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Seeing that he couldn't reach it, Dong Yangping stopped reaching out and continued to observe these negative emotional energies, which might not even qualify as curse power.

These mists seep from the surface of people's bodies, like rising water vapor, and slowly dissipate into the air.

Dong Yangping stood at the alley entrance, watching quietly.

This was the first time in twenty years that he had "seen" the power of magic.

Although it was through a magical artifact, although only its outline could be seen, and although it still lacked its own magical power.

But at least, he saw it.

An elderly woman buying groceries passed by him, her body enveloped in a thin layer of gray mist.

A middle-aged man jogged past; the fog was so thin he could barely see him.

A primary school student with a backpack ran towards the bus stop; the fog was thick—probably out of anxiety.

Dongyang Ping did not move.

He just watched.

Watching the mist seep out of the body, drift away, and merge into the air.

The cursed spirits may have been born from these mists.

Dong Yangping walked slowly along the alley.

No cursed spirit was found.

This area seemed clean, with no obvious points of concentration of magical energy.

He walked for twenty minutes, from one end of the alley to the other, and then turned back from the other end.

Then, he saw Shen'er.

Even as she walked from the other end of the street, her steps remained light and silent.

He was wearing that faded jacket and carrying an insulated bag—he must have come back from the hospital to pick something up.

Dong Yangping glanced at him habitually.

Then, he stopped.

Even so, something was coiled around his body.

A worm.

It's an ugly bug.

Its shape resembled a maggot magnified dozens of times, but its body was thicker and its entire body was a disgusting dark purple.

It coiled itself on Shen'er's shoulders and back, the downy hair on its head swaying gently, as if it were breathing.

Dong Yangping was stunned. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and then put them back on.

The worm is still there.

She walked up to him and saw him staring blankly at her, so she frowned.

"What are you looking at?"

"There's something on you..." Dong Yangping pointed to his shoulder.

She even glanced at her shoulder.

"You can see it now? Oh, right, you're wearing glasses. It's a spirit I raised! It has storage capabilities."

"...A cursed spirit?"

"Hmm," Dong Yangping said, "a bit ugly, hmm, very ugly!"

Shen'er's expression became somewhat subtle.

The level three cursed spirit has a clear form, but its curse power is unstable and its edges are blurry.

Level 2 and above begin to have a complete outline, and the incantation power becomes solid.

The insect in front of me is intact; it might even be a level one insect.

Shen Er remained silent for a few seconds.

I don't know if it's ugly or not, since I can't see what it looks like.

Dong Yangping looked at him, and suddenly a playful thought arose in his mind: "How about I let you wear my glasses?"

Shen Er waved his hand and continued walking forward: "No need."

Dongyang Ping changed the subject: "Why are you still wearing the same outfit? I remember I just got paid this month."

"It's worth millions, don't dress so shabbily."

Shen Er: "I'm used to it. Besides, the baby is due soon, and I need to save money. Huihui's health isn't good; she needs to recuperate. I can't spend money recklessly, and besides, I'm used to wearing these clothes!"

Dong Yangping: "???"

"I'll give you a raise next month. By the way, do you like gambling?"

Shen Er looked at Dong Yangping with some confusion: "If you don't like it, why do you ask?"

Dong Yangping: "No, I just suddenly thought of it and asked, 'Why are you back so early?'"

Shen Er raised the bag in her hand: "There's a bookstore over here. I bought a book on my way here, and I'll take it home and read it."

"Have you had any new insights lately? Do you want me to help you practice?"

Dongyang Ping waved his hand: "Not for now. Just keep an eye on information about cursed tools and items on the black market."

"OK."

Dong Yangping glanced at the insect again.

It remained coiled on Shen'er's shoulder, its antennae swaying gently, as if it were asleep.

Yeah, it's still ugly.

Dong Yangping took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Sure enough, he could clearly feel the presence of the insect, although he couldn't see its specific appearance.

Then Dong Yangping put his glasses back on.

From this moment on, he must get used to seeing the world through these glasses.

Because he must adapt to "seeing".

She didn't go to the hospital immediately.

He saw the open gate of the neighboring yard, the porters coming and going, and the ninety-nine Yuki standing calmly in the center of the yard.

He stopped in his tracks.

Shen Er's expression was somewhat puzzled: "...She lives here?"

"Yes." Dong Yangping nodded. "I rented the place next door."

Shen Er remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he turned around, walked into Dongyangping's courtyard, and sat down on the veranda.

Take a book out of your backpack.

Postpartum Care and Infant Feeding Guide.

The cover features a smiling young mother holding a pink baby in her arms.

Dong Yangping's lips twitched as he watched this scene.

"You're not going to the hospital?"

"Let's go this afternoon." Shen Er turned a page of his book, his face expressionless. "There's someone watching over Huihui's place."

Dongyang Ping understood.

It's not that I'm not worried about Huihui.

He was worried about the woman next door.

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Shen'er engrossed in reading.

"Are you afraid she'll dissect me and study me?"

She even glanced at him.

no answer.

But that look in his eyes clearly said, "What do you think?"

"Don't worry." Dong Yangping sat down next to him. "She can't beat me."

"She used magic," Shen said. "If you hadn't been physically strong enough and dodged quickly enough, you would have been half dead from that punch yesterday."

"I'm not that bad, and I didn't even use my full strength," Dong Yangping said. "Besides..."

Dongyang Ping paused, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes: "I threw her to the ground."

Shen Er remained silent and continued reading.

Dong Yangping did not disturb him.

He stood up, walked to the center of the courtyard, and began today's training.

Not strength training—last night's fight was a bit exhausting, so I need to take a break today.

It's skills training.

He assumed a starting stance on the lawn.

Tai Chi.

The initial momentum.

The movements were so slow that every detail could be seen with the naked eye.

But his breathing was quickening, his blood was surging, and his muscles were trembling slightly.

This is not a performance.

This is "listening to the energy".

Listen to the forces within your own body.

Which muscle is overly tense, which fascia is not stretched enough, and which force transmission path is damaged?

He used extremely slow movements to perceive these details that are usually overlooked.

Then, adjust it little by little.

Dong Yangping also had the idea of ​​trying to see if he could communicate with the power of incantations through his fist techniques...

Shen Er raised his head and looked at Dongyang Ping.

He couldn't understand the routine of the boxing, but he could understand what Dongyang Ping was doing.

That's carving.

Like a sculptor facing a piece of raw jade, cutting away the excess parts one by one, polishing out the inner brilliance.

And that piece of uncut jade is Dongyang Ping's own body.

If it were in the past, Shen'er would definitely have gone up and learned a move or two, but now he has no interest in it.

Shen Er glanced at it for a while, then lowered his head and continued reading.

"Postpartum Care and Infant Feeding Guide", page 47: "Identification and Management of Neonatal Jaundice..."