As soon as Xie Qingyan and the Old Ghost left, the Squirrel Ghost immediately jumped down.
It hopped around Ji Zhaoxi curiously, holding a pinecone in its paws.
Just as it was about to approach her, it was directly bounced away, and the pinecone in its paws fell inside the barrier.
The Squirrel Ghost kept circling around Ji Zhaoxi, wanting to get its pinecone back.
Right at that moment, a hand suddenly threw the pinecone from inside out in front of it.
The Squirrel Ghost froze for a moment. Looking up, it saw a cold-faced Xie Qingyan covered in blood.
Terrified, its tail trembled. Not even daring to pick up the pinecone on the ground, it immediately scrambled up the tree in a panic.
Xie Qingyan sat beside Ji Zhaoxi, quietly wiping his hands clean with a handkerchief before feeding a medicinal pill to Ji Zhaoxi.
Ji Zhaoxi groggily opened her eyes. Without caring what he was feeding her, she swallowed it directly from his hand, completely defenseless, as if she trusted him to the utmost.
Her warm and slightly cool tongue inadvertently brushed against the thin calluses on Xie Qingyan's fingertips. Xie Qingyan paused for a second and withdrew his hand.
He did not know where Ji Zhaoxi's trust in him came from. Ghosts feared Daoist priests; this was an eternal truth.
But only her, from the very first moment she saw him, she clung to his side. She didn't even try to run away, seemingly certain that he would not hurt her.
After realizing he could see her, she still didn't run. She even walked straight into his room and said she wanted him to kill her.
Yet, it was obvious she didn't really want to die. When other ghosts bullied her, she ran faster than a rabbit, and she was often frightened by ghosts.
Xie Qingyan lowered his eyes. Being so timid, why on earth did she want him to kill her in the first place?
When Ji Zhaoxi woke up the next day, she saw Xie Qingyan meditating beside her.
The firewood had burned out, leaving only a pile of black ash on the ground.
The old lady from last night was gone.
As Ji Zhaoxi looked down, she saw the wound on Xie Qingyan's hand. The wound was continuously healing and tearing open again, emitting a thick aura of ghost energy.
Ji Zhaoxi panicked and immediately reached for Xie Qingyan's hand. The skin on his hand was ice-cold. He had a pure Yang constitution; it was impossible for him to be this cold.
Daoist Priest Xie!
Ji Zhaoxi carefully placed her cold fingertips over his wound. Xie Qingyan felt a soft, Yin energy seep in through his wound, gradually sealing away the pain.
Ji Zhaoxi didn't know what to do right now. She only knew how to save ghosts, not humans.
Xie Qingyan's wound stopped worsening, covered by a faint layer of blue-gray. This was Ji Zhaoxi's origin Yin energy.
Ji Zhaoxi didn't know how long she needed to transfer energy to Xie Qingyan, so she obediently let him continue absorbing it.
The mist in the forest gradually thickened. Xie Qingyan's body grew hotter and hotter, constantly letting out scorching breaths. He instinctively grabbed the coolness beside him, frantically demanding more like a drowning man.
Miss Ji...
Xie Qingyan groggily looked at Ji Zhaoxi, who was watching him with concern, letting him rub against her hand. She seemed completely unaware of how dangerous he was right now.
Xie Qingyan forcefully bit the tip of his tongue, and blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth. He suppressed his inner desires, forcing himself to pull away from Ji Zhaoxi.
Daoist Priest Xie, why are you throwing up blood? Ji Zhaoxi looked at Xie Qingyan with teary eyes.
Was Xie Qingyan about to die?
Xie Qingyan wanted to stay away from her, but his body unconsciously yearned to get closer.
The Squirrel Ghost, who had witnessed the whole process, couldn't bear to watch anymore. It threw a pinecone at Ji Zhaoxi's head.
If you hold him down, he won't be able to move.
