Before long, Xia Xiuying returned. She carried a basket in her left hand, filled with pork and vegetables, and held a pot in her right hand. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she asked Xia Zhihuai to bring the things from the car.
They had bought pots, bowls, and utensils because they would be cooking in the old house.
Wandering alongside Xia Zhihuai to fetch the items from the car, Wanwan suddenly turned her head towards the end of the village.
Xia Zhihuai closed the car door and noticed that she stood still, holding the basin. He followed her gaze and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Well…” Wanwan wasn’t entirely sure. “I just felt a trace of Yin energy, but now I can’t find it.”
“Could it be Huang Xikong?”
Wanwan decisively shook her head. “It’s not Uncle Huang. I remember his aura.”
“Alright, after we finish tidying up the house this afternoon, I’ll take you out for a walk. We’ll stay in the old house tonight.”