Ch114.2 - Snow Pear Flavored Dead Gong (13)

Translated by Hua Li ^_~

On this day, the antique street once again clashed with the air conditioning company — what kind of crap is this? It was just replaced two days ago and it stopped cooling again!

However, this time, the air conditioner service technicians who rushed to repair had just stepped out and were almost frozen into paralysis by the fifteen-degree air conditioner… God, are you playing with me or ‘are you’ playing with me?

In Qizang Pavilion, Bi Xia looked at Yun Xian with a gloomy face. “You better have a real reason!”

The last time, because of insufficient concentration, Bi Wuzhan took the lead from him. This time, after finally snatching the priority territorial usage right from him, this female ghost ruined his good thing!

Yun Xian, scared, clung to herself and said anxiously, “The talisman the boss gave me just spontaneously combusted.”

Gou Liang, hearing this as he came down dressed, asked when he heard this, “Did Gu Yangzi appear?”

In fact, Gou Liang had seen it in the system monitoring. At this moment, using Yun Xian’s ghostly energy to determine the direction, he frowned and said, “He just left the haunted house. It seems he has already sensed your existence.”

Yun Xian, who was afraid and hated Gu Yangzi, asked anxiously, “Then boss, what should I do—?”

She held her breath, but turned to see Gou Liang smiling and kissing Bi Xia on the lips. “See if you dare to say I can’t do it next time! Even with his three thousand years of cultivation, I still managed to calculate him?”

Bi Xia’s expression, full of hostility, softened a bit as he hugged Gou Liang and kissed him. “Do you think I’m that idiot? I’ve long known that Xiao Keng’er has a crush on me and is blinded by love, which is why he can’t see my fate clearly and can’t calculate my luck.”

“You are beautiful.”

Gou Liang took a bite of Bi Xia’s jaw.

Bi Xia smiled and kissed his forehead.

After an intimate moment, Gou Liang happily began tracking Gu Yangzi. Then, with a serious face, he said, “He carries a concealed breath artifact, and after leaving the haunted house, he switched to another body by possession. Unless he actively uses magic, I can’t find him.”

Bi Xia clumsily comforted him, “He was the Celestial Master back then, wandering the mortal world for three thousand years. You are not his opponent, but you are extraordinary.”

Gou Liang said, “Humph.”

—Gu Yangzi, what does he count for? His actions are already within my grasp. Revealing it would scare you all.

Displeased, Gou Liang glumly drew another talisman for Yun Xian. This way, the next time Gu Yangzi uses magic, they can trace each other’s whereabouts.

Originally intending to instruct her a few more words, Bi Xia couldn’t wait any longer. He hoisted Gou Liang onto his shoulders, flew back upstairs, threw him back onto the couch, and used ghostly energy to seal the entire second floor. Even if Gu Yangzi came in person, he wouldn’t be able to interrupt them.

Gou Liang looked at him disapprovingly. “Although the soul jade can mask your aura, being so reckless, there’s no guarantee that Gu Yangzi won’t notice you.”

Bi Xia sneered, “With him, he’s just an underling.”

“Oh, so you were sealed by an underling for three thousand years?”

Bi Xia looked at him quietly for a second, then suddenly pounced. Ghostly flames burned Gou Liang’s clothes, and he recklessly occupied the territory, sneering, “Trying to provoke me, huh?”

Tears welled up in Gou Liang’s eyes, and he hugged Bi Xia tightly. “Bi Xia… be more ruthless, I don’t feel pain… it feels so comfortable.”

Bi Xia roared slowly, embracing him, and the eerie ghostly energy leaked from his body, colliding with the burning sunlight, melting into nothingness.

—Air conditioning repair guy, come back quickly!!

At the moment when the owners of the antique street collectively shed tears, a special guest arrived at Yuan Qing’s courtyard.

At that time, she was using the compass Daoist tool to dispel the misfortune for Zhang Dou.

Since seeing the woman in red pants who was killed by the Ruyi Tower plaque twice in the antique street, Zhang Dou’s unlucky streak had indeed started again, as Gou Liang had said. This time, it was no small matter. He even almost implicated a subordinate’s life in the previous mission, so he came to seek help.

The lingering hostility on him was quite troublesome, and Yuan Qing could only alleviate it but couldn’t completely remove it. She suggested, “Captain Zhang, why not go find Xiaomeng?”

Zhang Dou smiled bitterly. “I’ve seen him once, but later, he refused to calculate for me.”

“Oh?” Yuan Qing was surprised.

From her perspective, Gou Liang was a warm-hearted person with a broad mind. He wouldn’t ignore Zhang Dou’s life and death, especially since he had outstanding achievements. After a moment of contemplation, she asked, “Since he has calculated for you once, what did Xiaomeng say?”

