Bai Yao looked at the scene of the evil spirit dog chasing Chu Rentou frantically, and showed a gloating smile.
"I have plenty of money to play with."
She walked up to the rooftop and went straight into the attic to check out the little prince's talisman array.
Jiang Chenzhou was still recuperating in the Golden Ghost Face, and Song Changfeng was standing by, ready to support him at any time.
"Are you two okay in the scuffle that day?"
Song Changfeng was slightly startled when he heard this.
Because when the monsters attacked that day, the first thought that came to his mind was to take His Highness away from here.
Unexpectedly, there were too many monsters, so I stayed here out of desperation.
He didn't expect that Bai Yao actually had a place for him and His Highness in his heart.
He suddenly felt flattered, "Your Highness and I are fine, and the talisman array has not been destroyed."
Bai Yao nodded, took out a few talismans from his pocket and posted them in the attic.
"Yaoyao, what are you doing?" Song Changfeng was a little confused.
"I'm going on a long journey in a few days, so I'll prepare you for a rainy day." She smiled faintly and handed Song Changfeng another talisman, "This is a teleportation talisman. It's located in front of your grave. If you encounter danger again in the future,
While I'm away, you can take the young prince far away."
Song Changfeng's face suddenly turned red. He didn't know whether he was ashamed, embarrassed or ashamed.
"Yaoyao, why are you so nice to us?"
"Not only me, but His Highness and the antique ghosts in this family are just souls suppressed by you. Are they worthy of your sincere treatment?"
Bai Yao chuckled leisurely, "Since you have come to this home, I will definitely protect your safety. Maybe there are some innocent souls who are unwilling to be suppressed by me, but staying in this home is the best result for them."
Most of the antiques in my home are antiques and cultural relics shipped from various places, and each antique has a ghost that lives in it.
Their resentment has accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years, and ordinary salvation cannot change them at all.
If they hadn't been suppressed by her, they would have been sealed and kept in darkness forever.
She knows the pain of being sealed best.
So I don't want to see them being sealed despite being resentful. This will only increase their resentment and will do no good.
It would be better to stay in her home, where she can suppress them, gradually absorb their resentment, and one day be able to seek freedom and relief.
When it came to those antique ghosts, Song Changfeng was a little curious, "The old ghost in that landscape and ink painting looks very powerful. Do you know his origins?"
Bai Yao shook his head, "I don't know. I brought him back from abroad."
When she was traveling abroad, she happened to see the landscape painting and recognized it at a glance as a national treasure. How could she be living in a foreign country?
And she also sensed resentment in the landscape and ink paintings.
So without thinking twice, I bought it from a private collector and brought it back home.
The ghost in the painting never appeared in front of her, or even said a word.
Now even Song Changfeng recognizes the strength of the ghost in the painting. He seems to be a very powerful old man.
Bai Yao thought to herself that she must see the old man in the painting with her own eyes when she has time.
After coming out of the attic, she stood on the rooftop, looking at the sunset over the western mountains, and couldn't help but think of Xiaochuan.
This thought lasted from sunset to dark.
Until a dull groan suddenly came to mind.
Bai Yao came back to his senses, followed the sound, and found Dracula applying medicine to himself in the corner of the balcony of the guest room.
Dracula's black shirt was open, revealing a large area of spring on his chest.
There are many scars on his body, and a new layer of wounds covers the old ones.
Bai Yao noticed that his new injury looked like a scratch, as if he had been severely scratched by some sharp claws and the skin was torn open.
There is no doubt about it.
It was when she was unconscious that the demon apostle brought by the witch injured Dracula.
There were scratches all over his body, and he looked seriously injured.
He has been in a daze for the past few days and has not said a word. His tone is quite tight.
Bai Yao jumped up and jumped to the balcony.
"Yaoyao?!" Facing her sudden appearance, Dracula was startled and hurriedly buttoned his shirt.
Bai Yao started immediately.
Just a tearing sound was heard.
Her shirt was pulled into rags.
With an embarrassed look on his face, Dracula pulled the curtains to cover his naked upper body.
Bai Yao said quietly: "Why didn't you tell me you were injured?"
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury..." Dracula was inexplicably anxious, "Ahem, can you go out first?"
"You, an old man who has lived for tens of thousands of years, what are you afraid of?" She calmly picked up the ointment and looked at it.
"This medicine won't work."
Dracula couldn't laugh or cry, "This is already a very good ointment."
"How good would it be to have my spiritual power?" Bai Yao raised his hand and gently placed it on his chest muscles.
Dracula swallowed nervously.
His eyes were extremely dark.
"Yaoyao, I..."
"Don't let your imagination run wild, I'm just saving you." She said seriously.
The old bat has a pretty good figure.
I looked thin before, but during the time I came to her house, I gained a lot of weight.
My body is now strong and strong, and my chest muscles feel pretty good~
Dracula's pale face had an inexplicable blush.
What he really wanted to say was: Yaoyao, if you hadn't taken the opportunity to squeeze my chest muscles, I would have almost believed your lies!
I saw golden light flowing out from her palm, as if it was alive, floating on his body, repairing his wounds cleanly.
In terms of spiritual power repair, the wound healed quickly.
Bai Yao also put down his hand, "There is no need to hide things like injuries. I am very grateful that you were in this house at that time and saved Bai Ling and the others."
Dracula lowered his eyes and said apologetically: "It's a pity that I couldn't save the nightmare."
"Dahei died for me, I will always remember him."
Bai Yao sighed softly, it was a pity that the nightmare ghost disappeared without leaving any trace, otherwise she could condense his broken soul.
"Dracula, if something like this happens again in the future, please take care of your own safety first." She said seriously: "At a critical moment of life and death, self-preservation comes first."
Dracula blurted out, "What about you?"
"I am immortal. Even if my physical body is gone, my soul will be immortal."
"Although...it will hurt if you do this."
Bai Yao was stunned for a moment and smiled: "What you said is similar to what Xiaochuan once said. Don't worry, this little pain is nothing to me."
Seeing how excited she was when she mentioned Yanagi Xingchuan, Dracula couldn't help but feel distressed.
The person Yaoyao liked so much had already disappeared into ashes before she knew it.
If Yaoyao found out, she would definitely be heartbroken.
"Okay, I'm going back to my room to practice."
Bai Yao smiled uprightly, patted his chest and left.