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The shadowy figure then released its grip.

Chen Mo slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the dark figure.

"Let's go."

The dark figure turned around and walked out of the wooden house with another dark figure, disappearing into the night.

Chen Mo sat on the ground for a while before struggling to get up and stumbling back to his residence.

.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.

An Lan groggily opened her eyes and found herself holding someone!

She was startled and was about to push him away when she looked up and saw Lin Xuan, at which point she stopped.

Everything that happened last night flooded her mind.

bathroom...

Thinking of those scenes.

An Lan's cheeks felt hot. She wanted to get out of bed quietly, but as soon as she moved, aches and pains ran through her body.

Especially the waist and legs.

She gritted her teeth and moved her body little by little.

Lin Xuan also woke up. Seeing her frowning, he asked with concern, "Are you alright? Should we...?"

"Close your eyes and turn your head away."

An Lan grabbed the blanket and covered herself with it.

Ok?

Lin Xuan was taken aback.

This scene seems familiar.

He obediently turned his head.

An Lan got out of bed, still wrapped in the blanket. She had only taken two steps when she suddenly stopped and turned back to look at him:

Why did you contact Zhao Xueli last night?

Lin Xuan: ......

He scratched his head, forcing a smile, and explained, "Because... before, to help her treat her migraines..."

"Oh, so you've taken it to the bedroom?"

"As you know... my situation is a bit special, there's something wrong with my body..."

Before Lin Xuan could finish speaking, An Lan sneered, said nothing more, and walked out of the bedroom.

Got it!

Lin Xuan shook his head with a wry smile.

Half an hour later, An Lan changed into a smart business suit and returned to her previous icy CEO demeanor.

The only thing is that his walking is a little unnatural.

She pushed open the bedroom door and saw Lin Xuan already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'll give you three days off, that should be enough time to rest, right?" An Lan said calmly.

Lin Xuan nodded subconsciously.

An Lan said no more and turned to leave.

Is this for real?

After An Lan left, Lin Xuan sat down cross-legged and tried to circulate his internal energy.

"hiss--"

As soon as I circulated my qi, a burning pain shot through my meridians.

He gasped in pain.

The aftereffects of this forbidden technique were more severe than imagined. Not only were many meridians in the body damaged, but even the circulation of true energy became much more sluggish.

Under normal training conditions, it would take at least half a month to recover.

However, Lin Xuan's inherited memories contained an even faster method.

They still practice dual cultivation.

Repairing meridians by leveraging the power of yin and yang harmony.

Looks like I'll be spending more time at Binjiang Huafu lately!

An Lan?

Don't even think about it!

ten o'clock.

Lin Xuan finished tidying up and left An Lan's house, wandering aimlessly through the streets.

Since we have a holiday, we might as well take a good rest.

As he walked, Lin Xuan entered an antique market.

This area is mostly comprised of street stalls displaying all sorts of trinkets, some genuine and some fake, such as ancient coins, porcelain, and calligraphy and paintings.

There are quite a few people here because someone found a genuine item here last year, which was auctioned off for several million dollars.

Therefore, many people like to come here to stroll around in their spare time.

Lin Xuan was just wandering around casually. He didn't understand these things; he was just watching for the fun.

After wandering around and finding nothing he liked, Lin Xuan was about to leave.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

A faint aura emanated from a certain direction.

It's hard to describe the feeling; it's as if something is guiding me from the shadows.

Lin Xuan paused, following his senses to look in that direction.

In a corner of the market, an old man with a bulbous nose, wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, was sitting there, yawning.

In front of him was a dirty, tattered cloth with a few scattered "junk" items on it.

A rusty iron kettle, a chipped earthenware bowl, and a few rusty copper coins.

And then there was nothing left!

There was no one at the stall.

Lin Xuan glanced around and confirmed that his sensation was coming from the stone under the old man's buttocks.

He walked over without making a sound.

The old man heard footsteps and opened his sleepy eyes.

Upon seeing a customer arrive, he immediately perked up: "Wow, young man, you have good taste! You're the first person to arrive today! Come, come, I've already informed you!"

As he spoke, he began pointing to his items and introducing them: "Ming Dynasty bowls, Qing Dynasty teapots—they all have impressive histories!"

Lin Xuan glanced at them and casually asked, "Sir, how much are these?"

He picked up a rusty copper coin and weighed it in his hand.

"Young man, these are all good stuff. I think you're destined for this place. Give me two hundred thousand, and I'll sell them to you as a package! Shh, don't tell anyone about this good deal!"

The old man looked left and right, then spoke in a low voice.

He looked at you like you were getting a great deal.

Lin Xuan glanced at the corner of his mouth.

No, sir, are you treating me like a foreigner?

"Five hundred." Lin Xuan said expressionlessly.

"Huh?" The old man was stunned.

"Five hundred yuan, I'll take it all, if..." Lin Xuan repeated.

Before he could finish speaking, the old man's eyes widened, and he slapped his thigh: "Deal! 0"

Lin Xuan: ......

Well, that's too much.

He thought the old man would haggle at least twice, but he didn't expect him to agree so readily!

The old man seemed afraid that Lin Xuan would change his mind, so he handed over his QR code while quickly packing the "antiques" into a tattered sack.

His face was beaming with smiles, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

Lin Xuan had no choice but to pay the 500 yuan without even thinking of going back.

The old man received the money, happily handed over the sack, and exclaimed, "Young man, you've hit the jackpot! You're truly blessed!"

As he spoke, he cheerfully picked up the flowerpot-sized stone that he had been sitting on and prepared to move it onto the tricycle behind him.

"Wait a minute." Lin Xuan stopped him.

The old man was somewhat puzzled.

"We agreed that everything you put on the stall belongs to me." Lin Xuan pointed to the stone in his hand.

The old man paused for a moment, then said, "You want this worthless rock too? It's something I use to sit on; I picked it up from the riverbank, it's worthless!"

"I know, but I just like all kinds of stones," Lin Xuan explained casually, his eyes still fixed on the various things in the sack.

It seems he really just enjoys collecting stones.

But the old man gave him a wary look, then glanced at the stone in his hand.

"Young man, you don't think there's anything good inside this stone, do you?" The old man hesitated.

He examined it carefully and confirmed that it was indeed just a large, ordinary pebble.

"How about... young man, you add another 50,000 to my account? I'll give you this tricycle too! Look at all this treasure, you're getting a great deal!"

Lin Xuan pointed to himself and said, word by word:

"Sir, do you think I'm a sucker?"