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I opened my eyes wide. Actually, I had already thought about what words Luanyang would say, but I never thought that it would be such a naked praise.

It was the first time he had ever told me in front of me that I was born for a job.

If it wasn't for the fact that Luoyang is not a swindler at all, and is also an expert, I think UI would think that this is a feudal distribution organization.

Feng Ming looked at her in surprise. His eyes were very complicated, probably because he had initially treated Ah Zi as his enemy and competitor, but now, someone had told her that that person would be like me. Thus, he directly asked, "Sir, is Sister Bai the one with the most potential amongst the three of us?"

Luanyang lowered her eyes. "That's right. Do I look like I'm joking?"

I have successfully reached a point where I want to know why this place turned out to be like this. I want to know the meaning behind the original layout; since this is Bai Zilan's place, the people from the Bai Clan at least know what Feng Shui is. Since this is a bad layout, why would they stay here forever.

"Sir, can you tell us why you're in such a state?"

Luanyang got up and took my hand to walk to a painting. His voice sounded like he was reminiscing. "What did you see?"

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw the ink painting of clothes. Although it was made of ink, the details were very small, and the expressions of the people on it were extremely lifelike, as if they were making this expression right now. If the size wasn't good, I would have really thought that they were people.

The area of the painting is very long, around a hundred in size. There is a faint black mist at the top, but in front of the bright golden light, it is negligible. If it wasn't for me looking at it closely, I wouldn't have been able to see this faint black mist.

Recalling what Feng Ming said just now, this painting should be called the Hundred Ghost Night Walk.

"This painting has a faint black aura on it, but it's basically invisible under the bright light."

It should be a good thing for something black to be suppressed, but this time I felt very uncomfortable.

Luanyang laughed out loud, turned around proudly, looked at Feng Ming and the other two and said, "This is the legendary talent. If you were here, would you be able to see the faint black color on it?"

Feng Ming lowered his head in disappointment. It was obvious that he couldn't see her, not to mention Ah Zi. If I didn't know my own capabilities, I would have definitely been a little proud.

At the same time, I started to understand why I suddenly gained such talent. It was probably due to my physique.

Luanyang took several incense sticks from the table, lit them, and began to offer them to us.

Every bow was filled with piety.

When I finished burning the incense, I realized that even the faint black fog had completely disappeared.

I don't know if it's because of our incense.

Then Luoyang sat down on the chair and began to point out the universe. Every decoration here would be changed, but only the painting would not move.

Feng Ming and Ah Zi were on the first floor, and only I followed Luoyang up to the second floor. The two of us shared a similar room, but there was a wall between us.

I looked at the furnishings in the room and I couldn't help but feel happy, but then I thought about Luanyang's room behind the wall, and my heart couldn't help but beat faster.

The first day living in this place, he felt a bit of torture. He always wanted to cross this wall and live with Luanyang.

Because I wanted to follow Luoyang around at all times, I had to hand in my resignation letter, but the defendant had to go to the company. Thinking about my physique, I had to ask Luanyang for his opinion before I left.

The room that is separated by a wall is much larger than mine. Other than the places where I was taught by someone, the only thing that remains is a variety of books.

Luanyang just sat there in a pile of books, studiously stuffing and selecting everything on each page.

Upon hearing my voice, I turned my head abruptly and immediately fell into the glacier. The area not far away from me was filled with heaven-shaking waves. If I wasn't paying attention to anything, I would be dragged into it.

"Sir." I hid my fear and told her my request.

Luanyang pinched the bridge of her nose, as if she was considering the possibility of me going alone.

The big clock in the room ticked. I don't know if it was my imagination, but in that instant, Luanyang became pitch black in my eyes. I could only see a little light from the position of my heart. It was too heavy.

Not just an invisible future, but an endless source of repetitive pain.

"White Jane —"

Luanyang called out my name, her eyes probing with points, as if testing me.

"What are you looking at? Can you even see my heart directly? "

From what I could tell, the words that seemed to be a joke were substantive questions. Thus, I immediately pretended to look into the other party's eyes.

They say it's hard to lie about looking into someone's eyes, but can you all be wrong? Clearly, someone had found the best way.

In fact, as long as you had enough confidence, when you looked into his eyes again, you would not hesitate to tell a lie that you had already prepared.

"How is that possible? Can I go?"

I squeezed my hand to make myself look calm enough.

Luanyang's black eyes were like a divine tool of judgement, instantly piercing through your lies.

"Sure, but you have to bring the things I gave you and remember that your blood is very important. Bring the paper talisman."

My blood is the most positive one, so if ordinary ghosts meet with it, even a little bit of it would be sufficient for it to be annihilated. But the talisman was used to contact Luoyang, and when I encounter danger, burn these papers, Luanyang will immediately know that something has happened to me, and then he will immediately appear in front of me.

"Everything is ready. We'll be back before nightfall."

Only then did Luanyang nod in relief to let me leave. He seemed to be really busy, constantly searching for something.

He never looked up from his pile of books until I left his place.

What was he looking for?