“Miss Song.”
He Xiuyuan called out to Song Sijun, who was about to turn and leave.
Song Sijun heard him and turned her head, looking at He Xiuyuan in confusion.
“I have important matters to attend to and will be departing tomorrow. Song’s father has had a bit too much to drink, so I would appreciate it if Miss Song could relay the message.”
He Xiuyuan stopped Song Sijun and bowed slightly as he spoke.
“You’re leaving?”
Song Sijun was startled by his words, then subconsciously turned to look at He Xiuyuan.
He Xiuyuan nodded, “Yes, I have important matters to attend to, and it’s time for me to leave. I am grateful for the Song family’s hospitality these past few days.”
A strange look appeared in Song Sijun’s eyes.
Previously, although she held some prejudice against He Xiuyuan, he had taken the initiative to come and annul the engagement, even admitting that he had lost his ambition and didn't want to hold her back.
From these perspectives, He Xiuyuan didn't seem as detestable as she had thought.
Furthermore, the butler had previously claimed He Xiuyuan was a swindler, but in the past few days at the Song Residence, she hadn't seen He Xiuyuan do anything of the sort.
Thinking of this, Song Sijun fell silent for a moment.
“Won’t you stay a few more days?”
“No, the situation over there is quite urgent.”
He Xiuyuan thought for a moment, then replied.
Things were indeed urgent; there were many places he needed to go.
Song Sijun didn't know what matters He Xiuyuan had that were so urgent, as it wasn't related to the imperial examination.
But since He Xiuyuan said so, she agreed.
“I will convey this to my father.”
“Thank you, Miss Song.”
He Xiuyuan clasped his hands in a bow upon hearing this.
Seeing this, Song Sijun also curtsied, then returned to the inner courtyard.
“Young Master He, someone came looking for you this morning and left a message.”
At this moment, a servant nearby also quickly came out and said to He Xiuyuan.
“Who?”
He Xiuyuan was a little surprised to hear this. He had only just arrived in Chang'an, so who would be looking for him?
“It’s someone from the Zhong family. They said they wanted to thank you for what happened last night.”
What happened last night? The Zhong family?
He Xiuyuan immediately understood who had come looking for him. It must be Zhong Xiuyun or her family.
It seemed that when the 'Ward' Spell he left behind last night took effect, someone was with her?
He Xiuyuan pondered this for a moment.
“Young Master He, if you’re leaving tomorrow, you might not see the person from the Zhong family. That person said they wanted to visit again tomorrow.”
The servant, having heard He Xiuyuan’s earlier words, quickly reminded him in a low voice.
He Xiuyuan thought for a moment and then said, “If someone from the Zhong family comes tomorrow, just tell them that I already know about what happened last night and have resolved the matter, so there’s no need to worry.”
He Xiuyuan felt that the other party was probably worried that the evil spirit would bother the Zhong family again.
If that was all they were worried about, then they could rest assured.
After all, that female ghost had indeed been captured and taken to the underworld.
“This… Yes, I understand.”
The servant immediately responded.
He Xiuyuan smiled and nodded, then returned to his room to rest.
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In the early morning, a faint mist covered the streets and alleys, and the air was subtly moist.
He Xiuyuan rose from his bed, opened his eyes, got up, and after a simple wash, neatly folded his bedding before leaving the room.
At this hour, the Song Residence was extremely quiet; the servants had long since gone to bed.
He Xiuyuan came before the main hall of the Song Residence, then untied the brush from his waist.
This brush had never been dipped in ink. He Xiuyuan now simply tied it with a string and hung it on his waist.
When he needed to use it, he just had to untie it.
He held the brush in his hand and wrote the character 'Slay'.
Logically speaking, evil spirits should be rarely seen in Chang'an City, but there were exceptions to everything.
The 'Slay' character carried too much killing intent; it could only be used to suppress a residence or for direct combat.
If this character were placed between a person's eyebrows, a Mortal would not be able to withstand its killing intent.
After He Xiuyuan wrote the 'Slay' character, a golden light suddenly appeared, illuminating half of Chang'an.
The Night Patrol Gods saw this scene and instinctively moved closer, then they felt the aura was somewhat familiar.
Wasn't this the method used by that Expert when he captured the female ghost that day?
Why was he using this Spell again now? Could it be that another evil spirit had appeared?
Thinking of this, the Night Patrol Gods quickened their pace.
If an evil spirit appeared in Chang'an City, they would certainly come to investigate and see if they could help in any way.
A moment later, the Night Patrol Gods swiftly arrived on the courtyard wall of the Song Residence, their gaze falling into the courtyard.
At this moment, He Xiuyuan placed the 'Slay' character within the Song Residence.
Noticing the Night Patrol Gods approaching, He Xiuyuan immediately turned to look at the Yin Gods behind him.
“Mr. He.”
Seeing He Xiuyuan, the Night Patrol Gods respectfully clasped their hands.
Yesterday, even the Lord City God was courteous to He Xiuyuan, so they naturally dared not be negligent.
“Greetings, honored Patrol Gods. Did I inadvertently alarm you?”
“Mr. He, what are you saying? We are merely patrolling, so there is no question of being alarmed.”
The Night Patrol Gods quickly replied upon hearing this.
He Xiuyuan smiled, then pointed to the courtyard and said, “The owner of this place has some connection with me, so I left a Spell here, hoping that he will not be disturbed by evil spirits.”
“So that’s how it is.”
The Night Patrol Gods exchanged glances. This matter should be reported to the Lord City God later.
If the people here had some connection with Mr. He, then they should be given some care in the future.
He Xiuyuan nodded, and after confirming that he had not overlooked anything, he conjured a ball of water from a nearby well with a flick of his fingers, then stepped on the water and crossed over the courtyard wall.
The Night Patrol Gods nearby saw this, and their pupils slightly contracted. Controlling water to move?
This Mr. He has such powerful means!
“I have important matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave.”
Having exited the courtyard wall, He Xiuyuan said to the Night Patrol Gods.
The Night Patrol Gods quickly assented, then watched as He Xiuyuan slowly walked into the distance.
Although they did not see He Xiuyuan casting a Spell to travel, the several Patrol Gods were already filled with reverence for He Xiuyuan.
This Mr. He has such powerful Spells!
He Xiuyuan, at this moment, walked through the morning mist, and after a short while, he saw steamed buns being sold nearby. He immediately bought a few, and eating them, he left Chang'an and headed for the Hall of Hundred Flowers.
Shifang Mountain was even further than the Hall of Hundred Flowers. He Xiuyuan decided to go to the Hall of Hundred Flowers first, then to Shifang Mountain, and then to seek out Sanxian Island.
As the sun gradually rose, Chang'an once again returned to its usual hustle and bustle, and after Jinping woke up, she came to He Xiuyuan's room.
Just as she was about to knock, she saw the door ajar. When she pushed the door open and entered, she found the room empty.
