Having confirmed the old woman was not the vile creature he'd imagined, he lowered his guard.
He put away his Eight Trigram Mirror and said with a smile,
“Two sweet ones.”
After replying to the old woman, he helped Mo Ting sit down by the roadside.
After all, the fellow was dizzy and couldn't stand steadily.
Upon hearing my words, the old woman's eyes narrowed into slits.
With a kindly smile, she said,
“Alright, two bowls of fresh, sweet tofu pudding.”
With that, the auntie lifted the lid of the pot, revealing steaming goodness.
A fragrant aroma wafted out from the insulated container.
“So fragrant!”
I couldn't help but exclaim.
The old woman took out disposable containers and said with a chuckle,
“Of course, it's fragrant. It's just made.
Eat it, and you'll lose your soul…”
I paid no mind, merely asking,
“Auntie, it’s so late. Why haven't you packed up yet?”
The old woman continued to smile.
While portioning out the tofu pudding, she replied,
“I just started my business!
You are my first customer!
After all, by starting out at this time, I have no one to compete with.”
I was taken aback and continued,
“Auntie, where are you planning to push this to sell?
This is an old street, with very few people.
Not to mention, you’re setting up a late-night stall.”
The old woman had already portioned out two bowls of tofu pudding and was adding sugar.
“I’m old and can’t sleep.
Once it’s made, I push it along the street to sell and supplement my household expenses.
Sold until gone, it’s just a stroll!
Whether you can eat my tofu pudding depends on fate.”
After speaking, she handed the tofu pudding to me.
Hearing the old woman say so, I was eager to try it.
How delicious could this tofu pudding be, which one could only eat by fate?
I took the tofu pudding and prepared to give one bowl to Mo Ting.
However, when I turned to look at him,
I found the fellow already asleep leaning against a lamppost by the roadside.
“Old, Old Mo, you wanted tofu pudding…”
I nudged him, but Mo Ting showed no reaction, even starting to snore.
“Young man, he’s asleep.
Eat yours quickly!
It won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
The old woman still spoke with a smile, very kindly.
Looking at the two bowls of steaming tofu pudding in my hands, the aroma tantalizing, it truly whetted my appetite.
It seemed I had to eat it myself.
I let out a sigh, put down one bowl, and held the other.
I scooped a spoonful and was about to eat it.
However, just as the spoonful of tofu pudding was about to enter my mouth,
A cold female voice suddenly sounded from behind me:
“Don’t eat it!”
Hearing the sudden voice made my action freeze.
Instinctively, I looked behind me.
I saw a figure emerge from the dim street behind.
Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a woman.
As she gradually approached, emerging from the darkness,
My pupils dilated, and my heart tensed.
I saw a woman wearing a black mask and a black floral print dress.
Although she wore a mask, I recognized her at a glance.
“Qing Dai!”
I exclaimed in surprise.
I hadn't expected to encounter her again here.
Qing Dai quickly walked up to me.
She frowned slightly and glanced at the tofu pudding in my hand.
“If you eat this bowl of tofu pudding, you're dead!”
With that, she waved her hand.
She directly knocked the tofu pudding from my hand, scattering it on the ground.
At the same time, she glared angrily at the old woman.
Looking at the old woman, she was no longer the kindly figure she had been.
Instead, she had a gloomy expression, her mouth twitching, staring venomously at Qing Dai. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
I, standing by, had no idea what was going on.
But the only thing I knew was that Qing Dai would not harm me.
Hearing her words, I became vigilant again.
“Qing Dai, what, what is going on?”
Qing Dai did not answer directly.
Instead, the old woman.
With a dark face, she spoke in a venomous tone,
“You are a ghost, and I am a demon.
You walk your sunny road, and I cross my single-plank bridge.
The person I have taken a liking to.
Why must you, a wandering soul, meddle in my affairs?”
Hearing this, my mind exploded like a thunderclap on a clear day.
This old woman actually claimed to be a demon…
In my fear, Qing Dai also replied,
“I wouldn’t care if you touched anyone else, but you cannot touch him!”
Qing Dai's words made me look at her in astonishment.
Even from the side, with the mask on,
I felt her appearance was so beautiful, so beautiful…
What merit had I accumulated to receive such favoritism from Qing Dai?
What was our connection that made her protect me so fiercely?
The old woman opposite her sneered twice upon hearing this.
“Heh, so.
You won’t let this person’s soul go?”
As she spoke, the old woman’s tone became threatening.
She placed her hand on the pushcart.
A dull thud sounded.
Then, I saw her aged human hand bizarrely sprout yellow fur and claws.
In the next second, it transformed into a beast’s claw covered in yellow fur.
I was horrified.
I had never expected this old woman to be an old demon spirit that had reached a certain level of cultivation.
No wonder she had a shadow and wasn't afraid of my Eight Trigram Mirror’s illumination…
Qing Dai showed no fear.
Instead, she took a step forward, directly blocking me.
Her brows furrowed, and her beautiful eyes emitted intense killing intent.
She spoke with absolute conviction,
“I won’t let go!”