RNP Page 104
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Aunt Zhe changed into new clothes in the blink of an eye, put on light makeup, and even took the time to comb her hair.
"Oh dear, senior brother, why didn't you tell me you were coming... What brings you here so early in the morning?"
Auntie Cane struck a pose and gently pinched Uncle Nine's chest.
As if struck by lightning, Uncle Nine's body trembled involuntarily.
He had always been aware of Aunt Zhe's feelings, which was why he rarely visited the Taoist temple.
I feel like every time I'm alone with Sugar Cane Girl, there's a risk of losing my virginity...
But this time, for Michelin, I'm going all out.
"Ahem...I came here this time because..."
"Hey! Come inside and we'll talk, it's so cold outside."
Before Uncle Jiu could speak, Aunt Zhe pulled him directly into the house.
"Junior sister, wait, I have something urgent to attend to..."
"Of course I know you have something important to do, otherwise you wouldn't have come to see me so early in the morning. How did you know I missed you?" Aunt Zhe pressed Uncle Jiu down on the bed and began to undress.
Uncle Nine was dumbfounded by this series of actions that went on by himself, and he quickly rolled over and jumped off the other side of the bed.
"Junior sister, calm down! This is a matter of life and death. I have something urgent to ask you for help with, about the Nine-Life Evil Infant!"
When the topic of the Nine-Life Evil Infant was mentioned, Aunt Zhe paused for a moment, but her expression quickly returned to normal.
"Have you found the location of the evil infant?"
Flirting with Uncle Nine is one thing, but Aunt Cane will not forget the great threat posed by the Nine-Life Evil Infant.
06 Upon learning of its whereabouts, one can no longer be so frivolous.
"I have successfully entered the Marshal's Mansion with Young Master Su and met the maid who stole the Nine-Life Evil Infant that day..." Uncle Jiu told him everything he had seen in the past few days, including the fact that the Nine-Life Evil Infant had injected its magic into the baby in Michelle's womb.
Aunt Zhe looked serious and quickly changed into her Taoist robe. "Why didn't you tell me about something this important sooner!"
"Junior sister, you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"
"Alright, alright! We can talk about our problems later. Right now, the Nine-Life Evil Infant is the most important thing!"
Aunt Zhe is indeed a person who can accomplish great things; she immediately switched into work mode.
Uncle Nine followed behind, saying, "I know you have a deep understanding of the matter of spirit infants, so I came here specifically to ask for your help. Perhaps you know how to restrain the nine-life evil infant."
Aunt Zhe stopped and pondered for a moment, "A way?..." Then her eyes lit up, "It's not like there isn't one, wait for me!"
As she spoke, Aunt Zhe rushed out of the room and ran to the hall where the spirit infant was kept.
Inside the inner room, there is a window specifically for enshrining ritual implements, among which a peach wood sword wrapped in talisman paper stands out.
"Junior sister, what is this...?" Uncle Jiu frowned when he saw Aunt Zhe holding a peach wood sword.
If magical artifacts could deal with the Nine-Life Evil Infant, he would have done so long ago!
Moreover, the Ninth Infant and Michelle are now almost "one with each other," and if the attack is too severe, Michelle's life could be endangered in an instant.
"Are there any methods that don't require physical intervention?"
Uncle Nine was worried that Auntie Sugar might lose control of her emotions once she learned that the person she was saving was Michelin.
But it turned out he was overthinking it.
"This peach wood sword has been blessed and worshipped here day and night. Before the Nine-Life Evil Infant was stolen, it was placed in the same room as it. It can be said that it is the key to suppressing it."
Aunt Zhe pointed to the magical artifact in her hand and explained, "If my thinking is correct, this sword might be able to suppress the Nine-Life Evil Infant and remove it from the body of the Marshal's wife."
Theoretical discussions are useless; the actual situation can only be known through on-site practice.
"Alright, now that everything is ready, let's get going."
Uncle Nine took a deep breath, turned around, and led the way out.
The situation was so urgent that he didn't even have time to sit down, have a drink of water, or catch his breath.
Soon, the two of them started running towards Shuilian Town again, one after the other.
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Su Feng enjoyed a rare breakfast at his residence and took the opportunity to inform Uncle Fu that he should send someone to Shuilian Town to take over the property in a few days.
No further proof is needed regarding Director Zhao's winery.
In this day and age, having a land title and a house title means everything.
Anyway, everyone only cares about money, not people. Maybe if we spend some money to smooth things over, we can also take over the wineries in several other towns owned by Director Zhao.
After giving his instructions, Su Feng planned to return to Shuilian Town.
In broad daylight, he certainly couldn't use his magical paper cranes to fly away from the sky openly, so he had his servants prepare a carriage so he could travel comfortably.
