As soon as they reached the square, Xiao Hai urged.
The square he spoke of was not far from the station, about four or five hundred meters away.
Upon arriving at the location, before Liu Sandao could even see the name of the square, Xiao Hai was already urging Bai Suxiang to set up her easel and open her drawing board.
Bai Suxiang loved to paint, and her specialty was portraiture. This hobby had been sparked by a sketch by a high school classmate.
With just a few simple strokes, her classmate could capture a person's likeness, which Bai Suxiang found incredibly magical.
She gradually became captivated by sketching, especially portraits.
After helping Bai Suxiang set up her easel, Liu Sandao also set up one for himself, placed a drawing board on it, and made a pretense of drawing.
He wasn't skilled at painting; his talent lay in the supernatural.
These were not the main points. The crucial issue was how to approach the target.
"They're coming, they're coming!"
Xiao Hai whispered, and then gradually fell silent.
Liu Sandao looked up and saw a woman in her thirties, wearing a light blue long dress, with a little girl of two or three years old, also in a pink long dress, walking towards them.
"Could it be this woman?"
Liu Sandao thought, and immediately took out his Fortune Manual: Fu Qing, three years old, a Four-Star individual.
"Three years old? Is the target this child?"
The target indicated by the Fortune Manual was a child. Clearly, it was the little girl in front of them.
The mother and daughter were strolling leisurely, and as they were about to reach them,
Bai Suxiang stepped forward and said, "Sister, hello, we're here to sketch. Would you mind being my model for a while?"
"A model? Oh, no, that won't do!"
The woman repeatedly waved her hands, declining.
She was clearly wary of strangers.
However, seeing them as a couple, with the man handsome and the woman beautiful, her wariness eased considerably.
"Mommy, Mommy, look how pretty this drawing is! Let's draw one!"
Fu Qing spoke, standing before Bai Suxiang's drawing board, pointing at the portrait on it.
"If you like it, I can give it to you. If you're willing to be my model, I can paint a portrait of you!"
Bai Suxiang immediately followed up on her words.
Fu Qing was clearly moved. She stood on her tiptoes and gazed at her mother with her eyes, blinking.
The woman was somewhat reluctant and a little embarrassed.
"How long will it take? It can't be too long!" Fu Qing asked.
Her words sounded remarkably mature, like an adult speaking, which surprised Liu Sandao. However, it wasn't a comforting feeling.
He recalled a saying from a book: children who speak with an old-fashioned air often die young.
How could a little girl who looked so innocent and had such watery eyes, and appeared to be in good health, die young?
Liu Sandao told himself that he was overthinking.
While he was lost in thought, Bai Suxiang had already come to an agreement with her mother, and Fu Qing would be the model.
Bai Suxiang arranged Fu Qing's pose and began to sketch her portrait.
Fu Qing was extremely serious and cooperated with Bai Suxiang wholeheartedly.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Liu Sandao used his spiritual sense to scan the surroundings. He found no trace of any malevolent energy.
This put him somewhat at ease, indicating that Fu Qing was not in immediate danger.
Of course, danger doesn't always lurk openly; when it arrives silently, there are no forewarnings.
Soul Spirit Number Eleven arrived in Zuo Gang City and gave a ghostly smile towards the Orange Square.
This was its destination, and the primary location for the execution of this mission.
Zuo Gang City's Orange Square was located in the center of the entire city. Surrounding it were buildings of various sizes and intersections of streets and alleys.
The overall layout resembled orange segments surrounding the central square.
This effect was only clearly visible from the sky.
Soul Spirit Number Eleven did not linger to admire the scenery. To it, such things were meaningless.
After a brief pause, it began to search for its target.
Before departing, it had drunk the Fu Gen juice provided by the Ten-Faced Rakshasa, which allowed it to quickly lock onto its target.
At this moment, a woman walked from one side of the Orange Square, appearing to be in her late twenties.
She had long, permed curly hair and a red hip-hugging dress, exuding a certain allure that made many men glance her way.
Recalling her time as a human, how desperately Soul Spirit Eleven had craved male attention.
Now, those unfulfilled desires were about to be realized through this woman.
This was its target, without a doubt.
"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian, wait for me, wait for me!"
A man's voice entered Eleven's field of vision.
A man dressed in casual wear, holding two cups of drinks, was jogging to catch up.
The woman did not stop walking. Instead, she continued forward, took out her car keys as she walked, and pressed the button.
With a "chirp," the headlights of a red BSJ sports car parked at the edge of the square flashed.
"Wait for me, wait for me, I just went to buy drinks!"
"Fu Dehan, I'm telling you, if this happens again, we're breaking up!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Absolutely, absolutely!" Fu Dehan agreed while handing the woman a drink.
This woman was Zhang Fuchun, the daughter of his company's boss.
Fu Dehan had gone to great lengths to win her favor.
Zhang Fuchun's family company, while not the absolute top in Zuo Gang City, ranked within the top ten. If he could latch onto this advantageous connection, his future life would be one of luxury and ease.
Being able to calculate this, any hardship or disdain he might face would be worthwhile.
Zhang Fuchun had known Fu Dehan for nearly a year. Initially, she found him handsome and of decent height, fitting somewhat with her ideal type.
They met through working in the same department at the company, and gradually became acquainted.
He was humorous, treated her with extreme gentleness and patience. He even tolerated her temper tantrums endlessly.
Therefore, not long after they met, she decided to start dating him.
Fu Dehan had been troubled recently. He had accidentally let a lie slip, which had angered Zhang Fuchun.
When they first started dating, to get closer to her, he had claimed to be single. In reality, he was not yet divorced and already had two children.
A girl and a boy.
The two children were close in age, only a year apart.
To support his family, Fu Dehan had intended to work hard.
But after meeting Zhang Fuchun, he realized that to live a life of prosperity, one had to take shortcuts. Otherwise, he would be a mere employee for life, exhausted every day and earning little.