren still has to rely on you to eliminate him. If you get sleepy by then, we're all doomed. Go to sleep and get some rest... You haven't finished drawing the talisman yet, and your eyes are swollen. You won't even be able to see the words by then."

After being pushed two meters by her, Lin Jiu felt a burning sensation on his back where her palms touched. He subconsciously turned around and broke away from her contact.

Jingzhi lost her strength and fell forward. She watched the gray floor getting closer and closer to her, but she didn't want to do anything.

She wanted to see if Lin Jiu would save her.

She can accept it whether you put your arm around her waist, pull her arms, or hold her shoulders.

Just as the corners of her mouth gradually rose, a calf suddenly hit her shoulder.

Her smile froze, and she turned her head to see Lin Jiu half-crouching down, holding onto the door. He exerted force with his calf, and Jingzhi leaned back under the force. The force was neither too strong nor too weak, but it was just enough for her to stand up straight.

He retracted his foot, slowly stood up, looked at her with some complexity, turned around and walked towards his room.

This shouldn't be the case. She's so skilled, how could she be unable to stand steadily? Even if she fell, she should have many ways to steady herself...

Could it be——

Lin Jiu suddenly remembered the nail marks on Qiu Sheng's body and the two strawberry marks on his neck. He also remembered the smile on Jingzhi's lips and the inexplicable expectation in her eyes. If it was her feelings for him...

Tsk, can’t think about it.

Lin Jiu shuddered all over, tightened his half-open collar, and returned to his room even faster.

The door was closed tightly and a wooden bolt was inserted.

Normally, if Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were alone, he would just close the door but not lock it. But today, he inexplicably felt a sense of crisis...

Jingzhi stood behind a pillar not far from his door, clinging to it and peeking while whispering:

"Tsk... lock the door! I'm not a ghost, I won't suck your yang energy! Why are you shaking? Humph!"