Ma Xiaotong's words somehow carried a hint of Shen Xing'Er's tone.

This made Zhang Feng's expression also become strange, as he stiffly twitched his mouth, but still said:

"Then... let's go..."

With that, he turned his head and left first by himself, followed closely by Ma Xiaotong in her little steps.

Only Lv Dong, who had fainted from fright, lay there alone, occasionally twitching his hands and feet.

Zhang Feng took Ma Xiaotong back to the apartment originally belonging to Lv Dong, of course.

After all, he couldn't wander the streets with Ma Xiaotong, could he?

Without a single talisman, if Ma Xiaotong appeared on the street, it would surely cause big trouble.

As for why Zhang Feng brought Ma Xiaotong along...

It wasn't entirely because she was connected to that Evil Cultivator with a cross tattoo on his hand.

The main reason was that he couldn't exorcise her!

There was no way to send Ma Xiaotong's spirit, already transformed into a fierce ghost, to the other world.

Because of her attachment, and also because of her identity.

Only by removing all of Ma Xiaotong's attachments could she gradually lose her attributes as a fierce ghost and become a wandering stray ghost.

Then, Zhang Feng would have a way to send her away.

For now...

Apart from erasing Ma Xiaotong into ashes, the only way was to keep her by his side.

This was the safest method for both Ma Xiaotong and other ordinary people.

The ghost and the man entered Lv Dong's former bedroom.

This place was relatively private.

So, Zhang Feng stopped and spoke to Ma Xiaotong:

"Alright, let's do it here. Whenever you're ready, we'll start."

After speaking, Zhang Feng politely turned his head away.

Gentleman's eyes, avert your gaze from what's improper!

Behind him, he heard the rustling sounds, and Zhang Feng even heard Ma Xiaotong getting on the bed.

But, well, it was normal since she needed an angle to draw the talisman on her back.

Lying flat on a surface was obviously the most convenient.

Not long after, he heard a very soft voice:

"Brother Zhang Feng, I'm ready."

"Hmm."

Zhang Feng nodded.

As he turned around, he said:

"Once you're ready, we'll... Holy crap!!"

Zhang Feng couldn't control himself and let out an exclamation!

He immediately covered his eyes, very gentlemanly, and then said in a slightly dry voice:

"Um... there's no need to be this undressed, is there?"

"And what's with that pose?!"

Indeed.

At this moment, Ma Xiaotong was... just as Zhang Feng had mentioned earlier, without a stitch on.

Furthermore, she was lying in a perfect star spread on the bed.

Her arms were slightly raised as if wanting to embrace.

Leading Zhang Feng's mind to involuntarily recall a familiar melody:

"My home gate is always open, waiting with open arms for you..."

Emm...

Covering his eyes, Zhang Feng's eyes were as good as not covered at all.

The gaps let him see everything that should and shouldn't be seen.

No choice.

Pale white skin!

With such a scene, it was truly beautiful!

If Zhang Feng were named Jack, he might have pulled out a pencil and paper to complete a sketch masterpiece seriously.

But alas, he wasn't.

And Ma Xiaotong spoke with a face full of confusion:

"Ah?"

"Brother Zhang Feng, isn't this what you wanted?"

"When did I ever say I wanted this?!"

Zhang Feng's voice almost cracked from the shock.

Then he awkwardly said:

"Um... turn around... these three talismans I will draw on your back... there's enough space, after all, they aren't complex talismans."

"Alright, Brother Zhang Feng!" Ma Xiaotong didn't hesitate at all and turned around directly.

And then again, a soft voice was heard:

"Brother Zhang Feng, is it okay now?"

Zhang Feng turned his head once more.

"Pfft—"

Quickly covering his nose.

Because two nosebleeds nearly sprayed from his nostrils.

Ma Xiaotong indeed lay down.

That's right, she lay down.

In a way like she's ready to gallop with a saddle on.

Goodness!

"Cough cough... cough cough cough cough..."

Zhang Feng could only cough to suppress his embarrassment.

Moreover, he kept silently reminding himself:

"This is a fierce ghost..."

"In front of you is a corpse..."

"Her pale skin isn't skin color; it's the aura of death..."

"Calm down, Zhang Feng, calm down, your seashell girl still hasn't been found yet!"

The last sentence clearly had a significant effect!

Indeed!

He still didn't know who the seashell girl was, can't keep accumulating karma!

"Brother Zhang Feng? What's wrong? Should I go even higher?"

"No need!!!"

Goodness.

Zhang Feng barely managed to keep his composure.

Almost lost it again from one of Ma Xiaotong's remarks.

Zhang Feng quickly refused.

Then, taking a deep breath, he approached the side of the bed.

Looking at the pristine, jade-like back, Zhang Feng's gaze gradually became serious.

Because when doing his duty, Zhang Feng wouldn't be distracted by other things.

At this moment, a faint bluish light appeared deep in Zhang Feng's eyes.

He raised his right hand.

At his fingertip hung a glow similar to the light in his eyes.

Slowly, he lowered it to Ma Xiaotong's back.

Just upon contact, Ma Xiaotong couldn't help but let out a light hum.

Obviously, the light in Zhang Feng's eyes flickered intensely but eventually stabilized.

Quickly moving over Ma Xiaotong's back, he completed the talisman.

Soon, two talismans were already formed, shining with a faint light, disappearing beneath Ma Xiaotong's skin.

And the last talisman, being the most critical one.

A talisman to suppress the cold energy inside Ma Xiaotong's body.

This needed an infusion of the Supreme Yang and Firm aura in the talisman.

So, a glint of sharp light flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes, and he bit his fingertip hard.

Blood gushed out immediately.

And during this time, Zhang Feng quickly completed the third talisman on Ma Xiaotong's back!

This time the talisman, upon completion, didn't disappear but left a faint red mark on Ma Xiaotong's back.

This mark, of course, was Zhang Feng's blood.

"Whew—"

Having done all this, Zhang Feng let out a long breath.

A feeling of dizziness washed over him.

Zhang Feng's body swayed slightly, and he quickly grabbed a nearby chair and sat down.

These three talismans, for a fully capable Zhang Feng, were simpler than blinking.

But for now...

Especially having used a bit of his vital blood.

This caused Zhang Feng to feel a wave of weakness.

But fortunately, his powerful Dantian allowed his Spiritual Qi to recover rapidly, and within a few minutes, he would be back to normal.

But just then, a crisp crying voice was heard:

"Brother Zhang Feng, what's wrong with you?"

Ma Xiaotong, though in her ghost state couldn't cry real tears.

But the quivering tone made it clear how worried she was.

In a swift motion, she pounced off the bed, grabbing Zhang Feng's hand that was still bleeding, and softly said:

"Brother Zhang Feng, didn't you say these are very simple talismans? Why did it drain you so much?"

"Um..." Zhang Feng's voice was a bit dry, and he didn't quite hear what Ma Xiaotong said, only slowly uttering:

"Could you... maybe pick up your clothes first?"

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