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"Ding-ling-ling — —"

The phone rang, startling Xuan Huang, who was in the midst of regulating his breathing.

Having transmigrated for over ten days, this seemed to be the first call from a relative of his predecessor?

In the past ten days or so, besides the telecom company constantly sending him messages, it seemed no one else cared about him.

The invasion of the eerie wasn't without its benefits; at least scam calls had disappeared completely.

It was said that there were also eerie beings involved in telecom fraud, and the losses from that incident were severe.

Since then, telecom fraud had vanished.

"Hello, cousin."

The call was from his cousin on his aunt's side, Liu Wenhe.

"Bro, you've become a Martial Master?"

His cousin's shocked inquiry came through the phone.

Xuan Huang was a little puzzled: "How did you know?"

"Our teacher took us to the Martial Arts Hall to study, and I saw your photo and introduction. Bro, is it true?"

Xuan Huang understood; it must be that the school organized martial arts students to study at their Martial Arts Hall.

After he became one of the Martial Arts Hall's few dozen Martial Masters, his introduction and photo were put up on the publicity board to showcase the hall's strength.

"You've already seen it, so is it fake?" Xuan Huang replied.

"No, I... I just... just..."

The little cousin stammered, clearly still in shock.

Not to mention him, even the people in the Martial Arts Hall were confused; becoming a Martial Warrior and then a Martial Master in less than a week, was he cheating?

"It's okay, you'll get used to it."

"Uh!" The little cousin finally managed to organize his words: "Bro, do you have time? I want to learn martial arts from you."

"Not right now, I'm out on a mission."

"What? Are you out dealing with the eerie?"

His cousin's excited and worried question came through the phone.

"You could say that."

"Then, bro, be careful. When you get back, my mom said to have you over for dinner."

"Okay, I'll contact you when I get back."

"That... Bro, I..."

Just as Xuan Huang was about to hang up, his little cousin suddenly stammered, his words unclear.

"If there's something, just say it."

"It's just that, it's just that, I encountered a strange thing. For the past two nights, I've been having the same dream, and there's always a woman's voice calling out to me: 'Heartless man, beast, return my child'."

"Tell me in detail..." Xuan Huang asked.

The little cousin seemed to have mustered his courage and began to explain in detail.

It started when the little cousin was reading a book in the school library, a very normal book called "Basic Analysis of Martial Arts".

But when he was reading, he flipped through it and found an old, yellowed piece of paper in the book's interlayer.

The little cousin didn't care at the time, and seeing the cheesy words on it, he felt 'disgusted'.

Regardless of whether someone had forgotten to put it in the book, it obviously greatly reduced his interest in reading.

He tore it up several times, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

Then the trouble came...

Starting the day before yesterday, he dreamed that he was in an antique courtyard, and he had become a young master from the Republican era, a纨绔子弟.

He always heard a woman's vicious scolding and cursing in his ear.

At first, it was very vague, and the voice was a little far away, but yesterday it was the same dream, and this time the woman's cursing voice was closer.

He always had a feeling that once the owner of this voice got closer and closer, when she approached him, it would be when he encountered danger.

Thanks to the school's popularization and education of the eerie, he immediately felt that he should have encountered an eerie event when he encountered this kind of thing.

That love letter should be the medium, the prerequisite for triggering the eerie.

Unpreventable! He just accidentally saw a disgusting love letter, and it ruined his interest in reading, so what if he tore it up?

"Who else have you told?"

After listening to his cousin's description, Xuan Huang also made a judgment; it should be an eerie, no doubt.

"Bro, I didn't care the first time I had the dream the night before yesterday. Last night was the second time and the same dream, and I immediately felt something was wrong. I haven't told the school teacher yet."

Xuan Huang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, fortunately it was just beginning.

His little cousin was very alert, and he noticed something was wrong after just two consecutive dreams.

He probably would have told the teacher today, but after seeing that he had become a Martial Master, he asked him instead.

"It's not too dangerous yet." Xuan Huang could only 'comfort' him like this.

He added: "By the way, what about the love letter you tore up?"

"Wuwu..."

Suddenly, a cry came from the phone, and the little cousin cried.

