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Hiss—
Gu An swung the sickle blade.
The sickle blade manifested its soul-reaping blade energy.
Lang Qing didn't accept his fate. At the instant of the swing, he bolted toward the distance like a startled rabbit.
The sickle blade missed—it didn't strike Lang Qing.
At this moment, Gu An suddenly felt weak. His legs couldn't even stand steady.
He chose to sit down directly on his rear.
"My premonition was right—two more swings and I'd have no strength left." He murmured to himself.
Lang Qing ran for a distance, then turned to look back at Gu An.
Seeing Gu An sitting on the ground, he immediately understood.
He'd been toyed with!
The supernatural power contained in this magical treasure was terrifying, but using it seemed to weaken the user.
To wield a magical treasure required certain conditions—the specific conditions depended on what the treasure needed. This was also common knowledge.
Boundless fury surged in his heart. Veins bulged on Lang Qing's forehead.
Gu An paid no attention to Lang Qing's rage.
He saw a familiar farmer figure appear out of nowhere on the official road. This time he didn't need to look through his legs to see the demon—he could see it directly.
Unlike seeing Abang before, this time his eyes could see him directly.
Abang crawled along the official road. The environment within half a zhang around him was gloomy, still that dark and eerie scenery. Looking carefully, one could see the blood-red crescent moon behind him.
He was like a visitor from the netherworld, clearly distinct from the world of the living.
Inexplicably strange.
This scene was quite special, leaving Gu An momentarily dazed.
Abang seemed like something that shouldn't exist in this world—no matter how you looked at him, he gave you goosebumps.
Then, Gu An looked at the sickle blade, bent down, and slit his throat.
That's about right.
Start over!
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Inside the thatched cottage.
Gu An rose from the bedding made of straw.
Having experienced it once, he basically understood Lang Qing and Zhang Liuxue.
Next, he skillfully completed the entire experience, bid farewell to Old Man Hong, and this time he didn't completely wrap the sickle blade. He wrapped the handle with clothing, gripped the sickle blade magical treasure, bare-chested, and stood leaning against a tree by the roadside.
The four people appeared.
"A magical treasure?!"
Lang Qing showed alarm, immediately spotting the magical treasure in Gu An's hand.
"Magical treasure?" Hearing Lang Qing's words, the old peddler was inexplicably shocked.
Then he looked toward Gu An.
Where was the magical treasure?
He couldn't see any magical treasure.
As they approached, he saw Gu An looked very much like someone he knew from the village ahead—or rather, he was that person.
Gu An looked at Lang Qing. This time, the other didn't speak to invite him to travel together or use him as a scapegoat.
"I am..."
Just as Lang Qing was about to speak, Gu An revealed their situation with one sentence.
"You've encountered a demon, haven't you?"
Lang Qing and Zhang Liuxue's pupils contracted sharply.
"Brother, you're saying..." Lang Qing still wanted to equivocate, but Gu An interrupted him. Dealing with these two cunning people, beating around the bush was meaningless.
"Your name is Lang Qing, hers is Zhang Liuxue. You're not siblings."
Gu An spoke again.
As soon as the words left his mouth, three sounds of surprise rang out.
One from the woodcutter, one from the old peddler, one from Zhang Liuxue.
The first two had always thought they were siblings because that's what they'd said.
The old peddler knew Lang Qing but didn't know Zhang Liuxue. Lang Qing was from a great household in the county—he had no reason to lie, making the peddler subconsciously assume they were siblings.
"Who are you?"
Lang Qing examined Gu An warily.
This person knew them and could see at a glance they'd been targeted by a demon?
This person's appearance was that of a farmer working the fields, yet the magical treasure in his hand couldn't be faked.
In ordinary mortals' eyes, it looked like a rusty sickle blade that hadn't been maintained for a long time. In their eyes, however, it was teeming with demonic energy—a gloomy demon treasure.
Gu An didn't answer Lang Qing. He looked calmly toward the old peddler: "Old peddler, we meet again."
"Are you Gu An?"
The old peddler was puzzled.
Gu An was different from when he'd seen him three days ago—not in appearance, but in feeling.
It felt like not seeing someone for a day was like three autumns passing.
"You and he don't need to go to Anshan Town. I'll accompany them. You don't need to return the money they gave you either."
The words Gu An calmly spoke shocked and astonished the four.
"You know we paid this young master and are accompanying them to Anshan Town?"
Lang Qing and Zhang Liuxue were filled with doubt.
Because they'd provoked a demon, they'd been on guard throughout their journey. They were certain Gu An hadn't been with them along the way—they'd never seen him around. How did this person know about their journey?
"You don't want to provoke a demon either, do you?"
Gu An continued.
These words frightened the old peddler. He always conducted business honestly—since he'd already taken the money, he had to do the job.
Most importantly, he wouldn't run away scared just because of Gu An's words. However, looking at his employer's expression, it seemed Gu An wasn't lying.
Beside him, Lang Qing frowned, not immediately responding.
At this moment, Gu An turned to look at Lang Qing.
"You don't want this matter to cause you to sleep eternally here, do you?"
His words, as always, weren't many but made one's bones and skin turn cold.
"What do you mean by that?"
As Lang Qing spoke, he constantly recalled the Celestial Masters of Anshan Town mentioned by his family elders.
Though he wasn't from Anshan Town, he knew the town's Celestial Masters in great detail. Not one matched Gu An's appearance.
"Literal meaning." Gu An remained calm.
"You've provoked a Conferment-Seeking Demon, and I can save you."
Lang Qing was greatly alarmed. He hadn't expected Gu An not only to see they'd provoked a demon but also to know they'd provoked a Conferment-Seeking Demon.
"Young master... how did you learn these things?" Zhang Liuxue, who'd been silent, finally spoke.
"I know more than just this."
Gu An looked at Lang Qing: "You're carrying three hundred taels in banknotes, plus thirty taels in loose silver and copper coins."
Then he looked at Zhang Liuxue.
"You have a Hetian jade pendant, and you're also hiding a Scapegoat Talisman."
Zhang Liuxue retreated, hastily covering her chest with her sleeve, her jade cheeks flushing, shame and indignation mixed in her eyes.
Gu An had pointed out everything she carried. The latter item was a life-saving talisman her grandfather had given her, hidden in the lining against her chest.
Gu An's words made their expressions change again and again.
They felt as if they had no secrets before this person.
Before him, they were completely exposed.
"How do you know this? Who exactly are you!" Lang Qing shouted while retreating, assuming a defensive internal martial arts stance.
Facing their wariness, Gu An remained calm, like someone without the seven emotions and six desires.
Then they heard Gu An speak again.
"I know because I wish to know. You need not be so wary of me. If I had intended harm, you would already be dead."
Gu An extended his hand toward Zhang Liuxue: "Give me your Scapegoat Talisman. I'll write my name on it."
Zhang Liuxue was stunned.
For some reason, looking at Gu An's jet-black eyes, she obediently turned sideways with her back to Lang Qing and took out the Scapegoat Talisman from her bosom.
Gu An didn't take the Scapegoat Talisman.
He had Zhang Liuxue hold it with both hands, while he bit his finger and wrote his name on the back of the talisman, dripping blood.
This action horrified Zhang Liuxue and Lang Qing.
The two exchanged glances.
Both could see the shock in the other's eyes.
"Zhang Liuxue greets the Exalted Immortal."
"Lang Qing had eyes but failed to recognize the Exalted Immortal. Please forgive this offense."
Zhang Liuxue and Lang Qing bowed in succession.