Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 966 - 962: Yun Ran Really Has Good Fortune!

Chapter 966: Chapter 962: Yun Ran Really Has Good Fortune!

"Mr. Long, your Jade is glowing. Does it mean that some evil is present here?"

Someone with sharp eyes noticed the Jade glowing on Dragon Spirit’s body, which was evidently a superior Magic Artifact.

So he naturally assumed it was a Magic Artifact capable of identifying evils.

Hearing this, everyone turned their attention, their eyes filled with intense curiosity.

Dragon Spirit: ...

Previously, when working with Yun Ran or the people from the Special Administration Bureau, this discomfort was absent.

These people’s gazes felt greedy.

Indeed, people are judged by comparison.

Mo Zhi realized she had attracted others’ attention and immediately quieted down, lest she be discovered.

Dragon Spirit placed a hand over the Jade, and it immediately returned to its original state.

"This Jade is a Magic Artifact for detecting environmental changes. The temperature and atmosphere around here shifted, so it reacted, but there’s no major issue."

Dragon Spirit’s casual demeanor left the others somewhat disappointed.

They thought they had quickly found some evils.

Looks like they were overthinking; if evils were so easy to catch, they wouldn’t be so passive. Ah!

Once everyone’s gaze shifted away, Dragon Spirit turned to look at the Jade.

[What’s the matter?]

Mo Zhi felt a bit embarrassed, realizing her mistake almost exposed her, but luckily, the Dragon King’s prestige was imposing.

Otherwise, dispelling their curiosity with just a few words would have been really hard.

[Dragon King, I’ve discovered a place ahead sealed with Dead Yin Qi, someone is nurturing little things here~]

Following Mo Zhi’s direction, Dragon Spirit looked over.

Uh... it’s a bit awkward; he couldn’t see a thing.

It’s not a lack of ability, but the opponent indeed had skill in concealing the area thoroughly.

Mo Zhi was on the verge of advancing to become the Ghost Emperor, which in the Ghost World, would make her a formidable figure.

If she could sense Dead Yin Qi incorrectly, it would be a wasted effort on her part.

Dragon Spirit, being quite a noticeable individual, couldn’t leave the group covertly to check.

Moreover, he was the focal point of this group, attracting attention with every move.

If not careful, all his prior efforts would be in vain.

Dragon Spirit glanced at the Little Paperman.

The Little Paperman understood instantly and vanished in a blink, swift enough that the rest didn’t even see it.

The pathfinder walking ahead had already stopped.

He checked the direction up the mountain, fiddling with the Compass and some odd objects.

"Let’s set up camp here for tonight and head up the mountain tomorrow," he said.

Someone questioned.

"It’s not even dark yet; if we keep climbing, we’ll cover some ground for tomorrow."

The leader took out the Compass and something resembling an hourglass which was originally white, turning red after a while.

Despite the doubts, the leader remained calm, explaining patiently, "It’ll rain heavily on the mountain later. While there are camping spots on the mountain, if it rains, the paths will become treacherous."

Hearing this, the others didn’t have further objections.

They each started getting busy.

Dragon Spirit maintained a composed demeanor, scanning around, his gaze suggesting he was here to handle challenging tasks.

Overall, he portrayed a very reliable image.

While setting up tents, a few people chatted softly, "Have you seen Mr. Long in action?"

"No, have you seen it before?"

"Of course, you wouldn’t believe how impressive Mr. Long is. When the Evil Ghost tried to harm Elder Qiu and the others, Mr. Long just waved his hand, and the Evil Ghost was sent flying far away, looking miserably battered. With him around, we’re definitely safe this time!"

"I’ve heard that Mr. Long is likely a master from a Hidden Clan!"

...

In reality, Dragon Spirit’s demeanor as a master was obviously a facade.

He was investigating the area, wondering what special characteristic it held that allowed the Dead Yin Qi to be gathered together.

Of course, he was more curious about what kind of creature could be nourished by such a quantity of Dead Yin Qi.

The Little Paperman returned just then.

It carefully avoided others, finding its way back to Dragon Spirit’s side.

Its face filled with excitement and gossip, "Dragon King, guess what’s buried down there?"

Dragon Spirit and the Little Paperman had long developed a rapport; seeing its expression, he knew the Little Paperman had discovered something significant.

He was about to speak when someone approached, "Mr. Long, the tent is ready for you to rest."

Dragon Spirit looked at the tent set up not far away and nodded slightly.

Once inside the tent, the Little Paperman was finally free to show itself, it sat on the makeshift table.

It grabbed a nearby fruit and started peeling it.

No wonder the Little Paperman was so perceptive; it had been trained by Ginsengfruit.

Being a reliable assistant to the owner, it needed not only capability but also awareness.

With deft hands, the Little Paperman peeled the fruit, habitually arranged it on a plate, and placed it in front of Dragon Spirit.

Once done, it realized the person opposite wasn’t its master but Dragon Spirit.

But having done the work, it couldn’t go to waste.

The Little Paperman grinned warmly and served the fruit plate to Dragon Spirit, "Please enjoy, Dragon King~"

Mo Zhi wanted to come out too, but her current aura was so strong that if she appeared, the temperature could drop several degrees.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, she only poked her head out.

Dragon Spirit and the Little Paperman were long used to Mo Zhi’s sneaky behavior.

If anyone else saw Mo Zhi like this now, they’d be genuinely scared to death.

Dragon Spirit looked at the neatly arranged fruit plate before him, experiencing a taste of Yun Ran’s previous lifestyle.

He couldn’t help thinking to himself, "Yun Ran is truly blessed!"

He took a piece and glanced at the Little Paperman, his gaze noticeably more friendly than before.

"What, exactly, is nourished by the Dead Yin Qi?"

Mentioning this, the Little Paperman’s energy rose instantly, it lowered its voice mysteriously, "A Double-headed Resentful Snake is reared below!

Its eyes are red and spooky!"