ing up any longer. I was standing there rubbing my eyes non-stop. My brother gave me the car keys and told me to go take a nap in the back seat. He'll wait for the eldest one to arrive and then drive..."Mu Yunfan!" I really want to strangle him!

It's not my brother's fault for teasing me. Jiang Qiyun is truly a bad person. When he wants something, he hardly considers time or place; as long as no one sees him, he'll do it.

He once hugged me into the car and threw a sentence to my brother, "I'll use the car for a bit," then a barrier enveloped everything.

This morning too, we were talking nicely, and then he suddenly started laughing and said I was easy to coax, and then he started bullying me.

Everyone said that the bamboo bed creaked a lot, even turning over would make squeaking noises, let alone making love. The frequency of those sounds made my scalp tingle.

And it's a wooden building! The sound insulation is terrible!

Luckily, he only did it once, so he got a taste of the meat.

My belly is getting bigger now, even opening my legs feels heavy and cumbersome. He's been a lot more careful with his movements.

I didn't expect my brother to hear it after all!

"Alright, there's nothing to be embarrassed about with me. I've been eating both of your dog food for almost a year now! Who knows how many more years I'll have to eat it... Hey, quick, open it and take a look, Long Ge."

Long Xiaogē weighed it in his hand, then lifted it up to look. He frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

That were two almost identical bewitching bells, tied together with a red cord, placed neatly side by side.

This thing was always a pair.

Yin and yang complement each other, attracting souls and capturing spirits.

The Taoist priest used the Yin bell to command ghosts, while Long Xiao collected Yang souls with the Yang bell. These were originally things belonging to Miao Wang City.

The Taoist priest's

object, which Jiang Qiyun had obtained and temporarily placed in the underworld, I retrieved from him this morning.

"This bell, we never intended to keep. Although the Mu family is a shady business clan, they aren't greedy or indifferent to right and wrong. When I left, my grandfather instructed me to return it to its rightful owner at an appropriate time."

"And this soul-stealing bell, it's... uh, I got it from a ghost exorcist under Master Situ Lin. It's temporarily kept in the underworld, and now it will be returned to its rightful owner."

I pointed at the two bells in his hand and reminded him, "Be careful to keep them safe, don't let anyone steal another one away."

Long Xiaogē looked at the pair of bells with complex eyes. Faith and tradition, besides the unbreakable bloodline, also required a "relic."

For example, the Great Corpse King, even though he has lost most of his magical power now, is still a spiritual symbol for an entire village and tens of thousands of descendants.

"Don't be moved, brother. This is just returning to its rightful owner." My brother patted his shoulder and said, "Our family has been in the shady business for many years, we know that our hands can't reach too far. This thing belongs to you. We keeping it will only invite disaster, it's best to return it to you... work hard, I believe in you."

He acted like a buddy with Long Xiaog, calling him "brother," and the gloom on Long Xiaog's face eased slightly.

"If you need help in the future, just let me know." Long Xiaoge said simply.

We could all feel the seriousness in his tone. For someone as gloomy and taciturn as him, to speak like this was tantamount to a resounding promise.

Shi Fatty huffed and puffed, carrying two burlap sacks as he arrived. "Why didn't you say a word before leaving Master, you didn't even tell me!"

Originally, Long Xiao Ge was the master all along! We really had our eyes on the wrong person.

Shi Fatzi said, “I see that Madam Mu really likes tender bamboo shoots with cured pork. Our Xiangxi cured pork is famous, not to mention it's marinated with a secret recipe from our village for a thousand years! We are experts at handling corpses! These two large slabs of cured pork are a gift for Madam Mu. Take them back and eat them slowly... Miss Mu should eat less, after all, preserved products can be harmful to pregnant women.”

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Wow, this Stone Fatty knows quite a bit! These grave robbers aren't completely heartless after all!

"Well... I have a bit of a psychological shadow, and I'm not very brave to eat your cured meat..." I said honestly.

Stone Fatty roared, “What! You’re doubting the quality of our products This is genuine cured meat. Don't just say it’s for selling to tourists in this small town; even on Taobao and Tmall, our flagship store ranks among the top five sellers in the industry every year! Do you know that this top-grade Purple Gold Leg is only limited to fifty each year Only the Great Elder and the Miao King in our village are allowed to eat it!”

My brother was laughing so hard, he scolded Stone Fatty for exaggerating and not planning ahead, while opening the trunk at the same time: "Eat eat eat! Friends' stuff, I'll eat even if it's poisonous! Of course, as long as it doesn't kill me."

I stood beside the car, wind tousling my hair. They've truly adjusted their industrial structure, straddling both the mortal and spiritual realms quite well!

If I have the chance to meet Mu Wanchen again in the future, I'll also suggest he learn how to integrate into society... But they don't have identities, they are all black households, which is a bit difficult...

"Mu Xiao Qiao." Long Xiao put away the bell and called out my name softly.

"Huh"

"...Do you think there is a result, between humans and deities" he asked faintly.

I was taken aback for a moment, pointed at my stomach, and asked with a smile, "What else do you want Isn't this enough"

He smiled.

"Little Brother Long, don't be afraid of love. Actually, falling in love isn't bad. Even between people, no one can guarantee a relationship will always be beautiful... Let go of the past, cherish the present, and believe in the future. There will always be happy things… Life is only a few decades, it passes by quickly."

I smiled and told him a few "great truths."

Before leaving, my brother rolled down the window and said to him, "Big brother, do well! In the future, when I brag, I can pat my chest and say that Hei Pa Miao Wang is my good friend. It's really face-saving! Oh...and hurry up and find a good wife! See you again, come play at my house if you have time!"

He hummed a little tune along the way, happily saying: "Xiao Qiao, look, even on our trip out, people are sending us food. It shows the simple feelings of the mountain people... oh, you say why don't they send me two pretty girls I think the Miao women in their village are so beautiful!"

"...If you go back and say it again, I'm sure they'll give it to you." I looked at the back of his head speechless, "Just be careful, being a wife is fine, but being a fling...I reckon you'd get killed."

"...forget it, the head above is more important."

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We drove all day and headed straight back to our humble abode. My brother was exhausted and complained about being hungry, so we stopped for some late-night snacks first.

"I told you I'd keep watch for a while, let you get some rest...yet you still don't trust me..." I said with a hint of displeasure.

"Wait until you get your driver's license! With my brother-in-law not here, I wouldn't dare sit in a car driven by you. You really think you're such a good driver!"

He was driving around my neighborhood looking for places to eat.

Near the side gate of Lakefront Park, there is a densely populated residential area. The buildings aren't very tall, and the shops on the ground floor are all bustling. There's a small eatery inside which is packed with people. We decided to sit outside to have a little snack to tide us over.

The boss's daughter came over to greet us and saw the two of us directly stunned: "Aren't you from that antique street, surnamed Mu, right"w a cultural businessman, antique expert, auction house owner, and member of various "cultural protection associations." He has so many titles that they wouldn't all fit on one business card.When he h...