Generally speaking, it takes a day to travel from Renjia Town to Shuilian Town.
However, Su Feng managed to buy two fine horses that could travel a thousand miles a day, and they arrived at Shuilian Town in less than three hours.
While passing through the market, Su Feng discovered a paper craft shop hidden deep in an alley.
The location is remote and inconspicuous; passersby would hardly notice it if they weren't paying attention.
At first, Su Feng didn't pay attention, but his attention was drawn to the shop assistant who was taking out the trash outside the shop.
The man's attire was quite unusual; on this cool autumn day, he wore only a pair of floral-patterned shorts and a patched-up long-sleeved shirt, with one sleeve longer than the other.
Standing in a crowd, he was extremely conspicuous.
"Big Fool, are you going to buy your dad lunch?"
The woman buying vegetables by the roadside smiled at the man.
The man, nicknamed "Big Fool," lived up to his name, nodding happily before walking around to a nearby steamed bun shop and buying a few buns.
When it was time to pay, the owner of the steamed buns looked disgusted, smacked his lips, and complained, "What bad luck!"
Seeing "Big Fool" carrying steamed buns and limping towards the paper offering shop, Su Feng stopped the carriage and followed curiously.
To be honest, I've used up almost all of the talismans I have. The explosion talismans, fire talismans, and sealing talismans I drew before were almost all used up in a few battles.
I just happened to be passing by; maybe this paper craft shop sells talismans.
After all, the talisman paper used for drawing talismans is not common. Since he has come all the way to Water Lily Town, he might as well see if there are any new products here that will catch his eye.
"Dad, I'm back."
Da Sha entered the house, put the steamed buns aside, and then returned to the counter and sat down quietly.
An old man sat silently smoking a cigarette next to a pile of paper figures in the corner of the room.
He was so focused that he didn't even notice Su Feng coming in.
It was only when Su Feng spoke up that the old man realized there were customers in the shop.
But his way of welcoming guests was also peculiar. He glanced at Su Feng briefly, then nodded and continued smoking, as if the person who came in was not a person, but a ghost.
"They really know how to do business..." Su Feng muttered to himself, glancing around the store.
The store is not large, but it has plenty of stock. The shelves on both sides are filled with all kinds of paper of various colors.
Paper money burned to commemorate ancestors, straw paper used for writing and drawing, etc...
There were also some yellow talisman papers that could be used to draw talismans, but their quality was poor and did not meet Su Feng's expectations.
"Boss, do you have any other yellow paper in the shop? I want some of better quality."
Su Feng asked.
The boss simply glanced at it coldly and said, "They're all here."
After saying that, he turned his face away to smoke, completely disregarding Su Feng.
That's quite unique...
Su Feng sneered.
Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with it.
There's a reason why the shop isn't doing well...
Since the boss didn't want to do business, he didn't plan to stay either.
Just as Su Feng turned to leave, he suddenly noticed a cardboard box in the corner where the boss was sitting. The box was exquisitely packaged, and inside it were some "good things" that could attract his full attention!
"Boss, can I see the papers in your box?" Su Feng turned around and pointed to the items stored in the corner.
The boss didn't speak, but stared intently with a venomous gaze.
Seeing no response for a while, Su Feng got tired of waiting and reached into the cardboard box to pull out a card.
"Ouch."
What I'm holding is top-quality aged Xuan paper!
The feel of it alone is vastly different from what's commonly found on the market!
It feels incredibly smooth, like touching phoenix feathers or dragon whiskers.
You can almost feel the thickness of the paper with your fingertips; it is undoubtedly an excellent choice for making talismans!
Su Feng was overjoyed and quickly said, "How much is this Xuan paper? I'll take it all!"
Regardless of whether the boss's expression is cold or his attitude is good or bad, it's all about doing business, paying money and taking goods, it's that simple!
To Su Feng's surprise, the shopkeeper merely raised his eyes slightly and murmured, "Not for sale."
Su Feng wondered if he had misheard; who opens a shop and doesn't do business?
Just as they were about to ask why, the owner calmly closed the box and said, "Why do you young masters need to come to our little shop and join in the fun? Aren't there better options over there?"
The "other side" the boss was referring to was the peaceful and stable "upper-level affluent area" where soldiers patrolled.
"Our shop is small and can't afford any trouble. We can't afford to offend you. Please leave now." The owner's voice trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to look up at Su Feng again.
Su Feng then realized that the old man in front of him was not arrogant, but afraid.
Perhaps I was in such a rush to leave today that I forgot to change into something more modest, which led to this misunderstanding.
But from the few words the owner had just spoken, Su Feng could probably imagine what kind of treatment this store had received before.