Uncle Nine: I Flicked Xiaoqing Away, and Xiaoqian Offered Me a Handkerchief

In the rear hall of Lanruo Temple, the Tree Demon Granny lashes out with a branch and knocks Little Qing to the ground. Nie Xiaoqian kneels and begs for mercy, accepting the task of bringing me to heel. She flies out of the temple gates, still crying, and wipes her tears, only to find her sleeve empty. Somehow, her handkerchief has ended up in my hand. Leaning in the shadows by a corridor pillar, I watch her look up through her sobs. “Young master, hurry and leave. This place is haunted.”