"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.
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