"Bro, after I realized something was wrong today, I immediately checked the books in my backpack. That love letter, it... it's clipped in my book, intact."

"When did you find out?"

Xuan Huang was a little shocked.

"Just now, during our call, I thought of it, so I just looked around, and as a result, I found it, wuwu..."

Xuan Huang understood why his little cousin suddenly burst into tears; it turned out that when the two were talking on the phone, he also thought of something, so he searched and searched, and found it...

It was imaginable how frightened the little cousin on the other end of the phone was at this moment.

"Calm down!"

Xuan Huang scolded on the other end of the phone.

The little cousin was awakened from his panic.

"What are you going to do now?"

Xuan Huang asked after hearing his cousin calm down.

The little cousin, Liu Wenhe, was very confused and said: "Bro, I'm going to tell the teacher."

"And then?"

"Then, then the teacher..." Liu Wenhe was silent.

"It's useless. Let alone that there are no Spirit Masters among your teachers, even if there are, what they can do now is only put away the love letter medium and wait for the follow-up."

Xuan Huang knew more than his cousin; there was no good solution to this kind of thing.

There was no one-on-one help, Spirit Masters were scarce, and everyone was busy to death.

Each Spirit Master faced a more dangerous situation than what Liu Wenhe was facing.

It was impossible to expect a Spirit Master to watch over Liu Wenhe.

They could only put away the love letter medium and see if it would transfer because of it, and Liu Wenhe would just have to wait.

Rather than that, Xuan Huang felt that it was better for him to do it himself.

He planned to take the love letter medium to see if the eerie would continue to look for Liu Wenhe, or look for him, who was holding the love letter medium.

If it looked for him first, his little cousin would be safe.

At least it represented that before he died, according to the eerie's rules, it would not look for Liu Wenhe.

And wanted him to die?

It could only be said that there was no hope.

If it really didn't work, he could just hide in the consciousness space. Even if he didn't have the strength to solve it now, didn't he still have the big millstone in his own small courtyard?

Throw the love letter there, and let the two eeriness fight first.

Thinking about it, the eerie represented by the love letter couldn't beat the big millstone.

There was even the blood pool he was guarding. If it didn't work, he would throw it into the blood pool secret realm and let the love letter eerie compete with the blood pool.

"Bro, what should I do?"

It could only be said that people were panicked and mindless; his cousin, Liu Wenhe, didn't know what to do at this moment.

"You wait, I'll go over later and hand the love letter medium over to the Martial Arts Hall's higher-ups to deal with, and then..."

Xuan Huang said his plan, but told a kind lie.

He said that he would hand over the love letter eerie to the Martial Arts Hall, but in fact, he would handle it himself.

"Okay, bro. I won't go to school first, I'll wait for you."

Like grabbing a life-saving straw, Liu Wenhe couldn't imagine how much trouble it would bring to others to hand it over like this; he couldn't think so much in a panicked and mindless state.

After hanging up the phone, Xuan Huang sat cross-legged calmly without taking any action.

Until more than ten minutes later, the person disappeared from this place.

Through the millstone space, as the controlled space became larger and larger, and the will became stronger and stronger, Xuan Huang could teleport freely within a certain range.

...

When the panicked and helpless little cousin received the call, Xuan Huang was already waiting at the agreed place.

"Huff, huff"

Seeing Xuan Huang waving, Liu Wenhe hurried towards Xuan Huang.

"Bro, I just remembered, don't you have a mission?"

"Yes, I only have half an hour of free time, I need to rush back immediately."

"Oh." Liu Wenhe didn't think much about it.

"Give it to me."

Xuan Huang looked at the book that Liu Wenhe was holding tightly in his hand, the love letter medium was inside.

"Okay."

He solemnly handed it over to Xuan Huang.

"You go back, contact me at any time, and see if you will repeat the dream tonight."

Xuan Huang took the medium, there was no time to check it at this moment, and said to Liu Wenhe.

"Okay, bro."

"Okay, go back, I'll hand it over to the Martial Arts Hall to deal with." Xuan Huang added: "Don't be nervous, the calmer you are, the greater the chance, remember."

"Remember."

Liu Wenhe nodded with gritted teeth, tears welling up in his eyes.

Watching Xuan Huang disappear around the corner.

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