Chapter 55: Expelling the Evil Spirit
He Chen had initially assumed that a "master" would surely be an elderly person, or at the very least, a middle-aged man. Never had he expected it to be a teenager who looked like a middle school student—and in fact, he was a middle school student, as evidenced by the schoolbag on his back.
"Apologies for my rudeness, young friend." Despite his surprise and some lingering doubts, He Chen still trusted his friend's judgment and spoke politely.
Mu Lichuan, having once been a businessman, was well-versed in formalities. "Alright, let me put down my bag, and then I’ll go with you to take a look." Though it was already evening, he still intended to cultivate later. Besides, he had school the next day, and it was best not to disrupt his daily routine.
Seeing the young man’s attitude, He Chen’s impression of him improved significantly. Some so-called "masters" had no real skills but carried themselves with unbearable arrogance.
"Let’s go directly to your home first," Mu Lichuan suggested after hearing the full account. He didn’t think it was an issue with the construction—more likely, they had unwittingly provoked something. "Or are you a local, Mr. He? Should we check your ancestral home instead?"
In his opinion, the ancestral home was the better option. Modern apartments often obscured many things that could be detected in older dwellings.
"Our ancestral home isn’t in the capital, it’s in Lingchuan City, the neighboring province," He Chen explained slowly.
Mu Lichuan nodded in understanding. "Then let’s check your current residence first." He wasn’t a feng shui master, but if the yin energy in their home was too strong, he’d need talismans. Luckily, he had been practicing crafting protective, water-warding, and yin-dispelling talismans. This would be a good opportunity to test them out.
"Here, take this protective talisman. Have your family wear it." He didn’t possess clairvoyance, but judging by the middle-aged man’s demeanor, trouble had likely already struck.
"Thank you." He Chen examined the yellow talisman. Though he couldn’t discern anything special about it, keeping it close for safety’s sake couldn’t hurt.
He Chen lived in the southern district of the capital, an area filled with high-end villas. Unlike Mu Lichuan’s neighborhood, most residents here were outsiders who had come to the capital to make their fortune and had achieved some success.
By the time they arrived at the villa, it was nearly dinnertime. He Chen suggested stopping for a meal, but Mu Lichuan declined, handling the matter at hand took priority.
Using his Yin-Yang Eyes, Mu Lichuan scanned the villa for any lingering spirits. Sure enough, as soon as he stepped inside, he spotted one or two ghosts. No wonder the yin energy here felt so heavy.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!" Without caring how it looked to others, Mu Lichuan pulled out a spirit-expelling talisman and hurled it at the ghosts. To his eyes, the spirits let out ear-piercing wails before vanishing. To everyone else, all they saw was a talisman sparking mid-air before fluttering to the white-tiled floor.
"This…" He Chen was utterly stunned by Mu Lichuan’s methods, his face frozen in shock. Meanwhile, Yuan Dacheng, standing nearby, looked completely unfazed, he had seen this before.
"Young Master Mu doesn’t waste words, he proves himself through action," Yuan Dacheng remarked. Initially, he too had been skeptical, but experience had taught him that those who talked big often lacked real skill.
A glint of admiration flashed in He Chen’s eyes. "Young Master Mu, does that mean there were unclean entities here?"
"Yes, two minor spirits, they’ve been dealt with. But the root of the problem likely lies in your ancestral graves," Mu Lichuan said gravely. "Ghosts rarely appear without reason - either the place is saturated with yin energy, or someone has deliberately sent them after you."
"You’re businessmen, I don’t approve of underhanded tactics like this. Alternatively, it could be retribution for past misdeeds." In his view, the earlier feng shui disturbance and the current haunting were likely orchestrated. Though, of course, it could also be coincidence.
Upon hearing these words, He Chen's face turned pale. "Young Master Mu, are you implying that my family is being targeted?" Then, reflecting further, it seemed plausible. Despite the capital's push for science and opposition to superstition, inexplicable incidents had been plaguing his family. How could the series of strange events, like sudden tire blowouts causing car accidents, really be just coincidences?
"Possibly. But this is all speculation for now. How long has it been since your ancestral graves were tended to?" He assumed they at least conducted regular memorial rites.
"Ah… it’s been a while. Since settling in the capital, even though Lingchuan is nearby, we rarely return." He Chen’s expression turned awkward.
