Chapter 10

Click!

Zhou Xu turned on the light.

He discovered a little girl standing behind him.

She was wearing a white dress, with two buns on her head, and a small cross-body bag.

It was pink.

It was the little girl who had asked for directions in the afternoon.

She was quite cute, about eight or nine years old.

"How did you get in?" Zhou Xu asked curiously.

He was on the third floor, so it shouldn't be easy to get in.

Jumping in from the window would be too conspicuous.

"Didn't you want to ask who I am?" The little girl asked, looking at the winter jujubes in Zhou Xu's hand.

Zhou Xu glanced at the winter jujubes in his hand and handed them over.

After the winter jujubes were taken by the other side, he said:

"Even if you tell me, I wouldn't know who you are.

So, how did you get in?"

"If you don't know who I am, shouldn't you ask what my purpose is for coming in?

Also, these jujubes aren't fresh." The little girl took a bite of the winter jujube, somewhat disdainfully.

Zhou Xu: "..."

Does she not understand human language?

"You should go to other houses; they might have fresh fruit." Zhou Xu went to the door, opened it, and gave her the order to leave.

The little girl came to the door and closed it, saying:

"I came to find you. I can't leave for now; there are some things I need to explain to you.

Unless you tell me you don't live here."

"Practitioner?" Zhou Xu asked, looking at the little girl.

He remembered the events of the day, and he had never seen this little girl before.

Suddenly coming to find him must mean that his identity had been discovered by the cultivation world.

This would explain that the little girl was most likely a practitioner.

Her strength was also considerable.

"Seventh Rank Fighter." The little girl said to Zhou Xu with some pride.

The highest rank of the lower three ranks, one rank higher than Qiu Qian.

But she looked younger than Qiu Qian.

Was it talent?

Zhou Xu didn't understand this, but a Seventh Rank Fighter could destroy his home.

Having a practitioner at home was really troublesome.

The little girl came to the counter and looked at the photos on it, asking:

"Is this you with your parents?"

Zhou Xu looked over; it was a photo of him with his parents.

Taken when he was a child, probably around seven or eight years old, at a park in front of a tree.

That tree was planted for him.

In the photo, he stood in front of his parents, smiling somewhat foolishly.

Behind him was a sturdy man and a woman in simple clothing.

Neither of them stood out.

They looked like an ordinary family, not some great evil master.

"Yes, my parents." Zhou Xu nodded.

He still didn't know how this person got in, and she completely ignored his question.

He looked around; the windows were intact, and the walls were fine.

The little girl lowered her head and searched in her small cross-body bag, then took out a photo the same size as the one on Zhou Xu's counter.

She placed it on the counter.

How did she take it out? Zhou Xu glanced at the bag, somewhat puzzled.

But she was a practitioner, so it wasn't surprising.

He looked at the photo; there were also three people in it.

In the middle was the little girl, with an innocent smile.

Behind her stood a man and a woman. The man wore a black robe, looking majestic and awe-inspiring, with a natural air of authority.

The woman wore a white dress, with a graceful figure and a stunning beauty, touching the little girl's head with a smile in her eyes.

Behind them was a large tree.

"These are my parents." The little girl pointed to the man and woman in her photo.

Zhou Xu: "... Are you trying to belittle my parents?"

He would find a chance to throw this person's photo in the trash to vent for his parents.

The little girl looked at Zhou Xu and then pointed to the child in his photo:

"You, Zhou Xu."

"Yes, that's me." Zhou Xu nodded.

Knowing his name didn't surprise him.

Qiu Qian also knew it.

Then the little girl pointed to herself in the photo next to it:

"I, Zhou Ningyue."

Seeing Zhou Xu's confusion, she pointed to the man in her photo:

"My father, your father."

"Your mother, my mother." She then pointed to the woman in Zhou Xu's photo.

Zhou Xu was stunned for a moment.

Then he pointed at the two photos, somewhat incredulously:

"Your meaning is, my father is your father, and your mother is my mother?"

Zhou Ningyue nodded.

Zhou Xu looked at the two photos, feeling somewhat hesitant to believe it.

Did his parents get plastic surgery later?

And when did they have another daughter?

"So, you're my sister?" Zhou Xu focused his gaze on Zhou Ningyue.

Having a younger sister seemed pretty good.

When he was a child, he had asked his parents for an older brother to help him with his homework, but they didn't agree.

"Not a sister." Zhou Ningyue, eating the winter jujubes, said seriously:

"I'm your older sister, I'm a few years older than you."

Zhou Xu: "..."

He looked at the photos and realized it wasn't that his parents had plastic surgery, but that time was a ruthless butcher.

It was quite ruthless.

Putting the photos back, Zhou Xu stared at Zhou Ningyue:

"Are you lying to me?

How can you look only eight or nine years old if you're older than me?

By the way, how did you get in?"

"My mother gave me the key." Zhou Ningyue took out a set of keys from her small bag and also took out a map:

"The map was also given to me by my mother."

Out of curiosity, Zhou Xu took the map and looked at it.

It was drawn in great detail, with the directions clearly marked.

He was indeed a bit directionally challenged.

Then he took out his phone and called his mother.

What was the point of asking Zhou Ningyue?

Of course, it was better to directly confirm with his mother, which would clear up all the questions.

"Are you already out of living expenses?" This was the first thing Liu Nansi said when she answered the call.

"Mom, I found a job. I just have a small question." Zhou Xu looked at Zhou Ningyue, who was looking for something to eat in the fridge, and asked softly into the phone:

"Mom, do I have a sister?"

"No." Liu Nansi directly denied it, but then quickly said something that left Zhou Xu speechless:

"You have an older sister, who should be coming to find you.

Now that more people know about you, it's safer for your sister to live with you.

If you want to practice, you can ask your sister.

Any other questions?

If not, I need to tidy up and close the shop.

By the way, how's your chat with Qiu Qian? Did you call her today?"

"Mom, you're busy, I'll hang up." Zhou Xu hung up the phone directly.

Qiu Qian...

He couldn't even contact her.

He would talk to his mother about it when he had the chance.

"Do you believe I'm your sister now?" Zhou Ningyue stood by the fridge, eating the winter jujubes and looking at Zhou Xu.

"I can't believe it." Zhou Xu shook his head.

Who would believe that an eight or nine-year-old girl was their older sister?

"Is the reason you're so short because you can't grow up?" Zhou Xu asked curiously.

"Aren't you still not believing I'm your sister?"

"Believing and calling are two different things."

"Because of the cultivation technique." Zhou Ningyue sat down on a chair at the dining table and said:

"The cultivation technique I practice is a bit strange. Each rank is a cycle.

From eight to eighteen years old, it cycles through.

At the eighth rank, I start from eighteen and regress. Now at the seventh rank, I'm exactly eight.

When I reach the sixth rank in the middle three ranks, I'll be eighteen again."

"Child of Tian Shan, the Eight Desolates and Six Directions Supreme Technique?" Zhou Xu was quite shocked.

He had learned it but didn't master it.

Back then, he thought that if he could master it, he could achieve immortality.

"It's the Nine Transcendences Bright Spirit Technique, yes." Zhou Ningyue looked at Zhou Xu with big eyes and said seriously:

"Qiu Qian told me that you often go to talk with girls all night?

For five hundred yuan a night."