After provoking the holy maiden of Miao territory, she was infected with a love curse.

Sang Che placed the porcelain-white soup spoon into the chicken soup. She had no defenses against Yin Huaixi at all. She slowly scooped it up and drank it.

At first bite, Sang Che didn't notice anything wrong, but when she took the second bite...

His brow furrowed slightly.

There seems to be something mixed in this soup; it tastes rather strange.

"What's wrong? Did I put in too much salt, or does it just not taste good?"

That shouldn't be the case.

As the head chef in the family, Yin Huaixi usually cooks for her parents during her holidays, and she is quite confident in her culinary skills.

Last time Nuo Qianqian and Han Ke came to visit, they both praised her, saying she could be a chef at a restaurant.

"Huaixi, this soup is not right."

Yin Huaixi was confused.

She immediately put down her chopsticks and walked to Sang Che's side, looking down to examine him closely. The chicken soup had a thin layer of oil floating on it, making it look very fresh.

Lowering her head again, Yin Huaixi leaned close to Sang Chewan and sniffed lightly; there was no strange smell.

"Ah Che, what's wrong?"

"I don't see any problem."

After saying that, Yin Huaixi wanted to pick up the chicken soup in front of Sang Che and take a sip to taste its saltiness.

"Don't drink it..."

Unable to describe the strange feeling, Sang Che could only reach out and grab Yin Huaixi.

"Huaixi... Anyway, don't drink it yet."

Master Lingxu listened intently, glanced at the chicken soup, put down his chopsticks, and took out a piece of cinnabar paper from his bag.

"Young friend, I'd like to try this soup and see if there's anything wrong with it."

With a flourish of his brush, Master Lingxu quickly wrote a yellow talisman.

He made a hand seal and chanted an incantation, and the yellow talisman flew into the chicken soup. In an instant, blue ghost fire emerged!

The ashes of the yellow talisman floated in the chicken soup, turning the originally milky white soup into a pot of black broth.

Master Lingxu: "It's eerily ghostly."

"This thing probably has some origins; it's from the underworld."

Yin Huaixi: "???"

Hell?

Good heavens, these ghosts really do have connections to the underworld?

No wonder he can be so arrogant in this city!

With her hand on the edge of the table, Yin Huaixi didn't even realize that her face was right in front of Sang Che's, her fingers unconsciously pressing against the back of Sang Che's hand.

Yin Huaixi's tone was full of worry: "Ache, are you alright after drinking that sip? Should we go to the hospital to have your stomach pumped right away?"

"Maybe it's not too late."

Sang Che shook her head. She looked at Yin Huaixi, reached out and pressed her palm against the back of Yin Huaixi's hand to comfort her, as if she wasn't the one who had drunk that poisoned chicken soup.

Instead, she said in a reassuring tone, "Huaixi, don't worry about me."

"This bit of poison is harmless to me and probably won't cause me any harm."

Hearing Sang Che's stubbornness, Master Lingxu put away his cinnabar brush and frowned slightly.

"Your Excellency, nothing should be taken lightly."

"These things from the underworld are quite substantial. Perhaps... we should go to the hospital and clean out the filth."

Master Lingxu's words struck a chord with Yin Huaixi, who frowned and looked at Sang Che, determined not to give up until she got him to the hospital.

Faced with everyone's worries, Sang Che just smiled and said indifferently, "Since this is something from the underworld, even if I go to the clinic, it will probably have already seeped into my bones."

As Sang Che spoke, she beckoned her finger toward Yin Huaixi, and Sang Che immediately understood, leaning her head closer.

Whispering softly, Sang Che reached out and put his arm around Yin Huaixi's slender waist.

Sang Che: "Huai Xi, even Chi You's divine blood can't neutralize this poison. Do you think going to the hospital will be of any use?"

Yin Huaixi, who had panicked in her haste, has now calmed down. She had considered what Sang Che had said.

The evil spirits already knew their background last night, but they still didn't know the evil spirits' background.

