He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

In the dead of night, the Qin family mansion was brightly lit. All the servants were gathered in the main hall. There weren't many of them, because many of the timid servants had recently left. Those who remained were either forced to make a living or had sold themselves into servitude.

Leng Huan and Fu Xun waited in the corner.

The night was pitch black, and a cold wind swept through the lobby, bringing a chilling feeling. The lanterns under the eaves swayed, their shadows flickering, as if something eerie was lurking in the shadows.

The Buddhist monk in front, holding an exorcism compass and chanting incantations, suddenly shouted, "Where are you hiding, evil spirits!"

“……”The whole audience was silent.

As the Buddhist monk chanted incantations, he approached the servants. The servants looked at each other, somewhat hesitant. Could there really be an evil spirit hiding among them?

Leng Huan felt inexplicably tense in this scene. She stared at the Buddhist monk with her breath held, not daring to move, and her back gradually became covered with a layer of cold sweat.

Suddenly she felt someone touching her arm. She thought it was Ah Xun and looked down at him. Fu Xun felt her movement and looked up with a questioning look.

Leng Huan looked down: "Are you nervous?"

Fu Xun: "?"

Leng Huan whispered, "Then why did you grab my hand?"

Fu Xun: !

Fu Xun did not grab her hand. His heart sank and he quickly looked behind Leng Huan. Leng Huan noticed something was wrong and turned her head to look. She saw a pair of pale, sharp claws gripping her hand. The owner of the claws was none other than the maid, Amei!

Her eyes were fixed on Leng Huan, a hint of drool on her lips, as if she were a piece of meat. When she realized that Leng Huan had noticed her, a smile appeared on her lips, and she suddenly raised her hand swiftly towards Leng Huan's face. Leng Huan was already stunned, his eyes wide open, only feeling the cold nails as if they were cutting his skin...

The next second, "Xiao Mei's" face exploded, and a piercing scream erupted from her mouth: "Awooo!!!..."

In the blink of an eye, Fu Xun produced a talisman that struck "Xiao Mei," or rather, the faceless ghost, squarely in the face.

Its claws are its weapons, and its face is its weakness, as well as its Achilles' heel; touching it will surely enrage it!

-

As the faceless demon's sharp, knife-like claws slashed towards Leng Huan, Fu Xun pulled her back a step and hid behind a pillar.

Leng Huan was still in shock when the child grabbed his arm tightly.

With a whooshing sound, several deep claw marks were left on the pillar. If these claw marks had hit someone, they would have been crippled or killed!

"Die!!!" Just as the faceless ghost roared and was about to pounce on the two, "Hey—" a furious shout rang out, and a powerful burst of spiritual energy struck its back. It was the Buddhist cultivator who had arrived in time.

The faceless ghost winced in pain and with a "whoosh," turned around and lashed out at the Buddhist cultivator with its claws. It was a feint, and the next moment it pounced straight at Leng Huan and the other man. Its claws were as sharp as lightning, fueled by hatred, and could easily rip out their hearts and lungs!

"Beware!"

Fu Xun's expression changed. He tried to dodge and turn to block Leng Huan, but his body was that of a ten-year-old child, and he couldn't budge her. Leng Huan, however, had the same idea as him.

In the nick of time, she reacted swiftly, twisting her waist to the side and pulling the child into her arms. With a "plop," the sound of tearing cloth rang out, and she was struck by a claw on her right shoulder!

"Ugh..." Leng Huan groaned in pain as his skin was scratched.

"Leng Huan!" Fu Xun froze upon hearing her cry of pain.

"Bang!" The faceless ghost tried to pounce again, but fortunately, the Buddhist monk struck it with a Vajra Fist and sent it flying to the ground. The power of the punch was considerable, and it slammed the faceless ghost to the ground, rendering it unable to move!

The Buddhist cultivator seized the opportunity, crushing a Five Thunder Talisman. A bolt of lightning struck the evil spirit out of nowhere, and with a deafening boom, the faceless ghost let out a miserable scream: "Ah—!"

