Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1297: Ghost Market Stroll

"If the doctor can’t help him, and he truly can’t remember anything, then perhaps all of this is destined, it’s the fate of him and the third young master. But what if he remembers everything?"

"I’m being selfish..." Qing Yi looked at Mu Han and said weakly.

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Netherworld

Ghost Market

"Didn’t they say it’s a ghost market? Why aren’t there any ghosts?" Wen Xiao’ai picked up a ghost mask from a small stall and tried it on.

The desolate and eerie street, filled with a Tang Dynasty atmosphere, was enveloped in a grayish darkness.

Besides the two of them, there were no other figures in sight.

"Jun Moyan, look at me."

Wen Xiao’ai, wearing a ghost mask, suddenly turned to Jun Moyan, making claw shapes with her small hands, gesturing at him.

Jun Moyan chuckled and lightly knocked on her small head.

"Hmph, I can’t scare you at all."

Wen Xiao’ai, losing interest, took off the mask and tiptoed to put it on Jun Moyan instead.

Jun Moyan quickly held her waist, afraid she might lose balance on her toes.

At the same time, he bent down, leaning forward to cooperate with her.

"It’s done."

Wen Xiao’ai looked at Jun Moyan with the ghost mask on, finally revealing a small smile on her face.

"Do you think you scared those big and small ghosts away? So scared that they even abandoned their stalls, and the inns are all closed."

"I didn’t scare them away."

It’s them who fear him, nothing to do with him.

Wen Xiao’ai pouted and suddenly remembered a question, asking, "Jun Moyan, when you were the Soul-suppressing Beast before, did you have your own name? Or were you just called the Soul-suppressing Beast?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"No, I didn’t."

"Huh? Just called the Soul-suppressing Beast? Did you name yourself that? Why such a name?"

"It wasn’t me who chose it, and as for how it came about, I can’t remember."

"Alright then, having no other name is good too. From now on, you’ll be called Jun Moyan. I like this name and can only write this name, how nice."

Jun Moyan smiled and pinched her little face.

"Yes, just call me Jun Moyan."

"Hehe." Wen Xiao’ai giggled twice, taking another mask from the stall to put on.

Then she grabbed Jun Moyan’s hand.

"Let’s go look ahead."

Not far away, on the windowsill of the second floor of an inn, three figures appeared.

The Nether King withdrew his gaze from Jun Moyan and Wen Xiao’ai on the street, then sat before the table, picked up a teacup, and started sipping tea.

Zuo Yan and Judge Lu stepped away from the window and sat down at the table.

Unbeknownst to them, at the moment they turned away from the window, Jun Moyan looked up towards them.

But he soon looked away, nonchalantly continuing to accompany Wen Xiao’ai.

"Lord Nether King, what do you think of this situation?" Zuo Yan asked with a playful smile.

The Nether King glanced up at him, then sneered without holding back, saying directly, "Shouldn’t the Left Protector’s situation be more difficult than mine? I heard that the Demon Realm has already issued a message expelling you, and they’ve set a trap, just waiting for your return to clean house. It hasn’t been easy for Left Protector, dodging and hiding all this time, has it?"

Zuo Yan’s smile froze for two seconds and then vanished without a trace, his eyes filled with sinister malice.

"Seems like Lord Nether King has had quite a leisurely time lately, paying such close attention to me. Well, since the Soul Suppressing Master is back, there’s naturally no need for Lord Nether King to worry about matters in the Netherworld anymore, so why wouldn’t you be free?" Zuo Yan replied with a sarcastic tone.