My construction materials are weird

Returning to my long-lost home.

As I opened the door, even though it was midday, the eerie power emanating from the millstone felt like stepping into an ice cellar.

A layer of invisible mist enveloped Xuan Huang, and he slowly approached, carefully sensing it.

"As expected, it's at the second-order level."

The deduction indicated that the millstone was at the second-order level, and after advancing to the extraordinary, Xuan Huang personally sensed it.

"It hasn't yet awakened, there are no eerie rules. Just getting close to it possesses the strength of a second-order eerie entity."

Fortunately, it hasn't awakened. If this thing fully awakens, I'm afraid half of Nan City would be devoured by it.

It's a very dangerous ticking time bomb.

"I need to think of a way to resolve it as soon as possible, it won't be good if it awakens."

After observing for a while, Xuan Huang closed the door.

I don't dare to stay in such a home for long.

… …

The next day.

Old district.

In front of the familiar Old Wang Noodle Shop, Xuan Huang found a familiar spot to sit and ordered a bowl of noodles.

"Oh ho, isn't this Little Xuan? Haven't seen you for over ten days."

Old Wang greeted him familiarly.

"Had a mission, just got back."

Old Wang's eyes widened, and he smiled, "I heard that your Martial Arts Hall requires martial artists to carry out missions. Does that mean you've become a martial artist, Little Xuan?"

"Hehe, a slight breakthrough, a little bit."

"Amazing?"

Old Wang urged his wife to cook noodles for Xuan Huang.

He himself sat down and asked, "My second son is in his third year of high school at XX No. 2 Middle School. He's been practicing martial arts for three years, and he's always complaining to me about how difficult it is. Does your Martial Arts Hall have any experience to share?"

Old Wang asked solemnly.

Even with the resurgence of the eerie, it hasn't changed ordinary people's desire for their children to succeed.

No different from the cabbage parents before.

"What experience is there? The schools teach all the experience, and the martial instructors in our Martial Arts Hall are also martial arts teachers in various schools. It's all the same, there's nothing hidden."

"I just said that this kid is useless. He keeps telling me that martial arts is useless. His goal is to become a Spirit Invocator. This confounded brat is planning to anger me to death. Is being a Spirit Invocator so easy? That's risking your life."

Old Wang complained, listing his child's disobedience.

"Let him persevere. Maybe there will be a change. Changing course at this time is no different than 1949…" Xuan Huang almost slipped up.

"What 1949?" Old Wang listened carefully.

"It's nothing, just persevere. You see, I broke through because I persevered."

Old Wang deeply agreed: "Indeed, you have to persevere. How could learning martial arts be easy? I just didn't catch up with a good era. If I were…"

Old Wang boasted about his abilities.

Hearing this, Xuan Huang smiled slightly.

There are many in the Martial Arts Hall as boastful as Old Wang.

This Old Wang himself didn't persevere. Although there are reasons for talent, the reason he couldn't persevere himself exists.

Xuan Huang's smile made Old Wang inexplicably embarrassed.

"Haha, I'll go check to see if it's ready yet."

"No rush, no rush, I'm off work today."

Xuan Huang responded.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Xuan Huang watched aimlessly.

Although his temperament was otherworldly, he blended into the ordinary.

The atmosphere of everyday life can soothe people's hearts.

This kind of feeling is actually quite good.

After finishing his meal, he walked in the crowd.

A figure caught Xuan Huang's attention.

He saw a woman, her face pale, trying to stand tall, but shivering and trembling, making her look particularly awkward.

She was holding a flyer in her hand, but in Xuan Huang's eyes, it was covered in blood, with an eerie aura permeating it.

It had the same characteristics as the eerie Dream Painting Brush Love Letter he had suppressed.

"Madam, if you're promoting something, let me take a look at the flyer, maybe I need it."

Xuan Huang suddenly said as he walked up to the woman.

"Ah!"

The woman was startled, completely unaware of Xuan Huang's approach.

"S-Sir, y-you…"

As if making an important decision.

The woman hesitated for a moment.

It's better not to force such a painful moral choice. People's hearts can't withstand too many games.

While the woman hesitated, Xuan Huang directly took the flyer.

It was clear that this was a medium.

Taking this flyer would definitely trigger the eerie killing rules.

"Let me see, ha, it's actually a flyer for cosmetic surgery. What era is it that there's still cosmetic surgery?"

Xuan Huang looked as if he didn't understand.

And the woman was completely stunned, but her expression also carried a hint of relief.

"I thought it was a supermarket promotion discount? Turns out it's for cosmetic surgery, forget it, I'll help you throw it in the trash. Madam, don't do this job anymore, it has no future."

Xuan Huang turned to leave.

"Wait!"

After walking about five or six steps, the woman's shout suddenly came from behind.

"What's wrong, Madam?"

He saw the woman striding forward to approach Xuan Huang.

Looking around to make sure no one was there, she whispered to Xuan Huang, "I've encountered an eerie event, do you believe it?"

Xuan Huang nodded and said calmly, "I believe it."

The woman was anxious when she heard this, tears almost welling up in her eyes.

"I'm telling the truth, boo hoo…, not lying."

"Madam, don't be agitated, I really believe it. Come, let's go to the side and chat slowly."

Xuan Huang decisively pulled the woman to sit on a rest chair on the street.

It would be troublesome if this woman lost control and cried and shouted.

Until she sat down, the woman was still saying: "I'm telling the truth."

"Madam, I really believe it, I'm a member of the Martial Arts Hall, specializing in handling this, I really believe it. Don't cry first, crying won't solve the problem, come, speak slowly."

The woman stabilized a bit upon hearing this.

Especially Xuan Huang's statement that he specialized in handling this, it seemed like she had a fulcrum.

Her strained body suddenly relaxed.

"Boo hoo, I really was a doctor at a cosmetic surgery clinic before, opened in partnership with a colleague, but the business wasn't good a year ago so we closed it down."

"Then why are you still handing out flyers?"

Xuan Huang asked, following her words.

"The problem lies here. Yesterday, my colleague who partnered with me to open the clinic suddenly came to me, saying the business wasn't good and asked me to promote it more, and even gave me flyers."

Xuan Huang frowned: "Didn't it close down? Why did your colleague still ask you to hand out flyers?"

"Boo hoo…"

With this question, the woman completely couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

After a while, she stammered: "Not only did it close down a year ago, but this colleague of mine passed away seven days ago."

"I personally attended the funeral."

"But she appeared again yesterday and asked me to hand out flyers."

"What should I do?"

"Boo hoo…"

"This?"

Xuan Huang didn't know what to say for a moment.

A dead person appeared again, saying the business wasn't good, and told her to hand out flyers.

"Don't cry, how did your colleague die?"

"Burglary and murder, the murderer hasn't been caught yet, the murderer is very perverted, and even peeled off her face."

A bit interesting now.

"Why didn't you go seek help, go to the Town Evil Department, or even a Taoist temple, a Martial Arts Hall."

The woman's pear blossom-like face showed a hint of embarrassment upon hearing this.

She stammered: "I had a fluke mentality, thinking that if I gave the flyer to someone else, I would be fine."

"Regretting giving it to me?"

Xuan Huang wasn't angry at all, but rather asked with great interest.

"Sir, don't be angry. I really did have that thought just now, but I regretted it as soon as you took the flyer, I can't harm people like this."

After saying this, the woman wiped away her tears and became a little more determined. She added: "You're right, I need to go to the Town Evil Department for help, I can't harm people like this."

There's still hope, it hasn't reached the point of no return.

"A promising child!"

… …