This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling slowly pushed her way through the crowd and walked to the city gate. The captain of the guards saw An Ling coming again and asked in surprise, "Master, why are you here?"

"The situation has been quite serious these days. I'm afraid the enemy will sneak in. Do you have any additional measures for entry testing?"

The guard just smiled and said, "Of course there are, and they are everywhere in Tianxing Mansion. Any Fuso people carrying monsters will definitely be discovered."

"Oh, that's good." An Ling didn't ask any more questions, because the guards didn't know that she was now a non-staff member of the General's Mansion. Some secrets would naturally not be told to her so clearly, and An Ling didn't want to make herself embarrassed.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, someone called her again.

An Ling looked back and saw a middle-aged man dressed in rich clothes. He said excitedly, "Immortal? Please help me, Immortal!"

"Uh, I'm not an immortal, I'm just a cultivator who knows a little bit about fighting. Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The middle-aged man looked extremely bad, his whole face was covered with a layer of faint black air, his dark eye bags had already drooped to his cheeks, his lips were grayish white, and he looked like he was going to die soon. An Ling felt that a lot of things must have happened in his family, and in her spirit of being willing to help others, she decided to help this man.

The middle-aged man looked around and said to An Ling nervously, "I've seen a ghost!"

An Ling's ears perked up, and she quickly asked, "What do you mean?"

"Alas, this matter cannot be explained in a few words. I am Qian San. Thanks to the favor of my old customers from all over the country, I am called Master Qian San. Immortal, please come to my house and help me eliminate the evil spirits!"

Seeing that his expression didn't look fake, An Ling thought for a moment and said with a smile, "That's what I wish for."

……

Just as Mr. Qian Sanye called out to An Ling, in a shadow somewhere in Tianxing Mansion, a little girl watched the scene expressionlessly. She memorized An Ling's appearance deeply in her mind, and then disappeared silently into the darkness.

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"Afu! Afu! Where are all the people? Come out quickly to entertain the immortal!" Master Qian started shouting as soon as he entered the door, finally making the whole quiet house more lively.

"Master..." Ah Fu hurried over. An Ling saw that Ah Fu and other servants' faces were covered with black air. Although not as serious as that of Master Qian San, it was also very creepy.

Master Qian Sanye kept giving instructions, asking them to quickly take out the best things in the mansion to entertain An Ling, and he personally served tea to An Ling.

An Ling smiled politely, took the teacup but did not drink it. Her eyes had been wandering around the Qian Mansion. She found that the house faced north and south, and was meticulously and exquisitely decorated. It was a blessed place to live in, with good fortune. It was definitely a Feng Shui treasure land. Even if the people living in it were not destined to be rich and powerful, they would have a smooth life.

But what was strange was that after An Ling opened her Yin-Yang eyes, she discovered that there was a kind of faint black aura lingering above the house. It was neither red evil aura nor white mist like a ghost. It was very strange.

"Excuse me..." An Ling was about to ask, but Mr. Qian Sanye had already started talking, pouring out his grievances to An Ling like pouring beans.

"You don't know, Immortal, that I haven't had a good night's sleep for almost a month! Not only me, but also my wife, children, and servants in the mansion, they all have the same dream as me, every night. I dream of..." When he said this, Master Qian couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly walked to An Ling's ear and whispered, as if he was afraid that someone would hear it.

"In my dream, there was a woman in red clothes, putting on her makeup in front of a mirror!"

"Bang!" As soon as the words fell, a gust of cold wind blew up from the house and slammed the wooden door shut!

"Ahhhhh!" Uncle Qian screamed heartbreakingly and crawled under the chair, leaving his butt sticking out, like an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.

An Ling drew her sword and stood in front of Master Qian San to protect him. She quickly activated detection spells such as "Yin Yang Eyes" and "Qi Gazing Technique", but they were all in vain as she found no trace of any monsters or demons.

"This is strange. If it's not ghosts, where does the indoor wind come from?" An Ling took a few steps in the direction where the cold wind came from and found that it was a wall. She knocked on the wall twice with her fist and listened to the echo, but did not find any hollow space or secret room. Then she jumped onto the beam and used both magic and her naked eyes to thoroughly check the entire reception room, but found no trace of ghosts.

She believed that her magic was not wrong, so if that was the case, could this be a frightening farce?

An Ling pulled Third Master Qian up, stuffed a cup of tea into his cold hands, opened the door, and asked, "Third Master Qian, have you made enemies with anyone recently?"

"Ah, this..." Mr. Qian San did not answer directly, but remained silent. It seemed that there was something wrong with this man.

"Isn't this a female ghost? Why are other people involved?" Mr. Qian Sanye was a little dissatisfied.

An Ling explained: "There is no trace of 'those' things in the mansion at present, which means that the strange wind just now was not caused by them."

Mr. Qian San thought carefully for a while and said, "I have only bought some antiques from a few people who are short of money recently. Although they are reluctant to part with them, we have already settled the payment and goods. How could there be any grudge between us?" The more he thought about it, the more he felt that someone had harmed him. He jumped up and told Ah Fu to go and settle the score with them.

An Ling stopped Mr. Qian Sanye. She felt that there might be some evil involved in this matter. Antiques have gone through the vicissitudes of time and are most likely to breed spiritual things. She still wanted to take a look at the antiques that were collected to see if there was anything abnormal.

Mr. Qian Sanye is now counting on An Ling as his lifeline, so naturally he does whatever she says. After quickly bringing An Ling to the vicinity of the private treasury, he stood directly at the gate, unwilling to move.

"Master, can you see if the female ghost is in there?" He had a smile on his face and a very flattering look, but his eyes had the brilliance of a businessman.

An Ling raised her eyebrows. This man was such a miser. He was unwilling to show his treasure house to others unless it was absolutely necessary. She looked at Master Qian San speechlessly and said nothing more. She opened her Yin-Yang eyes.

The scenery in her eyes turned into black and white ink style. An Ling turned her bright eyes and carefully looked around for any abnormalities.

She discovered that the place with the thickest black air in the Qian Mansion was the treasure house. Wisps of black air floated out through the cracks in the door, and it looked like there was a fire inside.

She immediately pulled out the Xiangzhu and said in a deep voice: "It's in there, I have to go in!"

Master Qian cried out a few times, still reluctant to open the door to the treasure house. An Ling glared at Master Qian and shouted, "How long are you going to wait? Are you going to wait until it sucks all the energy out of your entire Qian Mansion?"

After being yelled at by An Ling, Mr. Qian Sanye sobered up a little. He stepped forward hesitantly and blocked An Ling's sight with his body. In An Ling's anxious eyes, he finally opened the door.

In An Ling's vision, Master Qian San was shrouded in rolling black air, and his aura was rapidly weakening. She pulled Master Qian San away and reminded him, "It's poisonous inside. If you stay nearby, your life will be shortened." Then she rushed in quickly with a sword in hand.

An Ling has spiritual power to protect her body and is not afraid of the erosion of the black air. She completely ignores the mountains of gold, silver and treasures around her. In her eyes, those things are just background boards. She now only wants to track down the source of the unknown black air!