While I was anxiously waiting for the other party's answer, Jiuyang's voice sounded in my mind.
This guy irritated me and said, "Why spend two million to ask someone for help? I can answer such a small question for you."
"Well, no matter how high the cultivation level of the spiritual force that enters your body is, you should find someone with a higher cultivation level to help you suppress it."
"Take me as an example. When I awakened, my martial arts level was at the fifteenth level. You must at least find a master with a seventeenth level of martial arts to help you."
"Although there seems to be no master of the seventeenth level of martial arts in China, this is the only solution."
"Of course, even so, you only have a one-fifth chance of successfully forcing me out of my body."
"Oh, by the way, everything I said is based on the premise that the soul is not entangled with your three souls and seven souls."
"Now, hey, after your body was controlled by me for the first time, my soul has successfully attached itself to your soul."
"After these days of slowly devouring it, my martial arts cultivation level has returned to the sixteenth level."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, sixteenth floor, unless a true immortal descends to earth, no one can try to hold me down."
Jiuyang said arrogantly: "Being fused with me is your destiny, Suning, please stop being stubborn."
I don't know if what Jiuyang said is true or not, and I don't dare to act strange in front of a short-haired woman.
So in the face of Jiuyang's clamor, I turned a deaf ear, as if I didn't hear it.
At this time, the short-haired woman who had been thinking for a long time spoke.
The answer he gave was exactly the same as what Jiuyang said.
This made me feel so shaken that my vision went black, and I almost collapsed on the sofa unable to move.
According to this calculation, am I destined to be replaced by Jiuyang?
Seeing that I remained silent, the short-haired woman knocked on the table and said, "Two million, you're welcome."
I stood up in confusion, took out my bank card from my pocket, put it on the table and said, "The password is on the back, it's exactly two million."
The short-haired woman picked up her bank card and left, and I followed her down the stairs.
Until the moment I was about to walk out of Qingshan Tea House, the abacus clerk returned the bank card to me and gave me a printed detailed information of the answers to the questions.
The reason for doing this is nothing more than to tell guests that the information they provide is well-documented and true.
I walked aimlessly on the streets, feeling the dazzling sunshine in the midsummer July.
For a moment, I wished I could destroy my physical body and die together with Jiuyang.
But I know I can't do this. I still have a lot of things to do.
My father was imprisoned, the Red Luan Tribulation in Lingxi was about to come, and the third uncle was nowhere to be seen.
Even if I die, I still have all the regrets in my heart.
...
In the Audi, Pei Chuan and Hu Ying each held a cigarette in their mouths, smoking so hard that sparks popped out.
The two looked at each other from time to time and sighed together.
"Hey, what are you talking about Suning doing?" Pei Chuan said worriedly: "You borrowed two million from me and agreed to use the back door to ask for leave."
"In a blink of an eye, I was at the ghost streets of Kyoto, and even went to the second floor of Qingshan Tea House."
"He's not..." Pei Chuan said incoherently: "Qingshan Tea House specializes in solving difficult and complicated diseases encountered by martial arts practitioners. Suning doesn't even have a level of force. What on earth is he going to do?"
"Using my money to play around?" Pei Chuan's eyes twitched and said, "A prodigal can't be such a prodigal."
Hu Ying held up the half-burned cigarette butt and smiled bitterly: "Don't ask me, I haven't figured it out yet."
Pei Chuan suggested, "How about you go in and investigate?"
Hu Ying said with a black face on the spot: "The first rule of Ghost Street is never to disclose any information about customers to the outside world. How do you want me to pry? Do you have to do it forcefully?"
"You know better than me how deep the water here is, let alone a small Kunlun outer disciple like me, who doesn't take it seriously at all. Even if the young master takes action personally, I bet it will still be of no avail."
"What's more..." Hu Ying changed the topic and said in a serious tone: "Qingshan Tea House is an industry of Ziwei lineage, and it belongs to the same six lineage forces."
"We are not afraid of others, and they are not afraid of us either."
"It makes no sense to bully the small with the big and bully others with power."
Pei Chuan said irritably: "What about senior sister? I have to give her an explanation."
Hu Yingli said confidently: "You are a direct disciple, so you take the blame."
