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Qiu Mo widened his eyes in disbelief. In his heart, he was wondering just when this little girl had become so open-minded towards others and started attacking so quickly.

However, Gu Nian didn't think this way. From the moment Qiu Mo appeared on Mao Mountain, he had felt something different from her. That feeling was something he had never felt in many years.

He didn't know why, but even he himself didn't expect that he would actually be interested in a girl who didn't know anything.

However, Gu Nian also knew that Qiu Mo's appearance not only brought him love, but also made her understand the meaning of the word 'accept' and 'give up'.

From the moment Qiu Mo appeared, Gu Nian had recognized Qiu Mo's identity. That unique soul, that life that was touched by the Spirit King, was Luo Hao's ghost bride after his rebirth.

This was a rule set by the heavens, one that had lasted for tens of thousands of years. It was not something that a junior would do.

Gu Nian was sad. He clearly knew that he was in love with someone who was impossible, but reason still warned him. If he allowed liking to develop into love, then the consequences would be unimaginable.

Thus, Gu Nian could not allow this big secret to be leaked out. Furthermore, Luo Hao's identity was something that he could never hope to reveal.

As he retracted his thoughts, he noticed that the red-robed cultivator beside him was blushing, his eyes red.

Gu Nian didn't know how to comfort a girl. Recalling her dignified words just now, she felt guilty.

They quickly arrived at the Antique Market. Qiu Mo paid the bill and felt extremely pained.

He opened the door of the antique shop and changed the air inside. "There are only two rooms in the shop. I have one room with Hong Xiu, so the two of you should share one room with each other."

"No way!"

Luo Hao suddenly interrupted him and firmly refused.

"Why? You're both men, anyway. "

Luo Hao's face was filled with reluctance. Qiu Mo couldn't understand, could it be that this fellow had some sort of obsession with cleanliness? It was difficult even to share a room with a man.

Gu Nian, however, wasn't angry. She sat down on a chair and said calmly, "Ah Luo has always been like this. It's the same in Mao Mountain. He has never shared a room with anyone. This problem can never be fixed."

Qiu Mo had no choice but to clean out the dusty storage room by himself. The dust flew everywhere in the room, and it made Qiu Mo's throat itch a few times.

However, in the end, he endured the humiliation and cleaned up the room. As he looked at Luo Hao's cold expression, he felt even more wronged.

In the end, he didn't say a word of thanks. On the contrary, he was being picky after moving into the room. There were many problems.

After returning to the antique shop, Qiu Mo took a sip of water and cleaned out the storeroom. When he came out, the clock on the wall had already reached one in the afternoon.

Since morning, his stomach had been rumbling from hunger. In addition to overwork, his body was exhausted and hungry at the same time.

After he finished showering, Qiu Mo did not see Hong Xiu. Seeing that he returned to the company earlier, he did not call Hong Xiu.

Although that girl was usually carefree, her pride was higher than anyone else's. She had just been wronged in the car, so she needed someone to calm down.

Thinking up to here, Qiu Mo realized that there was no one in the restaurant. No one could be seen, not even Gu Nian and Luo Hao.

Qiu Mo took out his cellphone and ordered a spicy barbecue and crystal prawn dumplings. While waiting for the takeout, he also picked up a cleaning spray. He planned to go to the store outside to fix up the antiques.

When he opened the door, he saw Gu Nian standing in front of the antique rack, carefully inspecting the items on it.

Qiu Mo's heart slightly calmed down. Seeing that there were no other customers in the store, he lifted his foot and walked over.

Entering the room, he discovered Gu Nian staring intently at the bronze sword. Her attitude was extremely serious, but Qiu Mo could detect a trace of malice in her eyes.

"Thoughts?"

Gu Nian did not seem to sense that Qiu Mo was standing behind him. This did not seem like his style at all. She hurriedly turned her head around and quickly retracted the dark look in her eyes.

"Qiu Mo?" When did you get here? "

Qiu Mo smiled. He placed the cleaning agent on the table, "I just arrived. I saw you in a daze. What are you thinking about?"

Upon being asked by Qiu Mo, Gu Nian avoided looking at Shen'er, but Shen'er did not return her gaze to her bronze sword. Instead, she turned to look outside the door.

"I was thinking about last night's whereabouts of the vampires. Vampires are always very sensitive. They don't want anyone to find out who did it, so if nothing unexpected happens, he'll come knocking on our door very soon."

Gu Nian spoke lightly, but Qiu Mo felt that her world was already shaking.

One wave had yet to calm down, yet another wave had. Why was it that this life had no intention of ending from the very beginning?

"What!"

Gu Nian smiled instead. "I knew you were worried again. With me here, what are you afraid of?"