With a series of crackling sounds and the stench of burning flesh, the evil spirit had turned into a lump of charcoal.

"Amitabha!" The Buddhist practitioner put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra. He had committed many evil deeds and deserved to go to hell.

Seeing that the evil spirit had been eliminated, Master Qin finally mustered up the courage to kick the pile of charred remains, laughing and crying at the same time: "Hahaha, good, good, good, finally it's gone! Master is indeed a highly accomplished person!"

—

Fu Xun was protected by Leng Huan and didn't lose a single hair. She herself took a claw, and had several bloody wounds on her shoulder, making her gasp for breath in pain.

Seeing her pale face, grimacing, and eyes misted with tears, making her look pitiful, Fu Xun's eyes flickered, and a strange emotion rose in his heart.

Leng Huan looked both pitiful and funny. Fu Xun helped her sit on the steps, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and sprinkled it on her wounds. He said in a cool voice, "Now you know it hurts? Will you dare to act tough next time?"

"Hiss! Be gentle, you know. You're telling me this? I'm sacrificing myself for the greater good, little brother." Leng Huan pouted. In an emergency, who can think so much? Isn't protecting the vulnerable an instinctive reaction?

Fortunately, the faceless ghost was slightly distracted by the Buddhist monk, and the attack went slightly off course, failing to pierce through the bone.

Seeing that she was still stubbornly refusing to admit it, Fu Xun poked her shoulder with his finger, and Leng Huan immediately gasped again: "No, no, no! Stop it..."

"It seems your attempt at righteousness has been painful. Will you dare to do it again next time?"

"...Look at the situation." They still dare!

-

"Dong..." Dawn had arrived, the bell tolled, and the sound of the bell rippled from the distant mountains like waves. The Qin family was bathed in the morning sun, the gloomy winds and thick clouds all dissipated, and the servants cleaned up the mess in the courtyard. Everything returned to peace.

In the hall, Master Qin, who hadn't slept all night, instructed his steward to bring a tray of gold and silver as a reward.

"Master, you've worked hard; please accept this small gift."

“Amitabha Buddha, for a monk, wealth is an external thing. This experience has already benefited me greatly…”

The Buddhist monk pretended to decline, but Fu Xun gently tugged at his crimson robe from behind. The monk paused, looked at Leng Huan, and changed the subject: "Why don't you give the money to this benefactor? The benefactor is seriously injured and needs money for treatment."

Upon hearing this, Leng Huan looked at his injuries, then at the gold and silver on the tray, estimating it to be several hundred taels, and his eyes lit up.

You're being polite, so she won't be polite.

Master Qin clasped his hands together and said, "Master, you don't need to be so polite. I have also prepared payment for this young man." He then instructed his steward to bring one hundred taels of silver to Leng Huan.

Leng Huan feigned weakness, leaned on his shoulder, stepped forward, and bowed to Master Qin, saying, "Thank you, Master!"

-

With so many people dead in the Qin family, there's still a lot to do. The Buddhist monk and Master Qin will talk for a while before he takes his leave.

After explaining his resignation to Manager Qin, Leng Huan left the Qin family home with a large bag of silver and the other masters.

After walking for several blocks, the group stopped. The Buddhist monk stopped pretending, rubbed his hands together, and carefully counted his reward: a total of six hundred taels!

“Amitabha, the message came from the young benefactor. You should receive forty percent of this money.”

Fu Xun shook his head: "To be honest, Master, I am injured and need money. Please be generous and give me two hundred taels."

The Buddha earned four hundred taels of silver; he contributed the most effort and even wasted a Five Thunder Talisman.

Several hundred taels is quite a lot; here, silver is more useful than spirit stones.

Hearing his generosity, the Buddhist monk smiled and said, "Alright, let's make a good connection! Remember to call me next time something like this happens." Sure enough, he took out two hundred taels from his storage bag and gave it to Fu Xun.

Leng Huan raised an eyebrow and sized up the monk. He looked... a bit sleazy, but... his posture was very elegant, with a kind of refined and dignified air. She looked at his face a few more times. Hmm, his face and posture were very mismatched. Could he also be a disguiser?