Mu Lichuan had no interest in prying into family matters. Calmly, he said, "Karma works in cycles. If your ancestral graves are undisturbed, then someone is likely controlling spirits against you. We’ll visit your ancestral graves this weekend." The matter couldn’t be rushed, moreover with the villa’s ghosts eliminated, things should remain calm for a while.
"Young Master Mu, I…" He Chen had been about to ask the teenager to skip school and head to Lingchuan immediately, but then he remembered—the boy was likely in his third year of middle school. Best not to overstep.
"Don’t worry, no one’s going to die in the next few days. Your daughter is hospitalized with serious injuries, and your wife will be fine too." Mu Lichuan’s words were blunt, lacking any sugarcoating, but they were honest.
Hearing this, He Chen finally relaxed. Perhaps the young man lacked social graces, but compared to the two previous "masters" he’d hired, Mu Lichuan was far more practical. "Young Master Mu, let me transfer five million to you first—"
"Pay me after the issue is fully resolved." Mu Lichuan cut him off expressionlessly. Then, he noticed his power of faith had increased slightly—clearly, the middle-aged man’s gratitude had strengthened it.
He Chen’s impression of Mu Lichuan improved further. Even if the problem wasn’t completely solved, he decided he’d give the young man ten million. If it was resolved, he’d double that.
"Young Master Mu, it’s late. Let’s have dinner together." He Chen wasn’t so tactless as to not offer a meal after receiving help.
Mu Lichuan initially wanted to refuse, but then reconsidered, he needed to expand his connections in the capital. Staying aloof wouldn’t benefit his future. So he nodded in agreement.
Shenghua Grand Hotel, a place where only the wealthy dined. Qi Wei, visiting for the first time, gaped in excitement. Mu Lichuan, however, remained impassive. He had been here in his past life and felt no curiosity. His composure only deepened Yuan Dacheng’s impression of him as steady and reserved.
As they headed toward a private room, a young man surrounded by a large entourage caught Mu Lichuan’s attention—specifically, the ferocious ghost perched on the man’s head.
The ghost oozed a thick, crimson liquid that dripped onto the young man’s hair, trailing down like blood from his orifices. The sight was grotesque and horrifying.
"Young Master—" Before Mu Lichuan could act, the young man’s face drained of color, and he collapsed, his body convulsing violently.
To Mu Lichuan’s Yin-Yang Eyes, the ghost was tearing into the man’s head, devouring half of it. "Move!"
He barked, immediately regretting not deactivating his Yin-Yang Eyes earlier. If he didn’t handle this, he wouldn’t be able to eat, the ghost was simply too repulsive.
The bodyguards froze. An assistant moved to stop Mu Lichuan, but a sharp glare from him halted him. A second later, he watched as his employer’s forehead was slapped with a yellow talisman.
"You...a superstitious fraud?" The assistant scowled, about to order the bodyguards to drag Mu Lichuan away, when he noticed the young master’s complexion improving.
Ignoring them, Mu Lichuan focused on the ghost before him, his lips twitching in disgust. Channeling his soul force, he obliterated the spirit, purging it from existence. To everyone else, however, it looked like the teenager was caressing the young man’s face - an act so brazen it left them speechless.
The Mi family’s heir was notorious for his aversion to physical contact. Now, not only had someone touched him, he'd practically molested him. Once he woke up, this boy was dead.
After expelling the evil spirit, Mu Lichuan was drenched in sweat. The exorcism had nearly drained all his soul force in mere moments.
The unconscious young man’s eyes snapped open, a sharp glare locking onto Mu Lichuan, followed by a slap.
Though weakened, Mu Lichuan caught his wrist effortlessly. Thankfully, the man’s energy was also depleted—otherwise, he wouldn’t have stood a chance. "Is this how you treat your savior?" His voice was hoarse but edged with steel.
Mi Shen’s gaze turned icy. "Get lost!" Since childhood, he had loathed being touched, let alone in such an intimate manner.
"You think I want to touch you? If not for—" As Mu Lichuan tried to stand, a wave of dizziness sent him crashing back onto Mi Shen.
The impact drew a sneer from Mi Shen. "I’ve seen women throw themselves at me, but a boy using such cheap tactics? Pathetic."
The assistant stared in shock, their young master had never spoken so much to anyone. Meanwhile, Mu Lichuan’s condition worsened.
Even if my soul force is drained, why does my body feel so weak?
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