Ji Zhaoxi suddenly remembered that there was a rope specifically for dealing with ghosts in Xie Qingyan's bundle. She quickly tied Xie Qingyan up and continued transferring energy to him.
Later, when Xie Qingyan said he was cold, Ji Zhaoxi went to find some firewood. But the fire she lit was cold, and a ghostly wind kept blowing over Xie Qingyan, making his face even paler.
The Squirrel Ghost jumped down and blew a breath. The pile of fire instantly became hot, and the Squirrel Ghost even tossed a few pinecones in.
Thank you. Ji Zhaoxi looked at the Squirrel Ghost in pleasant surprise.
The Squirrel Ghost didn't make a sound, continuing to hide behind the tree and observe them.
The faint morning light pierced through the leaves and fell on Xie Qingyan's eyelashes. He finally opened his eyes slowly.
Just as he was about to sit up, he touched something warm and cool. He looked down, and his breath hitched.
Ji Zhaoxi was curled up in his arms, gripping the front of his Daoist robe so tightly it was wrinkled. Her face was flushed from sleep, her breathing was even, and her long hair was scattered across his arm.
The wound on his hand had gradually healed, but a faint blue-gray mark remained, looking somewhat out of place against the surrounding skin.
Ghost energy had a certain corrosiveness to it, but Ji Zhaoxi and Xie Qingyan's vital energies existed in symbiosis. For Xie Qingyan, her ghost energy had actually become a medicine.
Xie Qingyan calmly looked at Ji Zhaoxi in his arms, his hand unconsciously caressing her fingertips. The sleeping Ji Zhaoxi flinched slightly, only to lean even closer to him.
Did she really trust him this much...
Ji Zhaoxi was awakened by the delicious smell of roast chicken. She groggily sat up and looked at Xie Qingyan, who was roasting a chicken opposite her.
Miss Ji.
Xie Qingyan handed the chicken meat to Ji Zhaoxi. After Ji Zhaoxi finished inhaling its essence, he calmly ate the rest.
Neither of them mentioned what happened the night before.
However, as Xie Qingyan was carrying Ji Zhaoxi down the mountain on his back, he suddenly spoke, Miss Ji, if something like last night happens again, you can just leave directly.
But I don't want to leave you.
Hearing these words, Xie Qingyan's footsteps abruptly stopped. He didn't know how to continue saying all the words he had prepared in his heart.
Ji Zhaoxi's profile rested against the side of his neck. He was silent for a moment before saying, This poor Daoist understands, Miss Ji.
Daoist Priest Xie, what do you understand?
Ji Zhaoxi was a little confused; she didn't even understand it herself yet.
But Xie Qingyan didn't say anything more.
After walking for a long time, they finally arrived in the city.
A pure Yang formation was laid out at the city gate. Ji Zhaoxi was somewhat wary, but Xie Qingyan held her hand tightly.
Don't be afraid.
The soldiers at the gate were inspecting people one by one, their expressions very serious, and the commoners also looked somewhat grave.
A malicious ghost, formed from the resentment of hundreds of infants who had died prematurely, had appeared in the city. Overnight, it had sucked dry the spiritual energy of all the newborns in the city, causing all the infants to fall into an unawakening slumber.
The government office and the Daoist temples were constantly searching for the whereabouts of that malicious ghost, but progress had been very slow, and the number of victimized infants was increasing.
It was Ji Zhaoxi's first time in the capital, and she found everything novel.
Just then, a Parrot Ghost shouted from a tree, Village ghost! Village ghost! Village ghost!
Ji Zhaoxi looked around before realizing that this parrot was talking about her.
Why are ghosts divided into city and village ones? she asked in confusion.
The Parrot Ghost arrogantly lifted its chin. Capital ghosts and village ghosts are just different. I am a capital ghost!
Ji Zhaoxi looked at this smug Parrot Ghost. She had just wanted to scare it a little, but in the next second, it was captured by a Daoist priest on the street.
Before being locked into the gourd, its devastated voice rang out, No way, you even catch Parrot Ghosts!