"You can't judge a book by its cover," Leng Huan concluded as he watched the Buddhist monk lead his disciples into the restaurant.

-

"You went to invite them specifically to exorcise evil spirits?" Leng Huan asked Fu Xun after exchanging silver coins and banknotes at the silver shop and sitting down at the wonton stall.

"Hmm." Fu Xun touched the silver notes in his pocket and ordered two bowls of wontons.

"Boss, add a sesame seed cake to everything," Leng Huan added loudly.

Now that I have money, I can indulge a little.

The two of them had a total of three hundred taels of silver, so going to the Misty Immortal Sect could be put on the agenda.

but.

"You said you were going to buy medicinal herbs for a medicinal bath?" Leng Huan blinked, looked at the clinic where people were going in and out, and then turned to look at the child.

"Yes, I need to recover from my injuries as soon as possible before I can go to the Misty Immortal Sect." With that, he stepped into the medical clinic.

"Alright." Leng Huan followed Fu Xun inside; her wound still needed to be treated by a doctor.

After taking Leng Huan's pulse, the doctor paused for a moment, then called over a female physician and had Leng Huan follow her into a private room to have her wound treated.

Fu Xun waited outside, and asked the doctor to prepare the medicinal herbs for his medicinal bath. His storage bag contained most of the rare spiritual herbs, but he was missing a large quantity of ordinary medicinal herbs, because he could not withstand the strong medicinal power at the moment. Mortal medicinal herbs were just right.

There are two more bone and muscle reconstruction procedures left, which are expected to take half a month. Since she wants to go to the Misty Sect, he definitely needs to recover from his injuries as soon as possible, as the long journey is not safe.

-

"hiss……"

The female doctor was a beautiful woman with superb bandaging skills. Leng Huan admired her appearance through gritted teeth, while thinking to himself that he wished she had been gentler.

When Leng Huan went outside, he saw Fu Xun carrying several large bags of medicinal herbs. He didn't ask how much money it would cost. The internal injury couldn't be delayed, and he could just keep earning money.

Just as he was about to buy Grandma Zhou's favorite roast chicken and head back to Lin Family Village, Fu Xun stopped him.

"Brother Huan, are you really planning to go back like this?" He pointed to Leng Huan's shoulder, where his clothes were not only torn but also stained with blood.

Leng Huan slapped his forehead. "That's right, if we go back like this, Grandma Zhou will definitely worry!"

"Huan-ge, shall we go buy some new clothes?"

"Well, let's go."

-

When they arrived at the clothing shop, Leng Huan still chose a set of coarse linen clothes, but Fu Xun quickly persuaded him to stop.

"Huan-ge, it's already autumn, you should buy some cotton clothes." Fu Xun's gaze lingered on the red marks on her neck. Her skin was chafed red, and he felt a little disgusted that she was trying to save money.

I don't know what they're complaining about.

Fu Xun raised her tender eyebrows slightly; this pampered young lady had never suffered such hardship.

Leng Huan thought about it and realized it made sense. It would get a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings, so he bought a set of soft, fine cotton clothes. Leng Huan went into the changing room and changed out of his tattered linen clothes.

Before leaving, remembering that Grandma Zhou also needed to buy new clothes, I bought a bolt of cotton cloth. Passing by a pastry shop and a roast chicken shop, I bought bags and bags of things before taking the child out of town.

-

"Brother Huan." Seeing Leng Huan dozing on the haystack, her legs crossed as she swayed with the oxcart, Fu Xun knew she wasn't asleep, so he suddenly called out to her.

"What's wrong?" Leng Huan lifted his eyelids but didn't move.

Thank you for last night.

"Hmm? Oh... You're welcome. I already said it was my doing that."

"..."

Under the clear autumn sky, two tall and short people lay on a haystack, chatting idly as the oxcart bounced along. Their voices were carried away by the wind, only faintly audible...

"How is your internal injury?"

"Much better, I'll be fully recovered in less than half a month."

"That's good……"