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Nine steps.

Nine Palaces Flying Stars.

One step, one palace; one palace, one secret.

Er Lengzi lay by the door, his two front paws covering his face, peeking out through the gaps in his fingers.

Its two heterochromatic eyes reflected the faint light marks that appeared on the floor tiles with each step Yang Guang took.

The streak of light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

It's so fast that the human eye can't even see it.

But Er Lengzi saw it clearly.

Its tail began to wag involuntarily.

Ninth step.

Central Palace.

Yang Guang stood firmly.

Stand with your feet together and your back straight.

He glanced down at his feet, and his lips twitched slightly.

Then lift your right foot and stomp down hard!

In an instant.

The bone-chilling cold had disappeared.

Instead, a feeling of warmth emerged.

Jiang Siyu shuddered.

She subconsciously rubbed her arms.

It's warm now.

It really warmed my heart.

She had never experienced this kind of temperature in this villa before, even though she had lived here for so long.

Yang Guang pulled his foot back and patted off non-existent dust from his palm.

He casually walked to the sofa, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Alright."

"The yin energy in the house has been cleared away."

Jiang Siyu walked over and sat down on another sofa, leaning forward to look at Yang Guang.

Yang Guang shrugged: "But I have to tell you the truth."

"It's too spacious for you to live alone in such a big villa."

"When there are few people, there is insufficient yang energy."

"I've driven away the yin energy today, but since you live here alone, you'll have to come back soon."

"If the problem with that serpentine rock on the back mountain isn't solved, this place will be a bottomless pit. It's not feasible for me to come and help you every day."

Jiang Siyu frowned slightly: "Then what should we do?"

Yang Guang held up two fingers.

"Two options."

"First, we'll move to a different place and then move back when we have more people."

"Secondly, hire more caregivers. The more people move in, the stronger the yang energy becomes, which can help suppress it to some extent."

Jiang Siyu remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she stood up, walked to the entryway cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a set of keys.

He turned around and walked back, shoving the object directly into Yang Guang's hand.

"I'm not staying in this villa anymore."

Yang Guang paused for a moment, then looked down at the bunch of keys in his hand.

Jiang Siyu's tone was extremely calm: "Here's the key. You can come and stay whenever you want."

"Anyway, I have another apartment near my company, so I'll move there."

Yang Guang held the bunch of keys, his head buzzing.

Good guy.

Does the rich woman really mean it when she says she'll provide a place to live?

This entire three-story villa?

A front yard with a garden, and a back hill with greenery?

So we just let him live there?

Even though it's not a gift to him, who wouldn't want to stay for free?

They still won't pay the rent.

Yang Guang's hand involuntarily tightened its grip on the keys. He looked up at Jiang Siyu and said seriously, "Rich lady, are you sure?"

Jiang Siyu had already sat back down on the sofa and was replying to messages on her phone.

Without even looking up, he said, "Confirmed."

"Anyway, it's just sitting empty."

"Your move-in will help increase my popularity, and there definitely won't be any more problems after you stay. It's a win-win situation."

Yang Guang lowered his head and stared at the string of metal keys in his palm.

In his eighteen years of life, Yang Guang lived in a military tin bed, a dilapidated courtyard in the old city, and a six-person bunk bed in a school.

just now.

A villa.

Yang Guang suddenly stood up, stuffed the key into his pocket, and shouted at the simpleton at the door.

"You idiot!"

"Son!"

"We have a villa now!"

Er Lengzi sprang up, placed his two front paws on the door frame, and wagged his tail like an electric fan.

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside the door.

Then came hurried footsteps.

A young man in a suit jogged into the yard carrying a wire cage, inside which sat a bright red rooster.

The crown was bigger than a fist, and its round eyes stared intently at any living creature that approached.

As soon as it entered the yard, it let out a strange squawk, and its wings flapped loudly against the wire cage.

Er Lengzi tucked his tail between his legs instantly.

Yang Guang walked over, squatted down, and stared at the rooster through the wire cage.

The rooster was also staring at him.

Eyes facing each other.

Yang Guang grinned.

"Fierce enough."

He reached out and opened the cage door, then grabbed the rooster by the wing root and pulled it out.

The rooster flapped wildly, its claws kicking wildly in the air, almost scratching Yang Guang's face.

Yang Guang tossed it to Er Lengzi, and Er Lengzi ended up being chased all over the yard by the chicken.

What a chaotic scene!

Yang Guang looked at Er Lengzi speechlessly.

This thing is useless!

But this chicken is pretty good.

Jiang Siyu stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching the rooster chase Er Lengzi all over the yard, chicken feathers flying everywhere, and Er Lengzi's screams sounding like he had been killed.

She turned to look at Yang Guang.

Yang Guang had no intention of getting involved at all.

He leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets, calmly enjoying the spectacular chicken-dog battle.

Jiang Siyu hesitated for two seconds before asking, "What are your plans next?"

Yang Guang looked away and gestured with his chin toward the yard: "Let them play for a while."

"I need to go inside and prepare some things."

Jiang Siyu was taken aback for a moment, but didn't ask any questions and stepped aside to let the door open.

Yang Guang strode into the living room, threw his bag on the sofa, and took out a small bag wrapped in oil paper from his side pocket.

The layers of oil paper were unfolded.

Inside was a cinnabar ingot the size of a thumb, and next to it was a calligraphy brush with half of its bristles worn down.

Jiang Siyu stood at the edge of the living room, watching Yang Guang push aside the clutter on the coffee table and spread out a sheet of yellow paper directly on it.

Yang Guang rubbed the cinnabar ingot in the inkstone a few times, then dipped the tip of his brush in it.

He writes extremely quickly.

When the brush tip made its first stroke on the yellow paper, Jiang Siyu's brow twitched.

She doesn't understand talismans.

But the moment Yang Guang put pen to paper, the warm atmosphere in the entire living room suddenly jolted.

The feeling was subtle, like someone flicking their finger on calm water.

Yang Guang didn't look up.

With a flick of the pen, the work was completed in one go.

Three talismans.

The vermilion lines on each sheet vary in thickness and direction, but the starting point and ending angle of each stroke are exactly the same.

He put down the brush and shook the cinnabar off his wrist.

Then start folding.

Jiang Siyu's gaze fell on Yang Guang's fingers.

Those hands were long and slender, with distinct knuckles, and moved extremely quickly.

He flipped the yellow paper three times and folded it four times in his hands.

He folded the three talisman papers into the shape of three small knives.

Each one is only the length of an index finger, with a flat blade and a sharp tip.

The runes drawn with cinnabar went exactly around the spine of the blade.

Yang Guang gripped the three paper knives in his hand, weighed them in his hand, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Then he stood up, dusted off the remaining cinnabar powder on his hands, and turned to look at Jiang Siyu.

"Rich lady, you don't need to follow."

Jiang Siyu frowned slightly.

Yang Guang gestured with his chin toward the back mountain: "If that thing is disturbed, the commotion won't be small."

"You'll only get in the way."

"Besides, you were born in the Year of the Pig, which clashes with it."

"You were essentially delivering takeout to them in the past."

Jiang Siyu opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed it back.

She nodded and said, "Then be careful."

Yang Guang grinned: "Don't worry."

"I'll call you after I've taken care of it, then you can come up."

Done.

Yang Guang slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out.

Once inside the courtyard, he looked around.

The courtyard was quiet.

Where is the chicken?

Where's the dog?