This poison powder, taken from the underworld, is probably specifically designed to suppress Sang Che.

"There's another way."

"Ah Che, there's another way!"

Yin Huaixi didn't carelessly throw away the love potion that Sang Che gave her; she wouldn't throw away something so important.

The love potion was placed in the drawer of the bedside table. Yin Huaixi originally thought she would never need this thing in her life.

But now, Yin Huaixi has this idea.

She brought the evil spirit there.

Sang Che had already used the power of Chi You's divine blood last night, and today he was ambushed by an evil spirit.

If anything unexpected happens again, they might really fall into the clutches of evil spirits.

Xu Ling was enjoying her meal when she heard that an evil spirit had poisoned the food. She immediately put down her chopsticks and sat up straight.

Looking at the table full of delicious-looking food, Xu Ling felt tears welling up in her eyes and had no choice but to reluctantly give it up and not eat another bite.

She was just about to tell Yin Huaixi that she shouldn't blame herself, that it was the evil spirit that was cunning.

Yin Huaixi then got up and left.

Only his back was left behind.

Xu Ling was confused. Her master had said that the poison came from the underworld, and was most likely from a powerful ghost cultivator, or a powerful thing that had flowed out from one of the "great ghosts" in the underworld.

You are so weak that you cannot even kill a chicken, and you are not proficient in any magic. Could it be that you have some kind of magical artifact in your hands when you return to your bedroom?

Thinking of this, Xu Ling looked at Sang Che's expression and saw that the Miao girl, who had originally been expressionless, had also frowned.

She got up and put down her chopsticks.

He ignored the two of them.

He went straight to the bedroom.

...

He knelt on both knees.

Yin Huaixi frantically rummaged through the bedside drawer and found the love potion that Sang Che had given her.

Clutching the cold, turquoise jar tightly, Yin Huaixi closed her eyes, somewhat unable to bear looking at the crimson, wriggling fat worm.

"No... I'm not afraid..."

"I've been saved, Ah Che..."

"She needs me..."

As soon as Yin Huaixi got close to Sang Che, she sensed something was wrong; Sang Che's face had turned pale.

Her fingers no longer had the strength to grip her arm tightly, and they trembled with every breath.

No matter how well Sang Che hid it, Yin Huaixi was still with her day and night and could see through Sang Che's deliberate forbearance at a glance.

"Huai Xi".

Following closely behind, Sang Che's eyes were pitch black. Although he couldn't see Yin Huaixi's movements clearly, as the owner of the "Love Gu"...

Sang Che knew this taste better than anyone else, and she groped her way forward.

"I told you I can handle it, you don't have to make yourself suffer."

The love potion was something Sang Che most wanted to feed to Yin Huaixi herself; she longed to see Yin Huaixi swallow the love potion she had refined.

After being afflicted with the love potion, Yin Huaixi no longer pushed her away.

I will no longer despise her.

I no longer find her scary.

He wouldn't feel resistant to her getting close.

Now that he has received a response from Yin Huaixi that she will not consume the love potion, even if it is only a little bit, Sang Che is happy to accept it.

There was no love potion between them.

It can also be a bond stronger than gold.

No?

Huddled on the carpet on the floor, Yin Huaixi didn't turn around. She pinched the soft, red worm between her fingers.

"Ah Che, you said you wouldn't turn me into a puppet, so I believe you."

"This is the only way I can save you..."

Sang Che: "Huai Xi, do you think I'm inferior? I told you, I can handle that evil spirit. You don't need to humble yourself like this."

"I know you don't want to, and you don't want to take the love potion; you're most afraid of that..."

Whether it's a past life or this life.

Yin Huaixi is afraid of insects.

Especially love potions.

However, this time, Sang Che did not expect that Yin Huaixi would give her an unconventional answer.

"No, who said I'm scared?"

"Ah Che, I'm not afraid."

"Also, A-Che... is it only if I take the love potion that your eye ailment will heal? And your chills will subside?"

"So that you can... avoid suffering so much?"