The Popular Young Idol might still be able to deceive himself if he hadn’t seen the paper flying towards him, but now that the paper was fluttering right in front of him, how could he possibly deceive himself?
He could be sure there was sothing "unclean" here!
Trembling, he reached out to grab the paper, because if he didn’t, the paper was already about to flap against his face. He faintly felt a gaze of impatience upon him, but he dared not look up, fearing he might see sothing he shouldn’t.
He regretted imnsely following his brother here; he shouldn’t have been curious!
He had already noticed his brother was behaving strangely and should not have co alone!
If they took the money and still refused to let him go, then... it would be over.
He dared not delay, nor did he dare to pay a penny less; while transferring money, he even transferred an additional hundred thousand.
The phone in the drawer sounded a text ssage tone, followed by an AI voice announcing the ssage content and the amount received.
The Old Taoist was not pleased by the additional twenty thousand; instead, he frowned deeply.
This profession has its rules.
The maximum fee he could charge for capturing such a deeply resentful vengeful spirit was one hundred thousand; any more would affect his Taoist heart and Cultivation.
"Co over." The Old Taoist coldly looked at the Popular Young Idol.
The Popular Young Idol was so scared he almost forgot to breathe, nearly suffocating himself, and clumsily coughed, "Cough cough, alright, I’m coming, what’s the matter cough cough..."
"Take out your phone."
"Alright, alright..."
"Password is 123456."
"Okay, entered."
"Transfer the extra hundred thousand back, not a penny more or less."
"Huh? Then... what’s the bank card password?"
"123456."
"Alright..."
The Popular Young Idol dazedly completed all these tasks. When his phone chid with a ssage tone and he saw the hundred thousand transferred back, he finally snapped back to reality. Reflecting on everything just now, it seed a bit blurred; he couldn’t rember the phone and bank card passwords from earlier.
He suspected the Old Taoist had done sothing to him, but he dared not ask, much less accuse. All he did was lower his head timidly, stepping backward to return to his previous spot.
The Old Taoist glanced at him and said mildly, "You were hiding behind the big tree, trying to spy on that person. Is there anything you want to ask?"
"No, I don’t dare. There’s nothing to ask."
"Ask."
"Huh?"
The Old Taoist said coolly, "Since you’ve co, ask if you have questions."
The Popular Young Idol understood that he couldn’t leave without asking, so he stamred, "That person is a senior from my school; we usually get along pretty well. I saw him pick up sothing sneakily and co here, and followed out of curiosity."
"Do you want to know?"
"Huh?"
"Do you want to know what he picked up?"
"...Can I know?"
"No problem." The Old Taoist’s gaze drifted towards the direction of the black-lipped Little Ghost. The Little Ghost flew to the drawer’s side, and the Small Wooden Box inside drifted out. The box opened, revealing a red cloth, and on the cloth was a black strand of hair.
"Hair?" The Popular Young Idol was a bit stunned, completely not expecting that what his senior picked up sneakily was rely a strand of hair!
Whose hair was it?
Recalling his senior’s peculiar behavior of insisting on seeing Little Taotie after picking up the hair and leaving, this strand of hair was most likely Little Taotie’s. His senior probably wanted to see Little Taotie specifically for Little Taotie’s hair.
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