Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Dispel the Evil Spirit (15)
The car screeched to a halt, and a number of people squeezed on.

The empty seats at the back were filled in an instant, and Chuzheng floated to the side to avoid being sat upon.

With so many people around, Xia Han didn’t dare to speak, so he could only quietly signal Chuzheng to sit on his lap.

Chuzheng gave him a look, turned, and floated out of the car, leisurely following outside the vehicle.

Xia Han pressed his face against the window, wondering why Little Beauty wouldn’t sit since his lap was so warm.

The car stopped at Taokong Mountain, which also counted as a scenic spot. Quite a few people came here specifically to seek the Taoist of Taokong Mountain, and many disembarked here.

Senior Brother Changbian and the others had almost all left. He turned and called out to Xia Han, “Where’s the card that Mr. Jhiang gave you?”

The young man blinked, “Senior Brother, this is what Mr. Jhiang gave to me.”

Senior Brother Changbian frowned slightly, thought for a while, but didn’t go as far as his other brothers, “Then keep it safe.”

“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Xia Han grabbed Chuzheng, who was about to push Senior Brother Changbian away.

Senior Brother Changbian walked away quickly, and it didn’t take long for Xia Han to fall behind.

“You’re softhearted?”

Xia Han shook his head, “No, I don’t want them to find out about your existence, they will deal with you.”

Chuzheng withdrew her hand, stuffing it back into her pocket, “They can’t beat me.”

“Yeah yeah, Little Beauty is the most awesome.” Xia Han blindly adored her for a while, leading Chuzheng down another less crowded path.

“Little Beauty, will you always follow me?”

“No.”

Xia Han felt disappointed, but thinking that Taokong Mountain wasn’t safe either, he said, “When I miss you, will you come?”

Chuzheng: “…” I have to come, even if I don’t want to. Do I even get a choice? I so want to get rid of him!

“If I miss you, how should I contact you?” Xia Han asked again.

“Cellphone.”

“Huh? Is that possible?”

“Yes.”

Chuzheng made him save her number.

“Don’t think of me if it’s not necessary.” She didn’t want to be summoned for no reason; even the Divine Dragon had to be summoned with seven dragon balls! Why should she appear just because this weakling thinks of her?

“Why?”

“No reason, but if you dare to think randomly, I will… break your legs.”

Xia Han: “…”

Even when Little Beauty is fierce, she looks so cute.

Chuzheng had no idea what Xia Han was foolishly thinking about as she stoically escorted him back up the mountain.

The Evil Ghost was still in Xia Han’s yard, dodging away like smoke when Chuzheng appeared.

Chuzheng stayed on the mountain for two days to ensure that no one was troubling her before she left Taokong Mountain.

Back in Dongfu City, the latest news in the city was about Mr. Jhiang.

Mr. Jhiang admitted to having killed someone, and was now under criminal detention for investigation.

With Mr. Jhiang in trouble, his company was bound to have issues too.

Murong Yi, having been valued by Mr. Jhiang, wouldn’t be trusted by his successor.

Murong Yi was badly squeezed out at work, and with his spirits already low from being scared by Chuzheng, he frequently made mistakes and eventually decided to resign.

After resigning, Murong Yi didn’t know where he found a Taoist to perform rituals at his home for several days.

The Taoist sold them a bunch of items, but as Chuzheng tested them, they appeared to be fake—since she couldn’t feel anything.

The Taoist in the memories of the original owner was likely found by Murong Yi after many previous deceits.

Chuzheng stirred up a little trouble for Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue, which resulted in the Taoist being called back.

The Taoist wasn’t particularly skilled, but his rituals were impressive.

“You all should leave, I’ll do the ritual alone,” said the Taoist with an air of superiority.

“Okay, okay, Daoist, you must catch this female ghost,” said Murong Yi and Tang Yiyue as they left the room.

The Taoist tugged at his robe, fanning himself.

“It’s killing me, it’s so hot.”

A fan was handed over from the side. The Taoist instinctively took it and even remembered to say thanks, “Thank you.”

After a couple of fans, the Taoist felt something was off.

There’s no one in the room!

Where did the fan come from?

The Taoist’s entire body broke out in sweat as he stiffly turned around.

The once empty room was now occupied by a girl with a lovely face.

And this girl was the very one that family had shown him a picture of.

However, compared to the girl in the photo, who had a blossom-like smile, the one standing before him now had a pale and icy countenance, which sent shivers down one’s spine just by looking at her.

He had really seen a ghost!

Oh my God!

Help me!!

“Ghost, ghost…”

Chuzheng held up her index finger to her lips.

“Do you want to be rich?”

The Taoist couldn’t understand why he couldn’t scream, as sweat streamed down his face and his legs trembled violently.

He swallowed hard, “I… I… I’m just a con artist, I don’t know anything, the wronged have their claimants, go find them.”

“Do you want to be rich?” Chuzheng repeated.

The Taoist: “…” It was his first time seeing a ghost, and he was terrified. Was this some kind of procedure?

Or might a wrong answer provoke her?

The Taoist thought of running, but then realized the door was behind Chuzheng.

“I… I do.” If he didn’t want to be rich, why would he be a con artist?

Better to go along with this female ghost and look for a chance to escape.

Chuzheng: “I’ll give you a chance to become rich.”

The Taoist: “…”

–

Outside the room, Murong Yi comforted Tang Yiyue with an embrace.

“Husband, do you really think she has come back?”

Tang Yiyue’s eyes were bloodshot; she hadn’t slept well for many days.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she could see those wide-open eyes staring back.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, haven’t we invited the Taoist master?” Murong Yi himself was not sure at all.

“Is he up to it?”

“If he isn’t, we’ll find someone even more powerful.”

Click…

The room door opened, and the neatly-dressed Taoist, exuding an air of a master, walked out from the inside.

“Taoist master, how did it go?”

The Taoist touched his fake beard, said in a deep voice, “I’ve taken care of everything, you can rest easy.”

“However…”

“Taoist master, however what?”

The Taoist made a show of walking around the room, “This house of yours… no good, no good, full of ominous yin energy, it could affect your career and wealth…”

The Taoist rattled on with ridiculous claims.

Murong Yi, thinking about his recent work, began to believe it somewhat.

Having said this, the Taoist then got up to leave, declining payment, claiming they were destined people and he couldn’t accept money.

With such a gesture, Murong Yi believed him a bit more.

After all, what kind of con artist doesn’t want money?

The Taoist left the housing estate and immediately turned the corner into a deserted alley.

The Taoist gazed into the void, “I did everything you told me to, where’s the money?”

He couldn’t see Chuzheng now.

Several bundles of money fell from the sky, and the Taoist’s eyes brightened, there really was money!

He picked it up, checked it back and forth to make sure it was real, and hurried to deposit it in the bank.

Only by doing this could he be reassured, after all, the other party was a ghost, who knew if they had any special tricks.

The Taoist returned to the deserted corner once more, “What’s next?”

Chuzheng revealed herself, sitting on the low wall beside him, looking down at the Taoist, “Find them a haunted house.”

“…” The Taoist said, “They are not fools, why would they buy it?”

A haunted house would always have rumors, and one inquiry would reveal the truth.

“Then make sure they don’t find out it’s haunted.”

Chuzheng disappeared in front of the Taoist.

The Taoist called out in a hurry, “I don’t harm people!!”

He sought wealth, not death.