Zheng Xinyu's wife sat aside, watching him dawdle, feeling very anxious. She spoke up for him:
"Xiaoyu! I heard people say... you saw that Xinyu's forehead... has a black aura. What's going on?"
Wu Xiaoyu heard her mention it and stared again at Zheng Xinyu's forehead. The black aura was even thicker, with a hint of a sinister atmosphere.
Zheng Xinyu felt uneasy under his gaze but dared not move, fearing it would affect him.
"How is it? What's the situation?" Zheng Xinyu's wife eagerly asked.
Although Wu Xiaoyu had the heart to exterminate demons and uphold the way, he couldn't understand this black aura, so he dared not speak recklessly. He asked, "Have either of you visited any Taoist or monk?"
"Yes! When Qi'er escaped danger that day, I hurriedly found someone, but they didn't see anything unusual!" Zheng Xinyu's wife replied.
Wu Xiaoyu knew people of their status would avoid discussing these issues. Besides, he couldn't figure it out for now, so he prepared to refuse.
