The Night of Infinite Madness (25)

"Are you really going to investigate?" Fu Yuanzhong walked over to Jiang Chu with his pad in hand, glancing at her sideways.

Strange. She clearly doesn’t seem to have any cultivation, so why is there such strong spiritual energy around her?

Fu Yuanzhong frowned.

This completely defies common sense.

"Of course, we have to deal with it," Jiang Chu replied, taking a slight step back.

She was allergic to men these days, especially weird ones like him.

"Oh, seems like your cultivation isn’t quite there yet," Fu Yuanzhong remarked, the corner of his lips curling into a faint, mocking smile.

He already knew what was going on before arriving at this neighborhood.

Liu Hui had done plenty of evil deeds, and it was only natural for vengeful spirits to seek retribution. He had merely intended to buy some time, but then this girl showed up out of nowhere.

Thinking this, Fu Yuanzhong glanced at the densely packed text on his pad before closing it.

He wanted to see just how this woman planned to dispel the ghostly energy from that man.

For him, something like this was no challenge at all.

But someone without any cultivation? Now that piqued his curiosity.

To his surprise, the moment Jiang Chu entered and merely touched the man, Fu Yuanzhong watched as the dark aura on the man’s face visibly dissipated.

Weird. That was actually impressive.

Fu Yuanzhong didn’t even get a proper look before the dark energy vanished entirely.

"Let’s go," Little Wei said to Jiang Chu.

Jiang Chu immediately understood and glanced at Liu Hui, stating calmly, "It’s done."

Though Liu Hui couldn’t see the dark aura, he could tell his son had improved significantly.

Within five or six minutes, Liu Hui’s son groggily woke up.

"Dad."

Hearing that single word, Liu Hui nearly burst into tears.

He had fathered this child late in life and pinned all his hopes on him. If his son were gone, Liu Hui truly didn’t know how he’d survive the rest of his life.

"Thank you, thank you, Master," Liu Hui hurriedly bowed repeatedly to Jiang Chu.

"No need, no need. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now."

Liu Hui quickly stopped her.

"Master, how can I let you go like this? At least let me treat you to a meal—or better yet, I must compensate you. Do you have a phone? I’ll transfer the money."

"Huh?" Jiang Chu was stunned, momentarily unsure how to respond.

"Take the money," Little Wei said bluntly.

"Alright."

"Oh, and tell him to show some respect for the spirits. Have him pay for a decent burial spot for those ghosts’ families. But don’t let him overcompensate."

Little Wei wasn’t feeling particularly charitable toward the ghosts’ descendants.

Right now, the remains of those ghosts had nowhere to go—they’d just been dug up and placed in coffins.

"Got it."

Jiang Chu relayed her ancestor’s instructions to Liu Hui.

"You’ve violated taboos. You must show respect for the deceased. If you do, nothing will come after you again."

Liu Hui nodded eagerly.

"Understood. Thank you, Master. I’ll take care of it tomorrow."

Jiang Chu pulled out her phone, but to her surprise, Liu Hui didn’t use WeChat or anything similar—he transferred the money directly from his bank account.

One million.

Jiang Chu nearly choked.

That was more money than she’d ever seen in her life.

As for Fu Yuanzhong, Liu Hui tossed him a few thousand as a token gesture.

When they stepped out of Liu Hui’s home, Fu Yuanzhong glanced at Jiang Chu, who was staring blankly at her phone, and chuckled.

"Well? Didn’t expect such a generous reward, did you?"

As he spoke, he studied Jiang Chu carefully.

He was determined to figure out what was off about her.

But no matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t spot anything.

This shouldn’t be possible, Fu Yuanzhong thought.

Meanwhile, Little Wei finally had time to scrutinize Fu Yuanzhong properly. Not bad-looking—still far from her own standards, but in terms of appearance, he could rival that Xu Yichen guy.

"Do you need something?" Jiang Chu asked flatly, her expression unreadable.

Little Wei suddenly fell silent. Well, given Jiang Chu’s attitude, it seemed unlikely she’d be sprouting any romantic blossoms anytime soon.

"Nothing, really. I just wanted to ask—didn’t you realize Liu Hui brought this upon himself? Well, not to the point of no return, but I was trying to delay things, and you ruined my plan."

Despite his words, Fu Yuanzhong didn’t sound particularly resentful.

"Oh," Jiang Chu replied, her face still blank.

Right now, she was an emotionless professional.

Fu Yuanzhong shrugged after getting nowhere with her.

"Fine. I just thought it was rare to meet someone in the same line of work. In the future, you should be more discerning about who you help. Liu Hui might be generous and decent enough, but he has no respect for spirits. His son, though? A real piece of work. A little punishment was warranted."

Little Wei watched Fu Yuanzhong’s retreating figure and suddenly sighed like a wistful mother.

"That young man’s quite handsome. Interested?"

Jiang Chu’s lips twitched. "Ancestor, don’t tease me. Why would I go for a Taoist priest?"

Sure, Fu Yuanzhong was good-looking—more striking than some celebrities—but she wasn’t that shallow.

"I’m just asking. He seems like a decent guy."

In the brief moment they spoke, Little Wei had already had Little Nailuo dig up Fu Yuanzhong’s background.

Raised in a mountain temple as a Taoist, later left to pursue higher education. Balanced cultivation with academics, even earned a master’s degree before returning to the temple.

Though in this world, Taoist priests actually got salaries.

Especially ones with master’s degrees like Fu Yuanzhong.

His pad was squeaky clean too—not a single risqué app in sight.

Damn, this world’s too competitive. Even Taoist priests need master’s degrees now.

Little Wei couldn’t help but grumble.

Without her cheat codes, Jiang Chu would have a hard time becoming the protagonist of this story.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chu snapped out of her daze, recalling her ancestor’s teasing, and sighed.

"Ancestor, please stop playing matchmaker. Blindly setting people up isn’t good. Besides, he and I are completely different. Even if there were any sparks—which there aren’t—we’d have nothing in common to talk about."

Little Wei knew Jiang Chu had her own mind, so she stayed quiet for a while before pressing further.

"Then what kind of man do you like?"

"Not too handsome, but he has to treat me well. Salary-wise, five to eight thousand a month in this city is enough. I don’t care about cars, but a house is a must—I’d be willing to split the mortgage with him." As she listed her criteria, a blissful smile spread across Jiang Chu’s face.

Little Wei: "..."

With standards like that, becoming the female lead will be tough.

This is giving me a headache.

"We should aim for someone better."

Jiang Chu: "..."

"Ancestor, be realistic. Society’s way too competitive these days. Finding someone ‘better’ isn’t just my ancestors’ graves producing smoke—it’d have to be a full-blown fire for that to happen."

Little Wei: "?"

"Ah, sorry, Ancestor, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant it’s too rare."

Little Wei refused to listen. In fact, she decided to be unreasonable.

"If you won’t stop underselling yourself, I can’t acknowledge you as my descendant anymore."

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