Chapter 1371: Fantasy Antique Shop Part‑Time Work Log 05

The next day.

Jin Chen opened the third-floor window, joined his two fingers to make a gesture, and closed the window a few seconds later.

That little girl yesterday had such heavy yin energy, and that talisman hasn't even been used yet—looks like there's no big problem.

They now live in a three-entry, three-exit ancient courtyard that Ying Wu Shu inherited; with many fallen leaves in autumn, the courtyard is actually suitable for training.

Of course, Jin Chen isn't that diligent.

When he went downstairs, he happened to see Ying Wu Shu coming out of the study, and they exchanged morning greetings.

"You didn't sleep last night?"

Jin Chen glanced at the half-open study door, his brow slightly furrowed.

Ying Wu Shu let out an 'ah', then after a moment shook his head and smiled lightly, "I got up early; it's almost nine now."

Jin Chen: "..."

"What's wrong with nine o'clock! Is it that late!"

"Hmm."

Just as Jin Chen was about to leave, Ying Wu Shu called out to him again, "By the way, could you help me look at these talismans?"

"I haven't really seen these before, and I don't know how to use them—I'm afraid I didn't draw them well."

As Ying Wu Shu raised his hand, his cuff still smelled of ink, and the corners of his eyes and brows were full of anticipation.

Jin Chen took them accordingly, glanced over each one with interest, and suddenly let out a light laugh.

"Copying a cat to draw a tiger."

Ying Wu Shu blinked, momentarily unsure of the meaning, "Does it mean I didn't draw it well?"

Jin Chen leaned in, his fingertip touching the lower three strokes of the Slaying Ghost Talisman, "This here is the ancestral command passed down from the patriarch; you should write the patriarch enshrined by the Ying family."

Ying Wu Shu suddenly understood, "Oh… no wonder I can't feel any spiritual energy on this talisman."

"Then which patriarch's ancestral command is on this talisman?"

Jin Chen fixed his gaze on him, his low voice still carrying a smile, "My family's."

Ying Wu Shu: "..."

He blinked lightly, only then realizing how wildly mistaken he was, his ears turning red.

"Sorry, I should have asked you first."

"Besides this one, the rest are high-grade talismans." Jin Chen raised an eyebrow and returned the talisman paper to him.

"Boss Ying truly enjoys the patriarch's blessings, with complete wisdom roots."

Such praise, Ying Wu Shu had often heard from his grandfather during his cultivation, but receiving approval from a professional truly feels different.

"These talismans you don't know—do you want to learn them?"

Ying Wu Shu lifted his eyes, his handsome brows and eyes full of surprise, "What do you mean?"

Jin Chen nodded, "I can teach you."

"But you said these talismans are family‑passed ancestral commands—won't there be rules forbidding outsiders from learning them…"

"No, just follow along."

Jin Chen turned and walked toward the courtyard, his black combat attire neat; just looking at his back, one could feel his sharp, oppressive presence.

Ying Wu Shu withdrew his gaze, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly, not showing it outwardly, and stepped forward to follow.

Yesterday he still seemed cold, but now he appears quite warm‑hearted, completely unlike the impression he had of a scion from a great clan.

The autumn wind was bleak, leaves covered the courtyard, and stepping on them made a rustling sound.

Today the temperature dropped; Ying Wu Shu wore a thin sweater under his blue clothing, but his palms remained icy cold.

Teaching the use of talismans inevitably involves bodily contact.

Jin Chen stood behind Ying Wu Shu, correcting his gesture; the warmth from his fingertips transmitted to Ying Wu Shu's hand back.

Ying Wu Shu was not used to it, instinctively trembling slightly, as if scorched by the hot temperature.

Jin Chen, too… his physique is just too excellent.

Ying Wu Shu inexplicably felt a twinge of envy.

"Don't get distracted."

The magnetic voice in his ear made Ying Wu Shu quickly focus, and he gave a light cough to stop his thoughts from wandering.

"Sorry."

So much so that he didn't notice the rippling smile in the eyes of the person behind him.

Ying Wu Shu picked it up quickly; after wasting three or four talisman papers, he became proficient in coordinating with the heart technique.

"Very impressive."

Jin Chen saw the spiritual energy stirred in the air; his words of praise, as if rolled on the tongue, made Ying Wu Shu feel his ears heat up as he listened.

Ying Wu Shu had just learned half of the heart technique when he suddenly heard Luo Qiu's anguished shout.

"Wu Shu!!!"

Luo Qiu rushed into the courtyard clutching an unknown object in his arms, brows furrowed in distress, shouting, "He eats too much… the box of chocolate I just opened—gone!"

As he complained, Jin Chen realized that the unidentified lump was Ling Gun Gun, its face smeared with chocolate sauce.

【Host!!】

Ling Gun Gun howled and lunged to throw himself into his arms.

Jin Chen: "..."

He hurriedly stopped him, instead holding him by the neck with one hand and shaking him, "You're a pig—how can you eat like that even with paws?"

"... howl."

【It melted too fast! I was eating in a hurry!】

Justified and confident!

Ling Gun Gun struggled, kicking its legs, trying to break free of the shackles on its neck—obviously failed.

"... Ah!"

It kicked again with its hind legs, claws reaching for Ying Wu Shu's arm, voice sounding pitiful.

Main God, save me!

Ying Wu Shu heard a hint of a plea for help, touched the remaining white fur on his head, and smiled: "We should go take a bath."

Jin Chen nodded coldly, "Leave it to me."

No way!! I'm doomed!

Ling Gun Gun struggled even more happily.

Ying Wu Shu hesitated, looking at Jin Chen, "You... go easy on it."

Jin Chen: "......"

He quietly seized Ling Gun Gun's tattling claw, didn't refuse, and said, "Good."

He casually pulled out a magic treasure and threw it to Lu Qiu, "Meal expenses, it's his."

Lu Qiu: "...... Wow!"

Chocolate is nothing!

Only a magic treasure is truly useful!

Don't worry! My room's snack supply is ample; feel free to come over and eat anytime!

Ah ah ah!

Ling Gun Gun responded happily.

Jin Chen's brow twitched as he carried a dingy gray lump into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Ying Wu Shu and Lu Qiu outside the courtyard heard a heart-rending howl.

Lu Qiu broke into a sweat, "Is it really okay to treat a divine beast like this?"

That's their current money-making treasure!

Lu Qiu looked toward Ying Wu Shu, bumped shoulders with him, and asked, "What are you grinning about? Just because Jin Chen praised you earlier?"

He hissed and scratched his head.

He said you're a genius, but you've been called a genius by many—could his praise have some other meaning?

"What are you talking about? I'm happy to have learned a new skill." Ying Wu Shu explained, a faint pleasure flickering at his brow.

I was just saying, but... this great hero is really impressive—getting an employee for free who can also learn magic, a double win.

Lu Qiu nodded to himself, "You two are really destined to meet."

Unlike him, when he goes out to save someone he almost incurs a karmic debt, but fortunately that rich second-generation couldn't find where he lives.

After Ling Gun Gun is cleaned up again and its fur is dried, it's time to go to Pure Spirit Crossing for work.

But just before leaving, Ying Wu Shu suddenly felt a scorching heat in his palm, unbearable.

He frowned solemnly, raised his hand to examine the lines on his palm, while his left hand hung at his side, calculating.

Something seems to have happened—it's that girl from yesterday.

Jin Chen hummed in doubt.

The talisman I gave her can block one strike from a ghost; she hasn't used it—could she have lost it?

Ying Wu Shu: "We need to go check it out."

Lu Qiu raised his hand, "I remember the hospital she mentioned yesterday!"