Jade, did you" I took a few steps back and retreated to Long Xiaogē's side.He kept his hands raised, fingers spread wide, but his head remained bowed, as if he hadn't heard my question.“Hey, Long ge”...This is a really awkward question. I saw the increasingly obvious guiling body, with three very prominent large warts at the bottom of the tail.

“You see, in the common wall lizard's rear end, there are three large warty scales, right That's what all the books say…” I whispered.

Mu Wanchen let out a slight helpless smile: "Little Lu'er, sometimes you know some really strange things."

"...What you're saying is strange, are you not referring to the term 'female impersonator' from a while ago That's just a popular slang term..."

He shook his head, retracted his gaze, and the figure of the Gu spirit in the room gradually revealed its true form.

It let out a furious growl, its scaled limbs, thick and strong, instinctively recoiling backward.

"Although I haven't tamed you, you should know who I am." Mu Wanchen's voice was light as the night wind brushing past silk.

That snarling thing hissed, and I twitched my ears, as if hearing footsteps.

Now I often "hear voices," this is due to bearing the venomous Gu and becoming Mu Wanchen's wife, which has made me so sensitive.

The footsteps were still far away, but in this deserted village they sounded deafening.

I took a few steps back and stealthily glanced out the door. A figure in the distance was running towards us.

"Hey, the crossdresser is back, make it quick and finish up—"

As I turned back, I nervously urged him in a low voice.

If that crossdresser saw us dealing with his gu insects, he'd definitely fight to the death. These people who raise gu worms consider them more important than their own lives; who knows what kind of crazy things they might do

No sooner had I urged Mu Wanchen, when the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly shifted.

The clouds in the sky seemed to fall down, like an inverted bowl, covering the small courtyard of this earthen house with tiled roofs.

The sudden mist that appeared in the yard took me by surprise, I was so nervous that I wanted to rush to Mu Wanchen's side.

But he was just one step away from me, yet I couldn't reach him.

What kind of magic is this

Behind Mu Wanchen, a gigantic outline appeared faintly, like an Yinglong with its giant wings retracted.

Since that night of torrential rain and flooding, I have never seen this ethereal deity again.

In the clouds, the outline of dragon wings appeared faintly, and the clouds in the small courtyard sky swirled like a vortex.

I wanted to reach out and grab Mu Wanchen's sleeve or the hem of his robe, but as I reached out, the swirling mist separated my hand from him.

I stood so close to him, yet we felt worlds apart.

Mu Wanchen's profile was like cold jade and ice. He stared intently at the dilapidated door in front of him. The palace guardian gu spirit, under such an aura, had nowhere to hide. It could only bare its fangs at Mu Wanchen, but it shivered and retreated.

I wanted to urge Mu Wanchen, but the words died in my throat before I could utter them. Suddenly, a wisp of pale white drifted past my eyes. I raised my hand and waved it away. In just a second or two, the clouds around me vanished.

It was as if I had blinked.

Mu Wanchen had already closed the bamboo tube.

There was no trace of the spirit dragon, nor any wispy clouds. The broken door panel had been restored to its original state, and within it lay a silence as deep and still as a stagnant pond.

In the yard, the ashes of the talisman paper were scattered by the wind, fluttering and swaying like smoke.

Am I seeing things, or am I dreaming

"You..." I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say.

Some of the Wuzhu's mysterious arts are unseen even by those closest to them.

Just now, I only caught a glimpse of the outline of the spirit of Yinglong. Afterward, the aura of the Gu spirits guarding the palace disappeared.

Mu Wanchen did not engage in a full-scale battle with the Guiling of Shougu, even though his own Guiling was significantly more powerful.

Before an absolute powerhouse, one either gets destroyed or chooses to submit. That Gu spirit didn't dare to attack at all, it could only bluff, but Mu Wanchen never intended to harm it.

"What did you just...do" I blurted out.

"Shh..." He pinched the barrier, taking me to a corner of the courtyard.

The anomaly in the sky just now was only for a moment, and the vortex-like clouds are now scattered like fish scales.

The female cosplayer burst in, her eyes blazing red, and shouted, "Who's in here!"

I huddled beside Mu Wanchen, afraid to speak. Mu Wanchen stood in front of me, calmly watching as the woman in men's clothing rushed to the main house and knelt down like she was going mad.

"Baby, baby, are you alright Did that old snake come after you again Will the Dragon King really never let me go..."

Behind the door, there were no more Gu spirits. Mu Wanchen still clutched the bamboo tube in his hand.

“…This fellow escaped from the Dragon King's command and stole this palace-guarding Gu. But he couldn't control it. To gain a foothold, he sold the heavy grandchildren of the Gu spirit to Zhao Jie, and also wanted to use Xi Lingzhou to lay eggs...”

"Do you know"

"...as the Guiling said," he raised his hand, gesturing to the information transmitted from the sealed bamboo tube in his hand.

“Catch this person, Master Yunfan must have a way to get him to reveal more.”

"Good."

As soon as Mu Wanchen nodded in agreement, the female impersonator suddenly turned alert, drawing out a small stick and pointing it at the wall behind the courtyard. She nervously hid in the corner.

What is this for

Before I could react, Mu Wanchen suddenly rushed out —

A head popped out from behind the wall at the back of the courtyard. Upon closer inspection, it was Master Yun Fan!

He snuck around to the back to get a look, possibly hearing the voice of the female cosplayer in the yard talking to herself and wanting to peek.

The little stick in the hands of that female crossdresser, I didn't understand what it was for—was it a weapon She put the stick to her mouth and blew into it with force—

Mu Wanchen leaped forward with all his might, pulling Yun Fan, his master, down from the wall. Yun Fan shrunk his neck and muttered, "Is this a blowgun! Does anyone actually use this! What kind of tribe's ultimate weapon is this!"

"Cut the crap, this is poison! Did it get on your skin and hair" Mu Wanchen growled with a frown.

When the female cosplayer saw Mu Wanchen suddenly appear, she was frightened and turned to run. I grabbed a stick from behind the wall and swung it out!

With a thud, the creature fell beside me, turning its head to glare at me with fury.

"Ah!" I jumped back in fright — he mustn't blow that little stick at me again!

"You bitch! You—" He opened his mouth, ready to unleash a torrent of insults, but then choked on them. Before this, he’d already tried to humiliate me in the parking lot.

But before he could finish, a mouthful of blood suddenly shot out of his mouth, almost splattering onto my pants!

Mu Wanchen stared at him with a cold expression behind him, his sword piercing through his shoulder and pinning him to the ground.

Yun Fan's master was still shaken by the poison needle. He kept patting his hair while lowering his head and said, "You idiot! You didn't even have any sense! Insulting the Witch King's wife in front of him You could have been taken captive nicely before, but now look at you! This sword strike means I'll have to send you to the hospital…"

"Where's my little wife" I looked left and right, but my little wife didn't pop out from behind the wall.

Master Yunfan frowned: “She's taking care of your teacher at the back. The remaining people in this village are a bit troublesome…”is startled the widow, who investigated his death from all angles. The results showed that he had died, but the specific circumstances were unclear. It was said that he died in the bathtub, leaving it...