Let's Squander A Billion First! Chapter 129 – Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Dispel the Evil Spirit (27)

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: Dispel the Evil Spirit (27)
Tan Minghao was surrounded by fallen magic artifacts, only able to roar and spin in place.

At this moment, Tan Minghao's figure was flickering in and out of view, and Yao Wei could see it, her expression somewhat dull, not knowing whether she was frightened or not.

Suddenly, Tan Minghao charged toward Yao Wei.

Xia Han threw out three talismans in a row, intercepting Tan Minghao.

“Weiwei… Weiwei!” Tan Minghao was calling out Yao Wei's name.

Mother Yao and Yao Wei both retreated backwards, terrified.

“Weiwei!” Tan Minghao's emotions were intense, “You like him, don't you?”

Yao Wei shook her head.

She didn't even remember him, how could she like him?

“Weiwei, look at me, look at me!!”

Mother Yao held Yao Wei, not letting her look at Tan Minghao.

Occasionally, Tan Minghao would be burned by the talisman paper, screaming in agony, but he stubbornly moved toward Yao Wei.

“I like you so much, why won't you take a look at me?” Tan Minghao's figure became increasingly unsteady, “Do you like those men that much? They don't really love you, they don't! Only I, only I truly love you, Weiwei, look at me…”

“Ah!”

“Weiwei…”

Tan Minghao couldn't hold on any longer, collapsing to the ground, his figure dissipating as he struggled to reach out to Yao Wei.

Xia Han was a bit hesitant, not knowing whether to continue or not.

Chuzheng called a halt, and she floated toward Tan Minghao.

Tan Minghao's screams came to an abrupt stop.

The Old Taoist Priest appeared to sense something, his gaze intently fixed in Chuzheng's direction.

But he saw nothing, only Tan Minghao shrinking back in terror.

His mouth gaped open, hands frantically scratching at his neck as if someone were choking him.

Tan Minghao's lips moved, but he said something they couldn't quite make out.

Then they saw Tan Minghao slipping backward in terror; Xia Han threw out a talisman, blocking his path.

“I told you already, why won't you let me go, I don't want to die, I want to be with Weiwei, she is mine, she can only be mine!!” Tan Minghao shouted.

Chuzheng stood emotionlessly in place, “Accepting money to ward off disaster for someone.”

Chuzheng paused, then said, “Yao Wei doesn't want to be with you.”

Tan Minghao's form suddenly froze.

“No—” he yelled out loudly, “Weiwei does like me! She likes me, it's all of you, ruining Weiwei and me!”

“Your delusion is a bit severe.” Chuzheng floated back to Xia Han's side. “Smash.”

Xia Han's lips parted slightly, and after a moment, he picked up something and continued smashing.

Tan Minghao's face twisted as he cursed.

In the end, he was obliterated by a magic artifact.

The space suddenly quieted down.

The sinister air around them slowly faded away.

“Is he… dead?” Mother Yao asked Xia Han tremblingly.

Xia Han nodded.

Mother Yao held Yao Wei and wept bitterly.

This was all such a nightmare, an uninvited disaster.

Everyone left the basement, and now the only problem left was the ghost child in Yao Wei's stomach.

Since Xia Han had dealt with Tan Minghao, Mother Yao turned her gaze toward the beautiful boy she had not looked favorably upon at first.

However, the boy said he didn't know how to deal with the ghost child.

In the end, they had to rely on the Old Taoist Priest.

After aborting the ghost child, Mother Yao prepared money for both Xia Han and the Old Taoist Priest.

Yao Wei gave Xia Han an additional sum of money separately.

Xia Han stood up to leave, without saying another word to the Old Taoist Priest.

The Old Taoist Priest watched Xia Han's departing figure, a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.

Who was Xia Han?

After so many years on Taokong Mountain, his parents had never shown up again.

They knew exactly how much money he had on him.

Where did he get all those magic artifacts and talisman papers from?

Who gave them to him?

“Master, look at these magic artifacts,” the young man said, holding the artifacts he'd picked up from the basement. “They're all from Gold Pointing Pavilion.”

After Xia Han was done with them, he just threw them there…

The Old Taoist Priest took a look.

After a moment of silence, he said, “Go ask about the situation at Gold Pointing Pavilion.”

“Yes.”

The Old Taoist Priest had some prestige and connections at Gold Pointing Pavilion, but due to their customer confidentiality rules, they only told him someone had bought them and then gifted them to Xia Han.

As for who it was, they dared not say.

Actually, they didn't even know who it was, because besides the delivery address and phone number, everything else could be filled in randomly.

“Go check what Xia Han has been doing after coming down from the mountain, who he has met, and who he has been in contact with,” the Old Taoist Priest ordered in a deep voice.

“All right, Master.”

Xia Han returned to the villa, and Chuzheng asked him to go back to his room. Xia Han immediately hugged Chuzheng, “Little Beauty, don't lock me up, I get so bored alone in the room.”

He didn't want to be confined!

Why did his Little Beauty have such a terrifying hobby?

“I didn't take your phone.”

Xia Han was shocked; you even want to take my phone?!

“Little Beauty, I won't run around. Wherever you are, I'll be there,” Xia Han assured. “Please don't lock me up again.”

Chuzheng thought for a moment but did not agree, pulling him upstairs.

It was safer to lock him up.

Xia Han became anxious and pinned Chuzheng against the wall in the corridor to kiss her.

Three minutes later, Chuzheng wrapped the shivering Xia Han in a velvet blanket, “Without my permission, you're not allowed to step out of the front door.”

Xia Han nodded repeatedly; not going out was better than being in a single room.

“Feeling any better?” Chuzheng touched his head.

“…” If you take your hand off my hair, I'll feel much better.

Reluctantly, Xia Han nodded, and Chuzheng made him lie down before going out to prepare some food for him.

The calories from the food helped Xia Han recover a bit faster.

“Little Beauty, do you think…” Xia Han chewed on his spoon, hesitantly asking, “If Tan Minghao had confessed to Yao Wei back then, would she have liked him?”

“I don't know.” The event that never happened held infinite possibilities; who knew what the outcome would be.

“If Yao Wei had liked him, his actions would be understandable, but since Yao Wei doesn't like him, isn't he going a bit too far?” Xia Han poked at the food in his bowl, looking somewhat downcast.

Chuzheng glanced up at him, “Eat your meal properly.”

“… Okay.”

After eating, Xia Han sat on the bed, lost in thought, not knowing what was on his mind.

Chuzheng cleaned up and left; the door was left open and not closed. Xia Han snapped out of it and cautiously stepped out of his room, looking around.

The Evil Ghost was squatting right outside the door.

“Where are you going?” the Evil Ghost asked him.

“Downstairs.”

“Don't run off, she'll kill me,” the Evil Ghost alerted cautiously.

Xia Han: “…”

Why does she think I'm going to run away?

Xia Han went downstairs, and Chuzheng was sitting on the living room couch. He tiptoed, carefully approaching her, and hugged her from behind.

“Little Beauty.”

Chuzheng touched the back of his hand, “Go to sleep.”

“Sleep with me,” Xia Han whispered into Chuzheng's ear. “Otherwise, what if I run away?”

Chuzheng felt his argument made sense, “Hmm.”

Xia Han: “???”

Xia Han was a bit slow to react, but Chuzheng had already pulled him upstairs.

When they returned to the room, Xia Han finally realized, “Little Beauty… why don't I feel as cold as before?”

Chuzheng asked with an expressionless face, “Is that bad?”

Chapter end