Listening to the verbose talk, Li Huowang remained silent and continued to listen. If the person was only talking about fabricated historical books, it wouldn't have scared Jixiang so much. There must be another reason.

"I know this person very well. He carries a fan with the words 'Born with Talent' written on it. If you ever encounter him, remember to stay far away. He is not a good person." Jixiang's eyes were full of taboo as he spoke.

Li Huowang thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "Jixiang, when we left the Buddha Bone Temple that day, you asked me something. Was it because Zhuge Yuan's ability is strange?"

"Yeah," Jixiang nodded. "This person can change fate using some method."

"Change fate?"

"Not people's fate, but heaven's fate. He has an old imperial calendar. Whatever he says is auspicious will definitely happen, and whatever he says is inauspicious will definitely bring bad luck."

"Speak and it shall be done?" Li Huowang was shocked. He had seen a lot in his travels, but this kind of ability was the first time.

If there was someone with such good intentions towards him, it would be like leaning against a big mountain. But if this person had ill intentions towards him...

After considering for a while, Li Huowang asked again, "Jixiang, does this person use this ability to do good or evil?"

"How would I know? All I know is that whenever he appears, something bad is bound to happen. He's a jinx."

After saying these words, Jixiang, who was a little parched, picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

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"Okay, I've told you enough. It's already a rare exception. Do well, kid. If you do a good job this time, I will help you with your position in the department when I go back."

"Thank you, Jixiang." Li Huowang turned and left, his expression still solemn as he looked down at the spindle that was wrapped up.

Although he had learned some information about Zhuge Yuan from Jixiang, he still didn't know whether the other party had good intentions towards him or not. Was it real or fake?

If it was real... it didn't make sense. But if it was fake... it made even less sense! What was the purpose of this person's actions?

"But asking like this won't work. I need to find a way to figure out what this spindle is first."

"But I can put this aside for now. The most important thing is to help Jixiang find Xin Zhuo in exchange for information from Beifeng."

Not long after Li Huowang left the shabby study, an old woman with gray hair walked out from behind the screen. Although her face was covered in wrinkles, her appearance in her youth must have been no less beautiful.

The old woman looked worried as she asked Jixiang, "Master, can we trust this person?"

"Sigh, I can't say for sure. He came from a faraway place in Daliang. Who knows where he came from? Whether he's trustworthy or not, we have to use him. We absolutely can't let the people in the capital find out, or we'll mess things up!"

The old woman walked to Jixiang's side and held his hand, which was shining with a brilliant light.

"Ah, Master, if it's really impossible, let's resign from our official position. We live in constant fear every day. What good is it to live a few more decades?"

"Ah, it's easy for you to say. It's not that simple." Jixiang wiped the sweat from his forehead with a red handkerchief from his left sleeve, looking bitter."The person behind this is big, it's the work of the national teacher, and maybe even with the emperor's intention. For small people like us to be involved in such a big matter, it's lucky if we can survive."

The old woman held onto Li Huowang gently, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading. "Brother, after we finish this, let's go back to Six Plateau, back to the old days when we were young and retire under the mulberry tree."

"When we left the village, you said you wanted me to enjoy my life. Actually, no matter where I am, as long as I'm with you, I'm the happiest."

Li Huowang patted the old woman with his red handkerchief, but didn't say anything.

Looking anxious, Li Huowang had been notified to meet at the Silver City gate the next day at five in the morning.

As a result, Li Huowang woke up early before dawn. He went to the stable and cut off a piece of meat from the wriggling monster, wrapped it in cloth, and kept it for the road.

After throwing all the meat in the meat shop into the carriage, Li Huowang took a wooden board and started nailing it.

He didn't know how long this trip would take, so it was better to be safe than sorry and nail everything down.

After finishing everything, he put his luggage on the horse's back, mounted the horse, and rode towards the city gate.

"Woof woof!" Mantou followed him as expected.

"Watch the carriage for me! If I come back and hear you fighting with other dogs again, I'll cook you in a pot!"

In the early morning, except for some vendors preparing to set up their stalls, there weren't many people on the street. Li Huowang quickly arrived at the city gate.

Hong Da and Tuoba Danqing appeared as expected, but to Li Huowang's surprise, there were two new people beside them.

If you add Memory and himself, there are six people in total, indicating that the other side is determined to win.

One of the new people was a Moon Gate disciple named Liu Zongyuan, and the other was a shaman.

Li Huowang carefully observed the drum on the shaman's waist and was sure that it was the same as the one on Li Zhi's waist. However, this person was clearly different from Li Zhi, who lived like a beggar.

He wore a black fur coat, had a face full of muscles, and two diagonal black knife scars on his face. He would be more suited to carrying a machete than a drum.

After greeting each other, Li Huowang looked at the scarred face. "Are you a shaman? Where is your Twin Soul?"

The scarred face leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, his eyes widened. "Who the hell are you? How dare you interfere with me?"

When Li Huowang drew his sword half an inch out of its sheath, Moon Gate disciple Liu Zongyuan quickly stepped forward to mediate.

"Hey hey hey, it's not necessary, really not necessary. Can't we just save face?"

Seeing Liu Zongyuan in front of him, Li Huowang pressed down with one hand, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared instantly.

"Come on, let's go over there. Don't make it difficult for Memory."

Li Huowang decided not to show the same attitude to this person as he did to others, as he had helped him once.

Looking at the wooden mask on his face, Li Huowang asked him, "Brother Liu, how have you been lately?"

"Still the same. Let's help Memory get through this first. If he's not okay, we won't be okay either."This statement is indeed true. They are all grasshoppers on the same rope now. If the record keeper fails, the things he promised himself would be impossible to discuss.

"What is the origin of that person? Why does the record keeper want to find someone from the same profession as a spirit dancer? As far as I know, spirit dancers are not very capable."

"Ah, what you said is a bit arbitrary. There are three hundred and sixty professions, and every profession has its outstanding talents. There are also powerful spirit dancers."

Thank you, Alliance Leader, for the 100,000 starting points!

(End of Chapter)