The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 25

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She beckoned the Ou Jie Zai closer, and it obediently floated forward.

"But what surprised me even more was that this tiny ghost, who spent a hundred years barely getting strong enough to exist, willingly sacrificed all its spiritual energy to protect you. You really think you survived just because you're lucky? That other ghost was vicious—it should have taken your life the very first night it latched onto you. The only reason you only felt cold and weren't harmed is because this little guy shielded you."

"...It protected me?" Xiao Nan's stunned gaze landed on the Ou Jie Zai, his pupils slowly widening. "I..."

Looking at the little cloud of mist, Xiao Nan suddenly remembered bits and pieces from his childhood.

Ever since he was young, he had always been ridiculously lucky. When other kids kept pulling bad luck in games, he always managed to get the best prizes. Even when flu season hit, and his entire class got sick, he remained completely unaffected—eating, drinking, and going about life as if nothing had happened.

Could it be...?

Xiao Nan stared blankly at the spirit. A hundred years of cultivation... a doll...

A light bulb went off in his head. "Wait a second—you're that little wooden deer my great-great-grandpa left behind?!"

The black mist happily nodded when it realized Xiao Nan had recognized it. If it had a tail, it would probably be wagging so fast it'd turn into a helicopter blade.

Yu Liang sneaked a glance at the black mist and reached out to touch it. His fingertips met a soft sensation—almost like the Ou Jie Zai was rubbing against him. Just then, his mommy's voice came from above.

"Now that you've recognized it, you also have the right to know what's going on. To save you, this Ou Jie Zai used up all the spiritual energy it had cultivated over the past hundred years. In just a few days, it will completely disappear..."

"Disappear?" Xiao Nan's face changed.

The little wooden deer his great-great-grandfather had left behind was carved when his great-grandfather was born. It had been a part of their family's childhoods for generations—not to mention, it had just saved his life!

Panicking, he blurted out, "Master, is there any way to save it? I was the one who ran into trouble with the supernatural, but this has nothing to do with Ou Jie Zai! It saved me—it did something good! It shouldn't just disappear like this!"

Yu Yuan chuckled. "Calm down, I wasn't finished. There are ways to save it, and you have two choices."

"What are they?" Xiao Nan asked urgently.

"The first option is to leave this little one with me. Since it saved you, it has accumulated good karma, and when the time is right, I'll send it off to reincarnate.

"The second option is for you to take it home and offer incense to it every day—three sticks at a time—for thirty years. In return, it'll act like a guardian spirit, protecting your family's peace and prosperity. After thirty years, it will have gained enough power to find its own path."

Xiao Nan: "......"

Logically, he should choose the first option. If a ghost refused to reincarnate, it usually meant it had unfinished business, right? But this Ou Jie Zai had been protecting him for so many years—how could he just let it go without repaying it?

He watched as the black mist floated closer to the master and whispered something. The warmth in Yu Yuan's expression deepened.

She glanced at Xiao Nan. This young man had strong facial features—his wealth palace and career palace were full, and his aura carried hues of red and purple. Plus, his ancestors had done good deeds, bringing blessings to future generations. No wonder Ou Jie Zai had stuck by his side.

"Ou Jie Zai says it wants to go home with you. What do you think?"

Xiao Nan's eyes lit up with joy. "I can bring it home?!"

The black mist excitedly bounced around, affectionately circling Xiao Nan. But just as Xiao Nan was about to celebrate, he remembered the critical issue—Ou Jie Zai didn't have much time left.

"Master," he said seriously, bowing deeply to Yu Yuan. "Please teach me how to save Ou Jie Zai."

Kun Yuan and the others turned to look, and even Ou Jie Zai stopped floating around, gazing at Yu Yuan with big, expectant eyes.

Yu Yuan sighed. The little dumpling in her arms also looked up at her with a hopeful expression, while the melon-eating system in her mind dramatically wiped away imaginary tears.

[Wuwuwu, there's still true love in this world! This kind of sincere bond is just so touching! Even my melon-eating value has gone up—what a great day! Host, you have to help them!]

Yu Yuan exhaled deeply. Looked like she wasn't getting any rest tonight.

"This will take a lot of spiritual energy. Normally, the going rate is 200,000 yuan. Besides that, you need to get some clay. I'll sculpt a small figurine, and we'll let Ou Jie Zai attach itself to it. You can take it home and have your family worship it together."

Xiao Nan agreed without hesitation. "No problem! I'll go find some clay right away. Master, do you need anything else?"

"I need food before I draw the talismans. Go downstairs and buy me two pounds of fried chicken nuggets, three fried drumsticks, four chicken fillets, five grilled chicken legs, twenty skewers of fried potato slices, two large boxes of oden from the convenience store, five rice balls, and a big bucket of cola. I'll start drawing after I eat."

Kun Yuan, who had been about to volunteer to buy the food, stood there in stunned silence. At first, she could remember the order, but by the end, she was just staring blankly.

After a two-second pause, she pulled out her phone and turned on the recording app. "Master, I didn't catch all that. Can you... say it again?"

Three minutes later, Kun Yuan went downstairs to buy the food. By now, it was already past 10 PM. Near the entrance of the apartment complex, two men in Zhongshan suits stood out like sore thumbs.

Now that she knew ghosts and spirits were real, Kun Yuan glanced in their direction and instinctively quickened her pace.

As she walked past, the wind carried their conversation to her ears.

"Senior Brother, what do you think of this area? No one from the Celestial Masters' Hall has taken over this land yet. Why don't we claim it for ourselves?"

Kun Yuan, who had just reached into her bag for her phone, suddenly froze.

Celestial Masters' Hall? Master Yu just mentioned that name earlier!

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