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

If the incident can trigger a butterfly effect, affecting more places, the relevant information will inevitably reach the higher-ups.

Given Xu Daguan's credibility, rumors can essentially become facts.

"Won't this damage my reputation?" Xu Daguan exhaled a smoke ring, flicked the insubstantial cigarette butt, and pretended to be very troubled.

It's not that he doesn't trust An Chen, it's just that his principle in doing things is that the risk-reward ratio cannot be such that he suffers a loss.

If possible, Xu Daguan also wanted to try to get some information out of An Chen.

Obtaining personal intelligence information about An Chen will definitely be of great help to his future business.

Putting everything else aside, it would be easy for them to make the headlines in the spirit world.

Not only are the psychic associations eager to know information about the mysterious person, but the spirits in the spirit world are as well.

If Xu Daguan can really crack An Chen's identity password, he can earn more spirit coins.

Chapter 62 Flowers on the Grave

Patting his trouser legs, An Chen stood up, seemingly not intending to stay any longer.

"No, that is indeed the case, but it is a future fact."

He glanced at Xu Daguan from the side, revealing an expression of smug satisfaction.

An Chen could roughly guess what Xu Daguan was planning, but he didn't care.

If the goal was to extract personal information from An Chen, that would be even more impossible.

Since that day, he has never done anything that could threaten his ultimate goal.

"Okay, I won't try anything with you then."

Xu Daguan used an illusory toothpick to pick at his yellowed teeth, and then floated up again.

Without any intention of hiding anything, he went straight to the point and continued to talk eloquently.

"As a gift, this is the result of my spirit appearing in the dreams of superstitious people, and it is also the gift I plan to give you as a gift."

As he spoke, Xu Daguan pointed to the big tree behind him.

"Unfortunately, I can't touch things, so I can only use this method."

Following Xu Daguan's finger, An Chen noticed several delicate bouquets of flowers behind the big tree.

"?"

For a moment, he was a little dumbfounded.

Have the ways in which spirits exchange gifts become so unique?

"Cough cough."

Xu Daguan cleared his throat, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"These are the flowers that grew on my grave. Because my grave is very powerful and is often worshipped by spirits from the Bagua, giving them to others will increase good luck and make your wishes come true."

He took another drag of his cigarette, looking somewhat wistful.

This claim is, of course, false.

What normal spirit would send flowers to someone else or to the grass growing on its own grave?

Xu Daguan didn't actually intend to send this, but he didn't know beforehand whether An Chen was male or female. He researched what his forty-year-old son had recently given as gifts and finally decided to send flowers like his son.

Because of the tight schedule and the fear that asking someone to buy fresh flowers in a dream would be too cliché, I ended up choosing flowers for the grave.

Although An Chen had used illusion magic, he could tell that the other party was definitely male.

"Oh, thank you." An Chen was somewhat speechless.

He gave a perfunctory reply, picked up the flowers from the grave, and prepared to leave.

Not taking it would be disrespectful to the spirit, but taking it would also feel strange.

Besides, only an utterly stupid idiot would believe such nonsense.

"I'm leaving." With a shrug, An Chen waved and walked away.

Xu Daguan gave an awkward laugh but did not try to persuade him to stay.

He squinted at An Chen's back as he disappeared.

......

Spirits do not need to sleep.

When they returned to the community, Zhang Zhidong and Mao Maotou were still floating above the Spiritual Clinic.

Perhaps because it was already past midnight, the number of spirits who came to worship was several times that of the daytime.

The ground was also covered with a lot of new spirit coins.

It seems that the rumor that praying to Zhang Zhidong can grant wishes has become a consensus in the spiritual realm.

Upon discovering that An Chen had returned, Zhang Zhidong waved and greeted him with great enthusiasm.

Knowing that An Chen didn't want to attract too much attention, he didn't speak in public.

An Chen glanced at Zhang Zhidong, who was glowing golden in the night, and slowly walked into the community.

When they were about halfway there, Zhang Zhidong, who had been using Mao Maotou as a stand-in, floated over.

"Aren't you going to care about your followers anymore?" An Chen chuckled and teased in a low voice.

There's no danger of being discovered by passersby in the middle of the night, but because it's an open space, if the voice is too loud, the mysterious talk can easily be heard by the young people cultivating immortality on the floor.

Even horror movies wouldn't dare to be this explicit.

If things turn out that way, Zhang will probably only find it increasingly difficult to explain.

“That’s right! They’re not believers, they’re patients with wounded hearts.” Zhang Zhidong’s voice was strong and cheerful.

"Yeah, changing careers is a good thing."

An Chen swayed slowly forward, while Zhang Zhidong continued to drift behind.

"Great! Ms. Jiuge is really amazing, and your method is very useful. I will ask your girlfriend for help in the future." Zhang Zhidong reported the situation to An Chen.

His mental state had been quite good since the end of his youth, and he never expected that Jiuge would be so effective.

"..."

Hearing Zhang Zhidong's remarks, An Chen did not intend to refute them.

What the other person thinks doesn't affect him much, and even if he tries to explain, the other person probably won't understand.

After thinking for a moment, An Chen asked, "Wasn't Jiu Ge scared?"

"I was terrified!" Zhang Zhidong exclaimed.

"That's good." An Chen looked relieved.

"..."

This time, Zhang Zhidong was speechless.

"Terrible" was the only word he could think of to describe it.

So it turns out that Ms. Jiuge likes this type of boyfriend; appearances can be deceiving.

When An Chen was almost at the apartment entrance, Zhang Zhidong noticed that the other person was carrying several bouquets of flowers.

"Great! Typical young people! So romantic!"

Staring intently at a few wildflowers whose species he couldn't identify, he felt ashamed of his malicious speculation about An Chen's behavior just seconds earlier.

He spoils his girlfriend so much that he even picks flowers as a gift when he goes out on a mission.

Amazing! What a great man!

No wonder Jiuge likes it so much!

Zhang Zhidong stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed intently on the bouquet of flowers in An Chen's hand.

Noticing Zhang Zhidong's gaze, An Chen hesitated whether to give the flower, which might bring him good luck, to Zhang Zhidong.

After all, it's a flower that grew on the grave of Xu Daguan, a famous figure in the east; it might really have a miraculous effect.

It wouldn't be good to lose it, after all, it represents a spirit's good intentions.

It is very impolite to disregard other people's kindness, and it may even damage one's own character.

However, if you give it to Zhang Zhidong, things will be different; you might earn more spirit coins every day.

An Chen raised his hand holding the flowers, just as he was about to speak.

Suddenly, he had a change of heart.

Even when it was given to Zhang Zhidong, he couldn't bring himself to pick it up.

There was no way to get it to Zhang Zhidao's house and give it to him, so that the honest Zhang Zhidao would be horrified.

You might not be able to gain any benefits from either side.

"Do you like it? If you do, I'll help you pry open Zhang Zhidao's window and put it in for you."

An Chen asked with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I promise he won’t find any trace of anyone having been to the house.” He added, as if worried that Zhang Zhidong might be uneasy.

"That's good! I appreciate your kindness..."

Zhang Zhidong politely declined, his expression unusually strange.

“But I always felt that doing this would only scare my brother, and there seemed to be no other benefit!” he explained.

As soon as he said it, Zhang Zhidong realized that he seemed to have been led astray by An Chen.

It doesn't seem like it's a good thing to scare my younger brother, so it's all bad.

"Tsk." An Chen clicked his tongue, revealing a regretful expression.

Zhang Zhidong is not as easily fooled as Jiu Ge.

Hopefully, Jiuge won't become as clever as Zhang Zhidong in the future, otherwise it won't be fun.