Zhang Dou recalled and said, “It seems like he said, ‘The thief’s heart is not dead, and bad luck continues.'”

After using the compass divination, Yuan Qing laughed. “Xiaomeng is ignoring you for your own good. Captain Zhang, tell me the truth. Have you set your eyes on Consultant Meng?”

Zhang Dou awkwardly said, “I do have some thoughts… but last time, I saw that he already had a partner. If he hasn’t become single again, I definitely won’t disturb him.”

Yuan Qing sighed. “You better dispel this idea as soon as possible. Xiaomeng is a Tian Sha Lonely Star fate. If it weren’t for those with strong and unyielding fates like us, or those with the extremely noble fate of a Celestial Noble, entangling with him too much will only bring unnecessary trouble. Although you have merits, your fate is not strong enough. It’s better to keep your distance from him in the future.”

Zhang Dou asked, “But how come his boyfriend can—”

Just then, Yuan Qing’s compass suddenly began to spin and pointed to the east.

Yuan Qing raised her hand to signal Zhang Dou not to speak, waved to open the door, and said loudly, “A distinguished guest is here, please come in.”

In the courtyard, a young man was standing under the grapevine. Hearing this, he retracted his hand from the mature purple jade grapes, quickly walked inside, and appeared in front of them. Zhang Dou, seeing that he was three hundred meters away from the main gate, was surprised. The young man only took three steps, and he was already there. The speed was so fast that Zhang Dou even saw a silhouette, and before he could react, the other party had appeared in front of them.

Zhang Dou tensed his nerves and was about to stand up to protect Yuan Qing, but she pressed his shoulder.

“Do I know who the guest is?”

Yuan Qing also had her guard up.

The young man paid a junior’s respect to Yuan Qing. “I apologize for my rudeness. I am the 57th generation disciple of Changtian Gate, Song Lian. My master has calculated that there is a thousand-year-old fierce ghost haunting this place, so he sent me down the mountain to help.”

He handed over a token, and Yuan Qing took a look, then smiled warmly at Song Lian.

“So it turns out to be Senior Brother Dugu’s disciple. Please have a seat.”

Yuan Qing said, “Senior Brother Dugu’s divination skills are extraordinary. Recently, a thousand-year-old fierce ghost has indeed caused trouble in the capital, but it has already been subdued.”

“Oh? Who is so capable?”

Song Lian looked surprised.

Yuan Qing said, “Heroes come from the young. Speaking of it, the person who subdued it is about the same age as Nephew Song.”

Song Lian widened his eyes, showing a hint of competitiveness. But still, he politely asked, “May I have the honor to meet him?”

Yuan Qing said, “Why not? Senior Brother Dugu said that you are his closed-door disciple, wise and intelligent. I’m sure you have a lot to talk about with Xiaomeng. But given that he has been a little busy lately and you must also be tired. So you can rest here for a while, and we can arrange a meeting with Xiaomeng tomorrow. How about that?”

“I will follow your arrangement.”

After thanking Yuan Qing, Song Lian followed the sparrow spirit raised by Yuan Qing and left.

Zhang Dou asked in a low voice, “Master Yuan, what is Changtian Gate? Why have I never heard my grandfather mention it?”

Zhang Dou’s grandfather was also a Celestial Master and one of the senior consultants in the special operations department. However, he passed away several years ago. Although Zhang Dou did not inherit his grandfather’s mantle, his own merits were earned through his service in the special forces. Due to his family background, he was assigned to the logistics department of the special team.

Yuan Qing explained, “Changtian Gate is the most mysterious Taoist sect in China, with a history spanning over a thousand years. The members rarely appear in public, but when they do, they resolve national crises. They are extraordinary individuals. I was fortunate enough to have seen their current leader once, and I have no further information. I just wonder how the favored disciple of Changtian Gate compares to Meng Qining…”

The person who has been on Bi Xia’s mind after the intense activity, received a call for help from He Huo.

Yesterday, he accompanied Ming Ming to the Ming family’s old ancestral house for ancestral worship. Unexpectedly, the ancestral tomb of the Ming family collapsed, and subsequently, everyone from the Ming family, including Ming Ming, developed various degrees of hysteria.

After calculating, Gou Liang agreed, “I’ll head there now.”

He Huo expressed a thousand thanks.

After hanging up the phone, Bi Xia, who was always concerned about him, asked with a gentle smile, “Xiao Keng’er, do you care about him a lot?”

Gou Liang couldn’t help but laugh, turned his head, and kissed him. Half-heartedly, he said, “Alright, don’t be angry. I divined for myself. If I stay here tomorrow, things won’t go smoothly. It’s better to find a quiet place and relax.”

As for the fact that Yuan Qing and her group would be snubbed tomorrow, it was not within his consideration.