Wang Yunxiao said in a deep voice, "I'm not trying to cause you trouble, and you shouldn't create trouble for yourself either."
Old Third Ding looked helpless and could only turn around to prepare.
Staying at Old Third Ding's house, watching him knock around and make a fuss for a good half hour, he finally finished preparing. Old Third Ding inserted three lit sticks of sandalwood into the incense burner, bit his fingertip to draw a symbol with blood, and muttered words under his breath.
However, after a long time, there was no reaction, and Old Third Ding's expression changed slightly.
"My lord, please forgive me, perhaps the timing is wrong. You see, the sun hasn't set yet, and these spirits usually don't want to come out."
"Try again after the sun sets."
Wang Yunxiao knew he was right, so he didn't make things difficult for him.
After leaving Old Third Ding's house, Wang Yunxiao went to Cui Xiaoying's house.
