Lord Wei's Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

In October, the weather had gradually turned cold. The temperature difference between morning and night was huge.

A hint of red floated on the blue and black surface of the water, soaking in the lake. It swayed up and down with the waves of the lake, bright and strange. It slowly floated, as if following a predetermined trajectory, slowly approaching the shore from the center of the lake…

At this moment, a sharp crow cry cut through the silent sky.

A pale face suddenly appeared on the lake…

Wen Rou, the rich daughter of the Wen family, had inexplicably drowned!

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A group of reporters gathered outside the Wen residence. In order to get first-hand information about Wen Rou's drowning, they kept holding up their cameras, attracting the attention of many bystanders.

However, no one noticed that there was a girl sitting in the corner. She was wearing a white tracksuit and had a pair of lively eyes on her clean face. There was a light purple bracelet on her fair wrist. There was a meaningful smile on her lips as she said softly, "My allowance for this month is here~" She stood up and patted the dust on her tracksuit. After looking into the Wen residence, she turned around and entered the crowd.

After leaving the Wen residence, she prepared to return to the house she lived in. Her name was Feng Nian, and she was a student at Zun City University. Unexpectedly, she had forgotten to bring her key. Helpless, she could only head to Jiama Street.

Jiama Street was located in the old city area. It was the only street in Zun City that was paved with bluestone. The street was very clean and not even a single leaf could be seen. The afternoon sun shone on the moss on the bluestone, giving off a different kind of vitality. Other than the people guarding the shops, there was not a single customer on the street.

Armored horses, also known as "paper horses" and "divine paper", were used by the people to worship ghosts and gods. As the name suggested, this street sold items for the dead. There were paper effigy shops, incense shops, and of course, coffin shops.

She stopped at the entrance of a shop. The entrance was two ancient, black wooden doors. When she looked up, the word "Coffin" was shockingly written on a plaque on the wooden door. However, because it was a little old, the word on the plaque was a little blurry. Moreover, the plaque was a little crooked, as if it could be torn off with a gust of wind.

Feng Nian knocked lightly on the door, but there was no response. She pushed it slightly and found that the wooden door was not locked. She strode into the shop.

In the shop, rows of coffins were neatly displayed. At a glance, it was dark, making one's hair stand on end. However, she did not care. She passed through the coffins and arrived at the backyard.

"Granny Xiang," she called out. The owner of this coffin shop was known as "Coffin Xiang," but no one had mentioned her real name, so she called her Granny Xiang. Granny Xiang lived next door to her rented house, so she left the spare key to the house with Granny Xiang.

After two or three calls, there was no response. Just as she was about to look inside, she accidentally stepped on a small rock and almost fell to the ground. Someone reached out and pulled her out in time to prevent her from falling.

This was also the first time Feng Nian had been so close to a man. Her nose gently touched the left side of his face. There was a faint smell of tobacco on this person's body, but it was not unpleasant. Instead, it made her feel a little at ease.

He had a high nose bridge, exquisite skin, and double eyelids. The person in front of her seemed to have walked out of a painting, making Feng Nian unable to take her eyes off him. This was the first time she had seen such a good-looking man. No adjective could describe his appearance completely.

"Are you steady? I'm letting go." The man's unique voice sounded. Perhaps her gaze made the man a little uncomfortable. After she was steady, he let go of her hand.

Feng Nian noticed that other than his handsome appearance, this person's eyes were deep. Even though he was wearing casual clothes, she could feel a faint domineering aura from him. Unfortunately, his glabella was dark and surrounded by a thick black aura.

"Xiao Nian," Granny Xiang's timely voice interrupted Feng Nian's thoughts. "Here, the key is here."

Feng Nian had a problem. She often lost her way. Including this time, this was the fifth time this month that she had forgotten to bring her key. Granny Xiang was already used to it. The moment she saw her, she knew that she was here to get the key again.

However, this time, Feng Nian did not take the key and leave. Instead, she pulled Granny Xiang to the side and took out a small wooden fish. He said in a low voice, "Granny Xiang, let him bring the wooden fish with him. His calamity is about to arrive. This wooden fish might be able to save his life."

Granny Xiang narrowed her eyes. She did not expect that with just one look, Feng Nian could tell that this man's glabella was turning black. A great calamity was about to arrive. Feng Nian was so young, but she already had already honed such a skill. She was really impressive.

Seeing that Granny Xiang did not reach out to take it, Feng Nian stuffed the wooden fish into her hand. "Remember to ask him to carry it with him. I'll leave first." She could tell that this person had a close relationship with Granny Xiang because Granny Xiang would never let anyone enter the backyard casually. She and this man were an exception. This wooden fish could be considered a thank-you gift to Granny Xiang for keeping the key for her.

The man sat quietly until Granny Xiang handed him the wooden fish that Feng Nian had given him. Then, he asked, "Auntie Xiang, this is?"

"Take it with you. That girl's good intentions can protect you at critical moments." Granny Xiang sighed softly. She had watched this child grow up. It was not that she did not know that this child was about to face a calamity, but she was helpless. No matter what, the thing Feng Nian gave her might really help him block the calamity.

As if recalling something, Granny Xiang said, "This girl is a good child. Unfortunately…" Granny Xiang wanted to say something but hesitated. She avoided the man's probing gaze and reached out to wave at him. "Alright, alright, go back quickly. My coffin shop can't be a good place. Staying here will bring bad luck."

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She took out her keys and opened the door.

One living room and two bedrooms were a little much for Feng Nian, who lived alone. There were no extra personal belongings in the house. There was a bed, a dilapidated wardrobe, a desk with a missing corner, and a sofa. The edge of the sofa was badly damaged. It was wrapped in rags, and one could vaguely see the sponge inside.

Such a house was rented for at least 1,200 yuan a month in Zun City. However, when she rented it, it only cost 300 yuan. Other than the location, the main reason was that this house was haunted.

She took a bowl of instant noodles, added some hot water, and placed it on the table for three minutes. She got up and used the remaining hot water to make tea. A white shadow suddenly floated to the side of the table.

"Don't drip your saliva on my instant noodles." She turned around and stared fiercely at the female ghost who was about to put her head on the instant noodles. She still vividly remembered the last time when her bottle of milk had just been opened. If she was not careful, the female ghost would drink it. The milk that the female ghost had drunk emitted a sour smell, making her throw it away with a pained expression.