Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1145 - 1141: An Accidental Encounter

Xiao Yue turned her head at the sound, only to see a young, fashionably dressed woman standing behind her, with a curious look in her eyes.

Seeing Xiao Yue looking over, the woman asked curiously, "Are you an immortal?"

"No, I’m just like you," Xiao Yue answered calmly.

Upon hearing this, the woman’s face immediately wore an expression of "I didn’t read much, don’t try to fool me."

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner hanging in the sky, blocking out the sun, and the little figures darting in and out of the incense clouds, such a scene was right in front of her eyes. Was Xiao Yue thinking she was blind?

Yet, even though she was grumbling in her heart, she didn’t dare to ask out loud or outright refute, and only swallowed her saliva quietly.

Calming herself, the woman took a deep breath and lowered her posture: "I don’t know how I should address you?"

"My name is Yin Xingyue, you can call me Xiao Yue," Xiao Yue said.

"Uh..."

The woman was momentarily at a loss for words, muttering to herself how unimpressive this introduction was.

Logically, there should be a respectful title, something like Divine Envoy or Dragon Palace Attendant. At the very least, it should be some Immortal Official, not just a plain name, and Xiao Yue at that?

These two ordinary words seemed as common as a girl on the streets and stood in stark contrast to the scene of incense swirling and the Soul Banner hanging in the sky.

Dazed for only a moment, the woman immediately smiled and responded, "My name is Han Qiaoqi, you can call me Little Han."

She looked gentle and sweet with a charming appearance, yet her character was extraordinarily cheerful and a bit sly.

"Little Han?"

Xiao Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, looking surprised. Judging by her appearance, she was much older than Xiao Yue, and yet she had the nerve to let her call her Little Han?

"Yes."

Han Qiaoqi replied crisply, showing not an ounce of nervousness.

Xiao Yue: ...

In all her life, she had never met such a self-assured person and was momentarily unsure how to react, choosing instead to remain silent.

Seeing that Xiao Yue didn’t object, Han Qiaoqi grew bolder and eagerly said, "Did the Immortal Lord come to the Dragon King Temple for a specific purpose? If there is anything I can help with, please feel free to tell me, I’ll do my best."

"I said I’m not an immortal... um..." Xiao Yue was about to reaffirm her previous statement but suddenly stopped.

Shen Siyuan had appointed her as the Inspection Envoy of the Qiongzhou Netherworld, so saying she was an immortal didn’t seem wrong; after all, ghost gods were gods too.

Seeing Xiao Yue suddenly tongue-tied, Han Qiaoqi’s smile grew even brighter as if discovering something remarkable.

"I’m quite familiar with this Dragon King Temple," she said, patting her chest, "In life, I often came here to pray for blessings, and after death, I stayed here for a long time. I’m intimately familiar with every plant and tree in this temple. If you’d like a tour, I can be your guide."

"I’m just wandering around, nothing special," Xiao Yue replied helplessly.

"Then I definitely must accompany you."

Before Xiao Yue could decline, Han Qiaoqi had already swiftly moved ahead, naturally taking on the role of guide. She began her introduction, "Under our feet is the Dragon King Temple, the site within the Scenic Zone famous for its Taoist charm and dragon culture..."

"The so-called dragon culture takes the dragon as the core totem, fusing the natural worship, ancestor worship, and blessing beliefs of our Chinese ancestors. It’s also one of our nation’s core cultural symbols..."

Initially, Xiao Yue was somewhat annoyed by this imposed enthusiasm, but as she listened on, she gradually became engrossed.

Han Qiaoqi not only knew the history and anecdotes of the Dragon King Temple but could effortlessly recount the local customs, history, and folklore of Qiong Province. She could narrate various obscure anecdotes and folk tales with impeccable accuracy.

Xiao Yue, who had always favored reading, was particularly interested in these forgotten stories. Han Qiaoqi’s narration precisely struck her fancy.

The previously cold expression on her face unwittingly softened, and she began to talk more, occasionally asking questions in tune with Han Qiaoqi’s stories. Their conversation flowed naturally, like old friends reuniting after many years.

One had to admit, this Han Qiaoqi was indeed quite impressive.

At this moment, Dou Dou descended from above.

The little one knew that although the incense was good, it shouldn’t be consumed excessively.

However, having just absorbed incense, Dou Dou’s soul power increased, and his face was glowing, brimming with energy.

"Sister Xiao Yue, hmm... who is she?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Dou Dou curiously sized up Han Qiaoqi.

"Hello, I’m Han Qiaoqi, you can call me Little Han." Han Qiaoqi smiled and waved, trying to appear as friendly as possible.

Hearing her, Xiao Yue glanced at her, wondering how she had the audacity to even have Dou Dou call her Little Han.

However, Dou Dou seemed not to notice and instead introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Dou Dou. What are you guys up to?"

"Oh, I’m introducing the Dragon King Temple to Lord Xiao Yue," Han Qiaoqi said.

"Lord Xiao Yue? Hehe... Lord Xiao Yue..." Dou Dou suddenly laughed upon hearing this.

Xiao Yue hadn’t thought much of it initially, but with Dou Dou’s laughter, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

Xiao Yue: →_→

"Is that funny?" Xiao Yue coldly retorted.

Dou Dou shivered, then quietly said, "She called you Lao Da."

"She said Lord, not Lao Da." Xiao Yue suppressed her anger and said.

"Is there a difference?" Dou Dou asked.

"Isn’t there?" Xiao Yue replied.

"Well... there’s no difference, hehe, Sister Xiao Yue, I was just teasing you." Seeing Xiao Yue clench her fists, Dou Dou quickly changed his tone and refrained from insisting.

Han Qiaoqi watched from the side, struggling hard to stifle her laughter.

Dou Dou’s eyes swept over her, noticing her slightly upturned mouth, and immediately said unhappily, "Are you laughing?"

"No, no." Han Qiaoqi quickly waved her hands, afraid of offending the Little Immortal before her.

After all, the younger they are, the more fearsome and unreasonable they can be.

When a child gets angry, they won’t listen to your reasoning.

"But I saw the corner of your mouth like this."

Dou Dou mimicked her smile.

Han Qiaoqi was immediately amused by her cute demeanor.

"Oh, you said you weren’t laughing, but I caught you." Dou Dou said angrily.

"Are you laughing at me, thinking I’m afraid of Sister Xiao Yue?" Dou Dou asked, hands on hips, staring with round eyes.

"No, no, I just think you’re very cute." Han Qiaoqi quickly clarified.

"Heh~"

The little one who had just been angry immediately brightened up like the morning sun in March.

"I know, I’m very cute."

Han Qiaoqi: ...

"Don’t mind her, let’s keep moving."

Seeing her silly appearance, Xiao Yue couldn’t bear it anymore.

"Oh, okay." Han Qiaoqi quickly went ahead to lead the way.

"Wait for me, I want to go with you." Dou Dou hurriedly chased after them with his little short legs.

"Sister, where are you going?"

Dou Dou didn’t ask Xiao Yue but pursued Han Qiaoqi with the question, though her eyes kept darting towards Xiao Yue, who ignored it, pretending not to see.

Hearing her call her sister, Han Qiaoqi was both panicked and delighted.

"We’re just strolling around, enjoying the scenery," Han Qiaoqi said.

"What’s there to see here?" Dou Dou couldn’t understand at all.

There are no slides, no seesaws, and no sandpits here...

Really can’t understand...