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"Would you like to come with me?" Yan Qingning reached out to him.

Qin Zhuo'an hesitated for a while before holding his hand back: "...are you really willing to let me go with you?"

"I will never abandon you." Yan Qingning held his hand tightly with a firm gaze: "I will take you back to Qin Zhuo'an and everything that should belong to you."

Qin Zhuo'an was silent for a long time, then nodded stiffly: "Okay..."

He didn't recognize Yan Qingning, but the memory from deep in his soul made him choose to unconditionally believe in Yan Qingning and follow Yan Qingning.

Even though that bloody past memory is the last thing he wants to touch...

Just when Yan Qingning was about to leave with Qin Zhuoan, the ghost that had been here suddenly floated out of the grave again, blocking the path of one person and one ghost.

"Miss, you can't leave here."

Yan Qingning: "Why?"

The ghost did not give Yan Qingning a good look, and earnestly advised Qin Zhuoan: "Miss, if you leave here for a long time..."

"Cang Xiaowu!" Qin Zhuo'an suddenly spoke and stopped what he said next: "I'm sensible, don't worry."

Intuition told Yan Qingning that things were not that simple.

He raised his head and looked towards Qin Zhuo'an, "What will happen to you after you've been away from here for a long time?!"

"It won't happen." Qin Zhuo'an coaxed him in a good voice: "My soul has been here for countless hours and has become very tough. Nothing will happen."

Yan Qingning paid attention and agreed reluctantly: "Okay, I barely believe it."

Somehow, Qin Zhuo'an suddenly wanted to raise his hand to rub his head, but as soon as his hand was raised, before it reached the top of his head, he retracted it as if he had been burned.

People and ghosts are on different paths, if he touches Yan Qingning, he will absorb his yang energy...

Qin Zhuoan's eyes darkened.

Cang Xiaowu squatted on the grave, looking at the back of this man and ghost, and couldn't help but sigh: "Naughty fate!"

"It's all bad luck!"

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Yan Qingning looked back at the obedient ghost behind him who was following him step by step, feeling distressed and depressed.

According to Qin Zhuo'an's extremely aggressive temperament in the past, he would never appear so well-behaved.

Just as Yan Qingning was thinking about it, a big hand suddenly came and forcibly pulled him over.

"Don't be afraid, grandson, grandpa, I will take care of this ghost right now!"

An old man with a fluttering white beard suddenly appeared, guarding Yan Qingning behind him, holding a talisman in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other, looking at Qin Zhuoan warily.

"You... don't want me anymore?" He looked at Yan Qingning sadly, like an abandoned puppy, his eyes dim and dull.

Yan Qingning had just asked Xiaobai about the situation. When he heard Qin Zhuoan's pitiful words, he ignored Sanqi 21 and stepped in front of Qin Zhuoan: "Grandpa, there are ghosts under the sword!"

A piece of talisman paper stained with saliva was pasted on Yan Qingning's forehead with a "clack" sound, and then it was blown by the wind...

Fly away.

Yan Cheng: "..."

Yan Qingning: "..."

Qin Zhuo'an watched the two people staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and said weakly: "How about... I go and pick up the talisman?"

Yan Cheng was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and slapped Yan Qingning on the back of the head: "You prodigal! Do you know how much that talisman is worth?!"

Yan Qingning covered the back of his head and answered with extra honesty: "Grandpa, I don't know."

Yan Cheng: "..."

"You prodigal son! You don't even know how much that talisman is worth and you just let it run away. Why don't you hurry up and pick it up for me!"

Yan Qingning received another slap in the face, covering the back of his head and just thinking about taking Qin Zhuo'an away with him, when a mahogany sword struck the palm of his hand.

"Humans and ghosts have different paths!" Yan Cheng glared at him, "You can go alone and leave this ghost here!"

"This..." Yan Qingning hesitated.

Yan Cheng: "I won't kill this ghost!"

Qin Zhuo'an: "He can't kill me."

Two voices came over at the same time. This time Yan Qingning didn't hesitate anymore, rubbed oil on his soles and ran away quickly.

Yan Cheng looked at his back, his teeth itching with anger, but there was nothing he could do about him.

"I'm sorry for making the old gentleman lose face in front of him." Qin Zhuo'an also knew that he said the wrong thing, so he bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I won't do it next time."

His obedient look of being the first to admit his mistake made Yan Cheng so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

Yan Cheng glared at him dissatisfiedly: "You are the perfect match for my grandson?!"