What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"Alas..."

She let out a desperate sob and looked at An Chen pitifully once again.

"It's fine."

An Chen comforted him.

“Actually, spirits aren’t that scary.” He smiled.

"..."

Jiuge has turned to stone.

After observing Jiu Ge's expression, An Chen sighed.

It's best not to tease her too much.

Thinking this, he tried to divert Jiuge's attention: "By the way, besides the definition of spiritual power talent, you haven't told me about the division of power systems in your spiritual circle."

"Huh?" Jiuge seemed to have heard something unbelievable.

“Didn’t I say that?” she asked.

Because An Chen always seemed so at ease, Jiu Ge always had the illusion that An Chen knew everything.

An Chen shrugged and said, "You never told me that. All I know is that I might not have much talent."

Jiuge scratched her head, thinking for a moment about how to explain it to An Chen.

After thinking for a while, she stood up with her arms crossed.

“Spiritual power is a talent that determines a person’s upper limit. If a person has low spiritual power, he may not be able to become very strong even if he tries his whole life.”

"Yes, I know that."

An Chen nodded to indicate that he understood the concept.

"People in the spiritual energy circle are collectively called psychics, much like wizards in the West. However, because it doesn't belong to the realm of science, most people don't know this term. Psychics need to constantly practice their spiritual energy; the higher their proficiency, the greater its power. Of course, this is also closely related to talent. If one lacks talent, the fewer skills they can learn."

"So spiritual talent is still the most important."

"Yes, it's like Western magic. A noseless demon can kill someone by using the 'Gnawing on a Big Melon' technique, and Principal Deng can also unleash amazing power by using it. But if someone with less talent uses the 'Gnawing on a Big Melon' technique, it might only scratch a person's skin."

At this point, Jiuge snorted coldly.

"Of course, my purification ability is at Principal Deng's level."

"Yes, that's impressive. I could tell before, because your spiritual power was maxed out," An Chen agreed.

“I’ll teach you more skills in the spiritual energy circle later, and then you can take the exam. Although there’s no clear level division, as long as you take the exam and do well, you might be able to get a badge that’s like a level certificate, which you might need in the future,” Jiuge suggested with a smile.

With her guidance, An Chen can definitely be trained into a relatively powerful psychic.

"You can still take exams?" An Chen was somewhat surprised.

He only knew that there was a way to define a person's spiritual strength, but he had never heard of such a thing before.

“Yes, there are even specialized schools for it, but not many people know about them,” Jiuge explained.

Hearing this, An Chen was delighted.

"I'm suddenly very interested. You must take me to see it another day."

For him, the more information he has, the better.

"Will you come with me?"

Jiuge felt her heart pounding.

In other words, she had more opportunities to deepen her relationship and get to know each other better with An Chen.

“Right, I can’t go exploring new things all by myself.” An Chen chuckled.

He always felt that Jiuge's thought process was different from that of ordinary people.

"Okay, it's a date then." Jiuge looked at An Chen seriously and held up her little finger.

"Shall we pinky swear?"

"Yes!" Jiuge shouted.

“…?” An Chen paused for a moment, but still stuck out his little finger.

The next second, their fingers hooked together.

Chapter 42 Spirit Coins

Touching An Chen's hand caused Jiu Ge's heart rate to spike.

She was stunned, as if she had been electrocuted.

The finger-hooking gesture remained in place for a full minute.

An Chen rubbed his temples with his other hand, looking somewhat embarrassed: "Have you had enough?"

He felt a strange throbbing in his heart and tried to pull his finger out, but he couldn't pull it out no matter what he tried.

Jiuge's strength was indeed extraordinary.

"I've...I've had enough."

Upon hearing An Chen's words, Jiu Ge abruptly released her grip, staring longingly at An Chen's withdrawn fingers.

An Chen's fingers were icy cold, and it felt very comfortable to touch.

If she could, she would love to just take his hand.

"I won't stand you up, so don't worry." An Chen smiled gently at Jiu Ge with a loving expression.

He suddenly felt that Jiu Ge had become much more childish, like a little kid, making a promise by holding hands.

I always feel like the other person is about to say something completely out of character: "Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years."

Thinking about this, An Chen suddenly felt a little confused.

Why would someone with a hook hang themselves?

What's the connection between hanging and hooks?

"If you keep staring at my hands like that, I might mistakenly think you're interested in me."

An Chen glanced thoughtfully at Jiu Ge and teased her.

If he didn't know that Jiu Ge was rather aloof and not good at communicating with people, he might have wondered if the popular goddess had fallen for him.

If it turned out that way, An Chen could imagine how terrifying other people's reactions would be.

Upon hearing this, Jiuge narrowed her eyes, her mind still reeling.

"Misunderstand?"

She looked An Chen up and down, seemingly pondering the meaning behind his words.

Suddenly, Jiuge stepped back a few meters and hugged her chest: "Pervert! You're shameless."

It was clearly An Chen who liked her first.

The way it's phrased now makes it sound like Jiu Ge likes An Chen, while An Chen is completely innocent.

"?"

An Chen's mind went blank on the spot.

He asked hesitantly, "Speaking of perverts and shamelessness, wasn't it you who touched me first?"

"..."

Jiuge fell silent.

He was tricked by Zhang Zhidong into agreeing to a strange thing, and then indirectly teased by the dog-like An Chen.

She felt insulted.

Clenching her fists, Jiuge, still furious, turned and went upstairs.

……

With the hot weather, Naitang gradually began a decadent lifestyle, spending most of her time sleeping on the floor tiles.

Too lazy to keep the cat awake while it was sleeping, and seeing that Jiu Ge didn't seem to be coming out of the room, bored An Chen decided to go for a walk.

Although he didn't seem to care much on the surface, he still really wanted to find out what Zhang Zhidong was up to.

It wasn't that An Chen was against the other party's approach; he just felt that arranging the location right in front of his own hideout was, upon closer inspection, quite harmful.

If you accidentally attract unwanted attention, it will be a loss.

After straightening his clothes and taking out his phone, An Chen rummaged through the closet and found a mask to put on.

On a hot summer day, there were hardly any passersby outside.

Judging from the bright sunshine, all the spirits that risked their lives to find Zhang Zhidong must have run away.

With that thought in mind, he slowly walked out of the community.

As Zhang Zhidong looked to the left, he also turned to look at An Chen.

"Great! You've come to patronize our business so quickly."

Zhang Zhidong nodded in satisfaction and beckoned An Chen over.

An Chen paused for a moment, looking at the other person with some surprise.

"I'm not dead, how can I patronize your business?"

Furthermore, he won't die unless the phantom is defeated.

Just as An Chen had expected, there was no one at the entrance of the Spirit World Mental Health Clinic.

Zhang Zhidong and Mao Maotou, who was almost sunburnt, were squatting by the wall, with a circle of brand-new spirit coins in front of them.

They looked like street performers begging.

An Chen shook his head and slowly took a few steps forward.

Then he stopped and looked at Zhang Zhidong with pity.