The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan instantly perked up. He was now certain that this maid was the one who had trapped him in the dream of an emperor.

"And then?" Lin Fan asked immediately.

"And then?" The threshold grinned. "Then I raised the threshold, and she couldn't squeeze in. She struggled outside for a while, and finally ran away."

"They ran away?"

"Yes." Menkangui nodded, a hint of smugness in his voice.

"But before she ran away, I had the ghost soldiers beat her up. Two ghost soldiers poked her with spears, making her scream. If she hadn't been as slippery as an eel, we would have caught her by now."

Which way did it run off to?

Menkangui gestured towards the window with his chin: "Over there, they ran pretty fast, they disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Lin Fan walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and saw that it was pitch black outside and he couldn't see anything.

He turned to look at the threshold monster: "Next time it comes, don't rush to hit it. Let it in."

The man at the threshold paused, startled: "Let him in?"

"Let her in." Lin Fan glanced at Qin Muyao, who was still fast asleep on the bed, and lowered his voice. "Lock the door and beat the dog."

The doorstep ghost's face showed a look of understanding but not quite, but it still nodded and slowly shrank back into the doorstep.

Lin Fan slumped back onto the table, thinking to himself how useful this domain card was, before falling asleep again.

As the sky gradually brightened, Qin Muyao was awakened by the blinding sunlight.

She rolled over, her fingers touching the wall, smearing her hand with dust.

"Huh, why is there dust falling on it!" Qin Muyao slowly opened her eyes and saw a ceiling with an incandescent light bulb hanging from it.

She sat up abruptly, looked down at herself, and saw that her clothes were intact, her cards were still there, and nothing was missing. Only then did she notice Lin Fan slumped over the computer desk.

"Lin Fan!" she called out.

Lin Fan didn't move.

"Lin Fan!" she called out again, her voice rising several octaves.

Lin Fan sat up, peeking out with his eyes barely open, and mumbled a reply, "Hmm? You're awake!"

"How did I get here?"

Lin Fan sorted out his thoughts, put away the [Netherworld Underworld], and said to Qin Muyao.

"Yesterday you fainted at the threshold of the glass factory, and two fish heads were strangely surrounding you, discussing how to divide you. One said they wanted to eat the top part of you, and the other wanted to eat the bottom part."

"Alright, alright!" Qin Muyao interrupted him, a blush rising on her face. "Stop talking. How did I end up here?"

I carried you back.

"Carry it?" Qin Muyao frowned.

"I'll hug you." Lin Fan changed his words, "I'll hug you back. Your phone is broken, and I can't contact your second uncle, so you can only stay with me for now."

"Weren't you livestreaming yesterday? How come you suddenly fainted?" Lin Fan asked.

"I don't know, I only know that someone tapped me on the shoulder, and then..." She paused, rubbed her temples, and said, "and then I came here."

Lin Fan looked at her but didn't say anything. It seemed she had no idea what had happened!

"By the way, do you still watch my live streams?" Qin Muyao asked, remembering something.

"A colleague just happened to see you..."

Before the words were finished, a commotion came from next door, including the sound of a chair being dragged and someone talking to themselves.

"Where is my dragon throne? Who moved my dragon throne away?"

"My memorials! My imperial seal! You lackeys, are you plotting a rebellion?"

Lin Fan and Qin Muyao exchanged a glance.

Qin Muyao pointed to the wall and lowered her voice, "This is..."

"Old Wang next door." Lin Fan stood up, opened the door, and went out.

Qin Muyao followed, and just as they reached the door, the door next door was suddenly opened.

A middle-aged man in pajamas stood at the door, his hair disheveled, his eyes red and swollen, and his face full of excitement. When he saw Lin Fan, he grabbed Lin Fan's sleeve.

"Lin Fan! Have you seen my dragon crown? The one that matches the dragon robe I'm wearing!"

Lin Fan looked at him and remained silent for two seconds: "Uncle Wang, this is your wife's bathrobe."

"A bathrobe?" Uncle Wang paused, looked down at his hands, then looked up at Lin Fan, his face full of astonishment. "No... I clearly... last night..."

"Did I dreamt last night?" His voice suddenly lowered, but then a glint of light appeared in his eyes. He abruptly raised his head and looked at Lin Fan: "Tell me, isn't this some kind of hint from God?"

Lin Fan didn't answer. He simply patted Uncle Wang on the shoulder, said "Get some rest," and led Qin Muyao back to their room.

"Another imperial dream. Did you dream about it yesterday too?" Lin Fan asked Qin Muyao as soon as they returned to their room.

"Yes, I dreamt..." Qin Muyao paused, not continuing, "You mean these weren't coincidences?"

Lin Fan nodded and went to the window. There were only a few people in the neighborhood at this time. Usually, the place would be full of elderly people exercising at this time, but there was nothing there today. His face became serious. "Maybe everyone in this neighborhood is dreaming."

"Is there anything that's bothering you?" Lin Fan asked Qin Muyao.

She shook her head and said, "I feel like I didn't sleep well, but otherwise it's nothing."

Lin Fan lowered his head and thought for a moment, feeling that it shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't sense anything wrong with it.

"What's wrong? Did you discover something?"

Lin Fan briefly recounted the strange events that occurred yesterday, including the incident at the threshold. "Therefore, I suspect that strange thing will reappear."

"Maybe they'll be scared away by your doorstep trick and won't dare to come back," Qin Muyao said.

"It's best if you don't come. If you do, don't blame me for closing the door and exorcising the ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan's phone alarm went off.

"Didi didi"

It's a death knell for getting to work!

Lin Fan subconsciously turned off the alarm clock and exchanged a glance with Qin Muyao.

"I'm getting ready to go to work. Do you want to take another nap or..." Lin Fan said.

Qin Muyao patted her clothes: "I have to go home. I didn't go home all day yesterday, and my family must be worried sick."

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lin Fan.

"You're...home tonight, right?"

Lin Fan nodded.

"Okay." Qin Muyao opened the door. "I'll come over as soon as I'm done. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle things alone if I'm not here!"

"Ah! No need. That strange thing might not even appear again. There's no need to make this trip for nothing!" Lin Fan said seriously. He could handle that level of strangeness all by himself.

Qin Muyao glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, but said nothing.

She turned and went out the door, her footsteps quickly fading away.

Lin Fan stood there, looking at the closed door, feeling as if her glance was saying, "You don't have the final say."