However, this was probably the case as well. Gu Nian came from Mao Mountain, and according to what Hong Xiu had mentioned, Gu Nian was Mao Mountain's eldest disciple. Naturally, she had great abilities.

But even so, how could Qiu Mo not worry. After all, the other party was a vampire. She was just a lowly person who ran a small business.

Even though he had been daydreaming about becoming rich all day, before he became rich, he still hoped that his days would be smooth and as smooth as the water, and that he wouldn't have to play any tricks.

"Where's Luo?"

Gu Li spoke as he walked out of the antique shop. He looked around, and when he returned, he found Qiu Mo carefully cleaning the bronze sword in his hand.

His face couldn't help but change slightly as his voice became deeper. He asked, "It seems that you like him a lot?"

"It?"

Qiu Mo turned around in a daze before reacting. Smiling, he said, "Of course I like it. Of all the antiques in the entire shop, this bronze sword is the most precious. Even though it didn't cost anything, I still feel like I have to pay the price for it."

As Qiu Mo spoke, his voice became softer and softer until there was only a murmur left, "Sigh, I just hope that a big boss can pay a big price to buy it."

"Is that so? "You don't feel bad at all for selling him out?"

As Gu Nian spoke, she had already arrived at Qiu Mo's side. Grabbing the bronze sword, she asked, "Did your shoulder bleed that night?"

Qiu Mo carefully thought back. After being stabbed by the man, a lot of blood had indeed flowed out. At that time, the bronze sword was still in his hand and blood had definitely flowed onto the sword.

"It should be. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

When Gu Nian heard this, she suddenly became dejected for a moment, but it only lasted for a moment, "Qiu Mo, I think it's time for you to know Luo Hao's identity."

Hearing Gu Shenwei's serious reply, Qiu Mo felt that the matter was not as simple as he thought, but there was also a sense of loss.

In the following time, Gu Nian told Qiu Mo Luo Hao about the absurd fact that the bronze sword came from. Qiu Mo became the master of the bronze sword, and at the same time, Qiu Mo had to face an impending wedding.

Qiu Mo felt it was inconceivable, but after some thought, he remembered the mysterious man he saw in the antique trading market the day he obtained the bronze sword, the man in the black cloak. Qiu Mo then wrote him a promissory note.

Unbelievable. Unknowingly, Qiu Mo discovered that he was slowly falling into a huge mystery. This mystery was right in front of Qiu Mo's eyes, but Qiu Mo didn't know where to start to solve it.

Qiu Mo needed time to digest this. She could not accept the fact that Luo Hao was not human, nor the fact that she was going to marry a ghost, much less the fact that it was not a joke.

Gu Shenwei didn't disturb Qiu Mo. He was very clear in his heart that Qiu Mo was a girl with strong willpower. As long as he could give her one day, she would be ready to accept everything.

As for Gu Nian, he needed time to prepare for everything.

When the red cultivator returned to the antique shop after work, it was already evening. He felt curious as to why the takeout dish Qiu Mo ordered remained untouched.

When he opened the door to Qiu Mo's room, he found that the person was already asleep.

He wrapped up the Mai La Bun and crystal prawn dumplings on the table and put them into the fridge. Then he took out the food he had bought after work and started eating. There were no longer many people in the restaurant.

Seeing that Tian'er had turned dark, the door to the antique shop was suddenly slammed open from the outside. What appeared outside the door was a pale-faced monster with blood dripping from its mouth.

He had found it.

"You, who are you?"

The red cultivator seemed to have realized something, but he still held onto a sliver of hope in his heart. He hoped that everything she saw was not real, and that everything she was about to face was a dream.

The man at the door was very tall and sturdy, about 1.85 meters. His upper body was muscular, and his pale face looked very strange under the light from the street lamps behind him.

The vampire lowered his upper eyelids, waiting for his dark eyes to fall. His gaze was directly on the red-dressed cultivator who was still holding a bowl of small wontons.

Suddenly, he raised the corner of his mouth, revealing his sharp teeth which had a murderous glint to them.

Step by step, he walked from the door into the shop, the floor was imprinted with sticky, bloody footprints. When he lifted his feet, they carried a strong killing intent.

As he walked in, the red cultivator discovered that the vampire's eyes were already red. However, in the blink of an eye, the vampire turned into a black shadow and appeared before the red cultivator.

The aura of death in close proximity was something that Hong Xiu had never felt in all his life. His tightly held chin made his mind go blank.

The vampire opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs. His ice-cold eyes stared straight at the long, white, and alluring neck of the red cultivator.

"No, no, no —"

Hong Xiu's weeping voice was faint as she struggled feebly to refuse. No matter what, she felt endless despair.