Thirty minutes later.
The sound of galloping hooves approached, growing closer.
Three squads of Xiu Luo Envoys arrived, their presence fierce and brimming with Evil Qi.
"Marquis, we apologize for our tardiness!"
The squads swiftly dismounted, kneeling to plead for forgiveness.
Standing on a high slope of the burial mound, Feng Fuce’s expression remained calm and indifferent: "No matter, bring these two stone lions back."
"Yes!"
Then, Bai Zhi’er watched as the Xiu Luo Envoys darted into the surrounding woods.
Soon, they dragged out a handmade bamboo vine.
Together, they hoisted the stone lions onto the bamboo vine, securing them with several loops of rope.
Then, pulling with four horses simultaneously, they managed to descend the mountain unimpeded.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her bright eyes twice.
Brother Fuce’s n are quite skilled indeed...
While she was in a daze, Feng Fuce mounted his horse again, sitting behind her once more.
The young man extended his arms on either side of her, grasping the reins, and it felt as if he gently encircled her.
However, Feng Fuce didn’t rush to leave.
He rely surveyed the dense forest and spoke with a faintly cold tone: "It’s said that at night here, one can hear the cries of ghosts."
Bai Zhi’er shrank her little body, leaning closer into his embrace.
Unexpectedly, this made Feng Fuce sowhat satisfied.
He hadn’t intended to scare her, yet the effect was unexpected.
Feng Fuce shielded her even more with his hand: "Are you scared?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her innocent and lively black eyes, her little expression diverse and rich.
"How could I not be scared, ghost cries must be terrifying!"
Her little body moved, causing her chubby face to shake slightly.
Feng Fuce’s sharp brows furrowed slightly.
He observed the little one’s expression, which didn’t seem fake.
Feng Fuce then said: "If soone were to exorcise them and send these solitary souls away, the ghostly cries would naturally cease to exist."
Bai Zhi’er raised her clear eyes, looking pitifully at Feng Fuce.
That gaze felt like a plea.
"Brother Fuce, you can definitely do this, right?"
Feng Fuce was taken aback.
He fixed his gaze: "You want to exorcise them?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded: "You told this because you want to help them, don’t you?"
"Exorcising solitary souls ans guiding them to where they belong, surely that’s a great rit."
"Brother Fuce is a good person, how could he not do it, right?"
Feng Fuce: ...
His deep, profound, dark gaze fell silent.
Feng Fuce’s original intent was to probe the little one subtly, seeing if she knew any other spells.
However, she turned the tables on him.
He pressed his thin lips tightly, remaining silent for a mont.
A Demon Lord, ruling over millions of territories in the Demon World, why bother with these insignificant wild ghosts?
Bai Zhi’er noticed Feng Fuce’s silence.
She reached out her small hand, gently tugging at his sleeve.
"Brother Fuce, is it that you can’t do it?"
After speaking, the little one sighed silently, seeming resigned, disappointed yet with a hint of hope.
"It’s okay, I know you’re not omnipotent, so let’s go down the mountain and find a powerful monk or Taoist."
Feng Fuce suddenly dismounted.
Bai Zhi’er blinked her clear eyes at him.
She only heard Feng Fuce speak coldly: "I am omnipotent, you just watch."
He walked to the center of the burial mound, closing his eyes slightly.
Bai Zhi’er didn’t know what he was doing.
But soon, the little one felt the wind around her suddenly beco turbulent.
Many dark and gloomy clouds suddenly swept in from the western sky, and the previously bright and sunny sky instantly turned as dark as night!
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