"Go do whatever you want, don’t worry too much." Little Wei patted their shoulders.
With her encouragement, the group of ghosts mustered their courage and pulled off something big—something even Little Wei hadn’t anticipated.
They scared the developer’s son into unconsciousness.
It wasn’t a huge problem, but he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, which sent the developer into a panic.
He spent a fortune hiring a Taoist priest from the mountains to come down, terrifying the little ghosts so much that they rushed to Little Wei, crying their eyes out, faces a mess.
"Miss Jiang, you have to save us this time!"
"Get off me." Little Wei was genuinely speechless.
Only the dumbest ghosts would provoke a Taoist priest.
"That priest is already at the developer’s house. If he investigates, he’ll definitely trace it back to us." The ghosts trembled in fear.
Little Wei: "…"
"So what’s wrong with his son?" She really didn’t know what to say.
"He got hit with some ghostly energy and is now trapped in nightmares. He won’t wake up for a while." The ghosts crouched on the ground like scolded children, muttering guiltily.
Little Wei: "…"
They really outdid themselves.
"Is that priest really powerful?" Little Wei frowned in confusion.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chu, seeing so many ghosts at once, was so scared her legs nearly gave out—but she still managed to place a pile of fruits on the offering table.
Little Wei let the ghosts divide the fruits among themselves, and they looked at her with envy.
"Miss Jiang, your descendant is so sensible. Ours only learn what ‘ferocious ghost feeding’ means after a good scare."
Little Wei smirked but didn’t respond.
The little loli had already posted the Zhao family’s dirty secrets online, but before Little Wei could even see the fallout, she learned these troublemakers had angered a Taoist priest.
What a mess.
But…
"That developer Liu hired—he’s probably just a fraud, right?" Little Wei asked.
"Oh no no no, don’t underestimate him, Miss Jiang. That priest is from the famous Qingyun Temple. How could he be a nobody?"
Little Wei wasn’t offended by the ghost’s bluntness.
"So you’re saying we should beat him up?" She hesitated.
A Taoist priest sounded like some reclusive master. Sure, she could take him on, but who knew how many more priests stood behind him?
"No, no, Miss Jiang. We just need to extract the ghostly energy. The problem is, we don’t know whose energy it is. If we mess up, the developer’s son might just… kick the bucket."
The ghosts meant well. Their cultivation wasn’t strong to begin with, and after being bullied by Zhao Xi, what little power they had—originally five or six parts—was now down to three or four.
Little Wei: "…"
"Fine, I’ll go take a look."
"Thank you, Miss Jiang! When you come back, we’ll treat you to a feast!"
Just as Little Wei was about to leave, the little loli spoke up: "Sis Little Wei, no—that priest is actually quite powerful. He set up a barrier around the Liu Family’s house. In your current state, you won’t be able to enter easily."
"Then what do we do?" Little Wei was exasperated.
"Possession. Attach yourself to the staff and shrink it into something portable. As for the priest, just have Jiang Chu take you to the Liu Family and claim she’s another hired Taoist."
To Little Wei, this was the worst plan imaginable—but right now, she had no other options.
She relayed the little loli’s idea to Jiang Chu.
Jiang Chu blinked, completely stunned.
"Ancestor… are you joking with me?" She was utterly dumbfounded.
"Do I look like I’m joking?" Little Wei stared at her without blinking.
Jiang Chu agonized for a long moment.
"…Okay. I’ll go."
"Don’t worry, I’ll teach you the incantations and channel spiritual energy to you." Little Wei patted her shoulder.
After hearing the little loli’s words, she suddenly realized how to make Jiang Chu the protagonist.
If she couldn’t make the heroine rich, she’d teach her a way to survive—cultivation.
This wasn’t a normal world, so cultivation was absolutely possible.
"Oh… okay." Jiang Chu didn’t quite understand how ghosts had spiritual energy, but she nodded dumbly anyway.
Little Wei then got the Liu Family’s address from the ghosts and set off with Jiang Chu.
She transformed the staff into a tiny earring and attached herself to Jiang Chu’s ear.
Jiang Chu didn’t dare scratch the itch, afraid she might accidentally flick her ancestor off.
"Ancestor… is this really going to work?" Standing at the entrance of the residential complex, Jiang Chu was still nervous.
She had zero experience with scams.
She was on the verge of tears.
"It’ll work. Tell the security guard you’re here to see Liu Hui and that you were hired for exorcism."
Following Little Wei’s instructions, Jiang Chu steeled herself and approached the guard.
Surprisingly, the guard believed her and called Liu Hui. Soon, a car arrived to pick her up—the Liu Family’s housekeeper.
When the middle-aged housekeeper saw such a young girl, she was baffled.
A priest had come in the morning, and now, after much effort, another one arrived in the afternoon—a girl?
Were even the frauds in Feng Shui this young nowadays?
The housekeeper could only mutter, "How strange."
Once inside, Little Wei finally got a good look at the young man sitting on the living room sofa.
If not for his slightly archaic clothing, she might not have recognized him as a Taoist priest at all.
He wore black pants paired with a gray long coat, a white T-shirt peeking out from underneath—an odd combination.
"Mr. Liu, you don’t trust me? Hiring another one?" Fu Yuanzhong’s expression didn’t change as he glanced at Jiang Chu, who looked about his age.
"I didn’t expect this either." Liu Hui was stunned when he saw Jiang Chu.
The guard hadn’t mentioned she’d be this young.
But then again, Zhao Xi had also been a young Feng Shui master.
"Young lady, do you know what’s happening in my house?" Liu Hui asked cautiously.
He’d deliberately left details out of the public notice. Only a true expert would sense the anomaly in his home.
The moment Jiang Chu stepped in, she felt the familiar energy.
The spot with the thickest dark aura was undoubtedly where those ghostly troublemakers had struck.
"Over there." Jiang Chu pointed straight at Liu Hui’s son’s bedroom.
Only then did Liu Hui relax.
At least this girl wasn’t a fraud.
"Well then, would you two like to take a look inside?" Now reassured, Liu Hui gestured toward the room.
As for Fu Yuanzhong, who’d been stalling all morning despite promising to help, Liu Hui was long past impatient.
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