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"Every house on this street is a stunt. Everybody here knows how to be like me. "

"What!" Ji Yufeng was shocked, "Just what …"

"This street …" I paused. "Well, this street is a little special."

"Special?" Ji Yufeng did not understand. Why is it so special? "

How can I say, "Well, this... You will understand in the future. "

"In the future?" Ji Yufeng's head was covered with question marks, and then, he pointed at himself. "What do you mean?"

I smiled as I moved closer. "Look, I saved you, so does that mean your life is mine?"

Ji Yufeng nodded in a daze, as if he had realized something, and shook his head, "What kind of wrong logic is this? How did my life become yours? "

"Simply put, if I want to accept you as my disciple, you have to admit it, even if you don't." I decided to go straight to the point.

"…" Ji Yufeng was silent. Just when I was worried that he might be scared silly by me, he suddenly kneels on the floor. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"…" What the hell! "There must be something wrong with this kid's head, what is with him that he is so full of chuunibyou." "Scram!" "I kicked it." What Queen, you really are worthy of being a writer of novels, and you're thinking of something terrifying. Looks like I have to reconsider the possibility of taking you in as my disciple. "

"Aiya, just kidding." Ji Yufeng got up from the ground, "Are you taking me as your master? "Say, you don't know how to …"

"Right now, the only thing that's useful to me is this celestial body of yours," I said as I rolled my eyes. "To tell you the truth, this street is special, and Spirit House is the most special street, because the owners of this street have been following the rules of the Antique Street for generations, and are the ones who manage the rules. The master of the Spirit House only accepts two disciples in his life, and to be able to receive this kind of person, is most definitely one in a thousand miles."

Ji Yufeng thought for a moment, then nodded his head: "So, my celestial body, is not even one in a thousand?"

"Right." I nodded. "Actually, as my disciple, you can slowly remove the ghost bugs within your body. At the very least, you won't feel so uncomfortable. Isn't that perfect?"

Ji Yufeng hesitated, "But, I still have my work to do."

"It's not like you're going to work, just write at home. It just so happens that you are not writing the language of our Spirit House. We have already provided you the materials, so experiencing it personally is much better than listening to others talk about it. " I went on.

"This is it." Ji Yufeng's face was filled with distress. I'm not in a hurry about the wedding. I'm worried about another of my short stories, and my editor has been working on it lately. "But I have no thoughts at all. If I don't submit the manuscript, I will die."

I thought about it. "A script?" "My eyes narrowed." "How about this, if you take me as your master, I'll tell you a story and guarantee that your editor won't dare to rush you again."

"Good, good, good." Ji Yufeng quickly nodded and directly knelt on one knee, "Master, please accept this disciple's respect."

"…" I wanted to kick him, really, "We don't do this. However, you have to accept me as your master because I can't change in my entire lifetime. If you try to deceive me in the future, I will be hunted down by the entire Antique Street. "

"Uh-huh, definitely not." Ji Yufeng raised three of his fingers and swore.

I lowered my eyes. Ji Yufeng had a relationship with Qi Yang, and in the future, there would probably be a calamity, and this calamity of his might affect me, or even the Spirit House s.

"Rest first, I'll get Ming Yu to make you something to eat." I got up to go outside.

"Ai ~", wasn't Ji Yufeng going to tell a story?

Telling a story meant that he had eaten his fill, and there were no more rooms in the shop for Ji Yufeng to live in. Furthermore, he has his own living quarters. Since Mi Ya does not live in the shop, Ji Yufeng will have to go back and forth for me every day.

"Boss, can you stop messing around?" Ming Yu felt a headache coming on, "Why do you want them to speak out and take us away?"

"You have to explain. There are some things that are very troublesome to explain." I bit my meat and looked up to the sky, "Furthermore, Ji Yufeng's celestial body has already been planted with the Ghost Bug Eggs, so I still have to follow them about Ji Yufeng. I'm lazy."

"Boss …" Ming Yu was at a loss. Why don't you just die from laziness? "

I stuck out my tongue, "Oh right, have you informed Mi Ya yet? "No matter what, she was promoted to senior sister. Why didn't she come to take a look at her junior apprentice-brother?" Saying that, I glanced at Ji Yufeng.

Ji Yufeng, who was eating, blinked in puzzlement, "Senior Sister? I have a senior sister? "

"Yes." "I saw it this afternoon."

"Oh right, Queen Master. Didn't you say you were going to tell me a story? " Ji Yufeng said.

"Puff —!" Everyone was spitting rice at him.

"Ahem, Queen?" The group of people looked at me with gazes that said, "What the hell did you do?"

I wanted to cry but there were no tears. I was wrongly accused. This fellow's brain had a trap, "Don't bother calling him by that name, this guy is definitely sick. It's said that all writers are sick. Just ignore them. "

Ji Yufeng smacked his lips, "Hurry up, I have to submit the script tonight, otherwise I will get a layer of skin ripped off by the editor."

"Alright, alright." I had no choice but to finish my meal and pour myself a cup of tea. As I drank my tea, I said, "This is something that happened to a client of mine. Due to the confidential nature of the customer, I will address him as Mr. M."

"Hey, hey, Queen Master, you're being too perfunctory." Ji Yufeng's face was filled with black lines, "Give me at least a surname."

"No, this is a customer secret." I glared at her. "You can make up the name later. This is just a story for you. Why are you being so serious?"

"Oh." Ji Yufeng nodded helplessly.

I started to slowly tell Ji Yufeng about what happened to the editor when he told me about himself.

That person, let's call him Mr. M for the time being, was an editor of an online novel. He had signed up many authors, and Mr. M's daily routine was to urge change. Compared to the other editors, Mr. M was more dedicated. No matter if it was an article that had not appeared in a long time, or an article that had not been updated, he would persevere to update it every day.

Ling Yin was the author of a unique novel, the only difference was that the novels written by Ling Yin were not very popular, but his greatest strength was that they would be updated regularly every day. This was also why Mr. M liked him, but he had always been worried about the quality of Ling Yin's essays.

However, there suddenly came a day when Ling Yin's essay suddenly stopped updating. Mr. M was a little curious, but she did not think too much about it.