The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

The Zhangs stood outside the ancestral hall, their faces etched with nervousness and unease. Zhaodi, dressed in red, stood before them, her gaze cold, yet within her depths, a hint of human warmth seemed to remain. The Zhangs finally relaxed a little, realizing that Zhaodi had not completely lost her humanity.

Old man Zhang lowered his head, his tone filled with guilt, as if every word carried a heavy burden. He slowly said, "Zhao Di, can we sit down and talk?" His voice echoed in the quiet courtyard, seeming particularly heavy.

"Inside the ancestral hall are not only the elders of the clan, but also the aunts who once took care of you, and those innocent children. Can you, for the sake of our past friendship, let them go?"

Zhaodi remained silent, and at that moment the other girls within her body recalled their childhoods. They remembered the warmth and care the aunts had given them, and how the cellar door had been quietly opened the night before they were sent out, allowing some girls to escape. They knew all this was the work of those kind aunts.

Zhaodi's eyes finally softened, and she spoke slowly, "I can let them go, but everyone in the village who was involved must bear the consequences." Her voice was firm and powerful, yet also revealed a sense of forgivingness. She was willing to give them a chance to live, considering their past friendship and the kindness of opening the cellar door, but she would never forgive the culprits.

Zhang's father and son exchanged a glance, a glimmer of hope in their eyes. Although the road ahead was still filled with uncertainty, at least at this moment, they saw a glimmer of hope.

As soon as Zhaodi finished her words, she disappeared from the sight of Zhang's father and son. With Zhaodi's departure, the gloomy atmosphere around the ancestral hall seemed to dissipate a little. Seeing this, Zhang's father and son immediately took action. Old man Zhang was on guard all around to prevent the old man in the ancestral hall from sending people to pursue. Zhang Guangyao quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed a confidential number. The phone showed that it was connecting. Zhang Guangyao waited anxiously for the other party to answer: "Tang Xu, you kid, hurry up and answer the phone. You always answer the phone in seconds, why do you fail at the critical moment." After a few minutes, the call was finally connected. A lazy voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother Yao, you called me in the middle of the night, what's the matter?" Zhang Guangyao heard that Tang Xu finally answered the phone, and immediately told him everything about the situation here. After listening to Zhang Guangyao's narration, Tang Xu completely sobered up: "Please wait, I will report to the superiors immediately. Before our people arrive, you must stabilize the situation and don't anger the evil spirits."

Zhang's father and son looked at each other again. They understood that every minute that followed was crucial. They had to remain calm and wait patiently for reinforcements to arrive.

Zhang Guangyao knew they weren't just facing Zhaodi alone, but a whole group of people possessing supernatural powers. They needed more than just reinforcements; they needed a team of experts capable of handling such a supernatural event. He knew Tang Xu's organization had the experience and capabilities to handle such incidents, so he anxiously awaited Tang Xu's response and assistance.

As they waited, the Zhang family's father and son felt a complex and heavy mood. They knew that resolving this crisis hinged not only on their own safety but also on the future of the entire village. They had to remain calm while also preparing for the worst. Their hearts were filled with uncertainty about the future, but also with a longing for peace.

Tang Xu hung up the phone gracefully, his brow furrowed. Without hesitation, he turned and walked decisively toward his superior's office. He gently pushed the door open and eagerly reported the complete and accurate information he had just obtained. His voice was a hint of nervousness, yet at the same time, it was filled with determination, for he knew this information was crucial to his superiors and could have a decisive impact on their next move.

Upon hearing this, his superior's expression grew serious, and he tapped his pen against the table, making a rapid, dull sound. He immediately stood up, grabbed the phone, and quickly informed Shan Zhizhi of the emergency. His actions were swift and decisive, without a moment's hesitation, because he understood that time was life, and every second could affect the safety of countless people.

Shan Zhizhi sat at his spacious desk, his head propped up in his hands, rubbing his temples with a headache. Recently, paranormal incidents had become frequent, and the security bureau was short-staffed. All available personnel were already shouldering heavy responsibilities and rushing around. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his anxiety. His brow furrowed, his eyes revealing deep worry, for he knew there was a larger conspiracy behind these incidents, and they had to uncover the truth quickly.

The subordinate who was reporting to him stood by, and seeing Shan Zhizhi's exhaustion, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He suddenly thought of someone, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Um, Director, that... Miss Ying, is she free now?"

"Ying Ni?" Shan Zhizhi didn't react for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was trying to recall the name. His mind quickly searched for the owner of this name, trying to connect her with the current situation.

"That's right, Chief," the subordinate whispered back. There was a hint of hope in his voice, for he knew Ying Ni's abilities. If she could intervene, perhaps she could offer a glimmer of hope in the current predicament.

Shan Zhizhi was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Alright, you can leave now." He understood that the Security Bureau was short on personnel capable of handling this matter, but as for Ying Ni... he wasn't sure if she was willing to get involved in this mess. He wasn't willing to involve Ying Ni in this; while she was powerful, her personality was unpredictable.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Ying Ling and He Qingming had just finished a lively Lantern Festival celebration. The streets were festooned with colorful lanterns, ablaze with light, and filled with the bustle of people, a festive atmosphere of joy. They weaved among the crowds, feeling this rare joy and harmony, as if all their worries had been temporarily cast aside.

Returning home, she showered, changed into comfortable home clothes, and settled comfortably into a large recliner. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting a particularly gentle glow on her. She looked up at the night sky. The exceptionally round moon hung quietly in the heavens, emitting a soft and mysterious light. A sense of peace filled her heart, as if all the noise had nothing to do with her. She simply savored this tranquility.

Ying Ni closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if to engrave this tranquility and beauty in her heart forever. She knew that such moments, while beautiful, were ultimately fleeting, and she must cherish every moment, as life was always full of uncertainty and challenges.