Ku Lijiang, a big man with a big beard, touched his nose lightly with his finger to cover up his embarrassment: "Taoist Master Jin'an, how are we going to kill the devil tonight?"

"wait."

“When we sit here like this, will the devils see that there are so many of us and they won’t dare to come? Should we learn from the Hekmati shaman and hide in the closet so that we can always see what’s going on under the bed?”

 “It’s not necessary.”

"Why?"

Jin An's answer was simple: "If she doesn't show up tonight, I will go directly to her and chop her into pieces."

Ku Lijiang looked shocked: "Taoist Master Jin'an, are you saying...that you have found where the devil comes from?"

It’s no wonder that his face was full of shock and surprise at this time. Jin An had only arrived for an hour or two, and he had never left his sight for even a step. How did he find the devil’s hiding place so quickly?

"I don't know where the devil is hiding, but your princess must know it. It depends on whether your princess is willing to answer our question." Jin An looked at the princess of Yueqiang Kingdom who was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, in a daze and unable to sleep.

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Kulijiang looked at Gulizal dubiously: "Princess, what on earth is going on?"

 At this time, both people in the room were waiting for the answer.

The night wind outside the pavilion was still blowing into the room. Gulizar subconsciously lifted the quilt, as if to use the warmth in the quilt to embolden himself: "About half a year ago, a group of mysterious people came from the Yueqiang Kingdom.

desert travelers, they bluntly wanted to find my father, saying that they had the most precious treasure in their hands to dedicate to my father..."

"The thing they presented to my father was not a very precious treasure. It was just a painted pottery pot with several faces painted on it. I couldn't tell whether those faces were male or female. I have seen it a few times, but I always forget it.

What do those faces look like…”

"Obviously I was looking at the worthless clay pots, but I gradually discovered that my father started to act wrong. He held on to one of the clay pots with human faces on them all day long, and put the pots across the table after breakfast.

During lunch and dinner, I also like to place the clay pot on the opposite side of the table. Later, even when sleeping, I would put the clay pot on the other side of the bed on the pillow. My father has always loved my mother, but it has been more than ten years since my mother died of a serious illness.
Chapter completed!