"Hmph, that's because my master got married. Otherwise, would it be his turn? Don't even think about it."

"..."

Di Wu Hua was completely defeated.

In the end, all she could do was silently stick toothpicks into the fruit slices and leave, feeling utterly deflated.

Di Wu Xue just returned from outside and nodded slightly: "Second sister, what's up?"

"Yueyue is hopeless." Di Wu Hua looked grim, "I think I'm not low in emotional intelligence, so why does Yueyue not understand anything and only have eyes for money?"

Di Wu Xue thought for a moment: "Second sister, your emotional intelligence is indeed not low, but you still have no partner."

After saying that, he didn't pause and immediately ran away.

"Di Wu Xue, you're courting death!" Di Wu Hua suddenly realized and got furious, "Don't run, let me catch you, and I'll peel your skin off!"

Inside the studio, Di Wu Yue fixed the compass and sat on the ground, starting to eat fruit.

She recalled the previous conversation with Di Wu Hua and muttered, "Second sister might have noticed something and is testing me."

She didn't want to admit that she did have a crush on Xize.

But Xize always liked to bully her, and if she admitted it, he would definitely make fun of her.

"Hmm, once I've paid off my debts, he'll be back in O Continent, and we won't meet again." Di Wu Yue felt cheerful, "With time, I'll forget, and the next one will be even better."

While she was rambling to herself, her head suddenly hurt.

Di Wu Yue experienced a moment of darkness before her eyes, and many images flooded into her mind.

But it happened quickly, and she couldn't see very clearly.

Vaguely, Di Wu Yue only saw a pair of deep blue eyes filled with panic and rage.

Someone held her, shouting her name, telling her to stop.

But it was as if she was in a raging fire, her entire body hurt, and she couldn't speak.

The scene ended at that moment.

Di Wu Yue suddenly woke up, breaking out in a cold sweat, muttering, "Could it be that I'm being influenced by the formation in the ancient tomb again?"

She knocked on her head, full of suspicion.

Or is it that she's forgotten something?

But it shouldn't be anything important, otherwise, why hasn't she forgotten about her money?

**

Because the items in the ancient tomb were all sealed by Di Wu Yue, only the murals were brought out.

The Feng Shui Alliance provided a reward of ten million.

These are murals left from the Xia Dynasty, nearly four thousand years old, and worthy of being treasured.

The Feng Shui Alliance will send these murals to the museum and begin a touring exhibition.

"Ten million, sigh, still not enough to pay off my debts." Di Wu Yue counted her fingers, "I have to take on a few more tasks, all because of him."

Strangely, Xize hasn't shown up these past few days, who knows where he's gone.

Strangely, her heart felt a bit empty.

"Master, which task do you think is better for me to take on?" Di Wu Yue refocused, looking at the task board, "The commissions for these tasks aren't high."

Ying Zijin looked up, scanned around, and pointed at an A-level task: "Take this one."

"This one?" Di Wu Yue's expression tensed, "Master, this task definitely shouldn't be A-level."

It's a task related to a haunted house, located in the south of O Continent.

It's said that this haunted house had twenty-eight successive owners who all died due to various accidents.

"Indeed." Ying Zijin nodded, "It's definitely more than A-level, at least S-level, possibly even reaching an unprecedented SS-level."

The Feng Shui Alliance does have an SS level, but no task has ever reached that height.

"Then I'll take it." Di Wu Yue clicked to accept, "Can't let more people suffer."

The master and apprentice boarded a plane to their destination.

They arrived precisely at 10:30 p.m.

To Di Wu Yue's surprise, there were already people in front of the haunted house.

"Why is it the Luo family again." Di Wu Yue was displeased, "I knew they were following me."

Luo Xiu turned his head, frowning: "Di Wu Yue."

He had heard about the ancient tomb from Luo Ziqiu and no longer underestimated Di Wu Yue.

Luo Xiu naturally also recognized Ying Zijin, frowning even more.

What is an ordinary person doing here?

"Miss Yue, this haunted house is very dangerous." Luo Xiu stated, "Aren't you afraid of bringing an ordinary person in, only to find yourself tangled in evil spirits that even saving you won't help?"

When it came to Ying Zijin, Di Wu Yue instantly turned fierce: "Mind your own business, none of your damn business."

"Fine." Luo Xiu snorted, "Don't blame me for not warning you. When you get into trouble in that haunted house, don't expect any help from my Luo family."

"Won't need it." Di Wu Yue snorted coldly, "Don't ask me for help."

"Asking you for help?" Luo Xiu sneered, "Miss Yue, you may not know, but this time, Sikong Shan is here for the haunted house."

As he spoke, an elderly figure slowly approached from the left road, followed by several young people.

"Master Sikong." Luo Xiu no longer paid attention to Di Wu Yue, turning to bow respectfully towards the old man, "With you leading the team this time, we're much more at ease."

The Sikong family is the only family in the Imperial Capital Fengshui Divination Circle that can match the Di Wu family.

But it began to decline in the Qing Dynasty and was despised by the court, confiscated, and forced to change their surname.

Now only Sikong Shan and a few of his grandchildren still keep the Sikong surname.

Sikong Shan is a Feng Shui Diviner as renowned as Di Wu Chuan.

Luo Xiu naturally shows respect.

"No need to mention it," Sikong Shan nodded, "This haunted house is underestimated by outsiders. Even I could face danger when venturing in, so keep these brocade bags safe; they might save your life at crucial moments."

Luo Xiu was delighted: "Thank you, Master Sikong."

Sikong Shan personally distributed the brocade bags.

He walked up to Di Wu Yue, stroking his beard and smiling: "Miss Yue has grown up. Last time I saw you, you were getting pecked on the butt by a big goose."

Di Wu Yue: "..."

This Sikong Shan.

Sikong Shan took out the last brocade bag, just about to hand it over to the girl.

At the same time, he saw Ying Zijin's face, and instantly, he was startled: "M-M-M... Master?!"

He rubbed his eyes, ensuring he wasn't seeing things, and couldn't help but curse: "Holy...?"

"Hm." Ying Zijin pulled down his hat, "Just accompanying my disciple for a walk."

"Di-di-disciple?" Sikong Shan was unsettled, "Miss Yue, I didn't say anything earlier, please don't misunderstand."

"Not listening, not listening." Di Wu Yue covered her ears, "You were bad-mouthing me, I'll have my master scold you."

Sikong Shan: "..."

He was mistaken.

Seeing that they hadn't moved for a while, in the distance, Luo Xiu was starting to get impatient.

But this was directed towards Di Wu Yue and Ying Zijin.

He remained respectful to Sikong Shan, raising his voice, "Master Sikong, it's time, please."

This was better left unsaid, as it made Sikong Shan fume even more.

"Patriarch Luo Xiu, this is your fault." Sikong Shan was very displeased, suppressing his anger, "Master Ying is right here, why are you asking for me? Do you really want me to show off my meager skills, or do you think even Master Ying isn't up to the task?"

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