Xia Ling had just come into contact with the industry of exorcism, so she had no idea what kind of status Lin Yan represented in this industry.
However, she followed the youth all the way to his residence.
In front of her eyes, she could see a cluster of golden red aura enveloping a courtyard not far away. That aura was like a blazing flame, bright and dazzling.
"Master lives in that courtyard, right? " Xia Ling raised her finger and asked.
"How do you know? " The youth glanced at it.
The youth did not have Xia Ling's yin-yang eyes. With just a glance, he could not see any golden-red light. He only felt that there was something very bright over there. His eyes were shaken so much that he could not see anything.
"NOT GOOD! " The youth closed his eyes. There were tears at the corners of his eyes. "MASTER IS ACTING UP AGAIN! "
Xia Ling: "acting up again? "
She only saw the little paper figurine carrying the box on the ground run away, as if it was extremely afraid of the golden-red light.
On the other side, her wrist was suddenly held back by the youth. The youth's eyes were red, and with one hand covering his eyes, he led Xia Ling into the courtyard.
"COME WITH ME QUICKLY! It's time to use you! "
"You guys? What are you trying to do? " Xia Ling was dragged by him until she staggered. She looked at the golden-red light, but she did not resist.
Possessing her body suddenly, Xia Ling could feel the extreme yin eight characters all the time.
And now, this bright light was like the Sun.
If Xia Ling had not restrained herself, she would have already instinctively rushed towards the courtyard.
"I'm not doing anything, I'm just borrowing your body for a bit! " The youth said anxiously.
After a pause, he continued, "don't misunderstand. It's just a literal meaning. You have the fate of extreme Yin while master has the fate of extreme Yang. The two of you complement each other. It's only good for you and not bad for you. "
Xia Ling:"...". ...
If someone else had said that, she would have beaten him up and told him to Scram.
However, the youth was good-looking and looked like a child. When Xia Ling heard his words, all she could think of was that she had been thrown into the alchemy furnace by Lin Yan to refine pills and make medicine.
"trust us. We won't harm you. " The youth stopped in his tracks.
He pushed hard and Xia Ling staggered a step. The scene in front of her immediately changed.
In front of her was still the Lotus leaves from the Lotus pond that she had seen when she had first arrived.
However, the entire Lotus pond seemed to have been cooked. Steam was bubbling from within and the color of the entire courtyard had turned into a thick black gas. Waves of Yin Qi were emitted from the courtyard and the pitch-black, pure-colored floor was grilled by the hot air Cracks that looked like spider webs appeared on the floor.
When she entered here, Xia Ling realized that the aura that she had felt outside the courtyard had actually been heavily intercepted. Otherwise, the entire Qingfeng residence would have been burnt up!
"Master Lin! "
Xia Ling called out and entered the house.
Her feet were a little hot, but there was clearly a layer of black gas enveloping the place where she was standing.
This black gas did not come from anywhere else, but from Xia Ling's body.
She had seen countless ghosts since she was young. Most of her body had been corroded by the Yin Energy. If she went out on July 15th, not many people would discover that she was alive even if she blended in with the crowd of ghosts.
Solitary Yin did not last long, and solitary Yang did not give birth.
She and Lin Yan were two extremes. With such a dense yin energy in her body, even if she was not killed by the female ghost, she was destined to not live past the age of 25.
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Xia Ling pushed open the door to the room.
In the room, clusters of golden flames danced in the air.
Lin Yan was wearing an ink-colored robe. Half of the robe had been burned by the flames and turned into ashes. His chest was exposed, and his slender and firm lines were completely different from the gentle appearance of the robe he was wearing.