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Racing through the streets, it was around two or three in the morning in Guangzhou. Although there were still quite a few cars, traffic was no longer an issue. In just half an hour, I arrived at the address the doctor had given me.
It was an old neighborhood, with buildings that were only four or five stories high. The management was lacking; the security guard simply opened the gate when he saw a car approaching, without asking for any registration.
Once inside the neighborhood, after parking the car, Liu Bi didn’t even open the door but instead floated out through the window in a flash. After briefly closing his eyes to sense the surroundings for a few seconds, he said to us, “Wait here; I’ll go check on him.” With that, he vanished from sight.
“Great, this brat is so impressive. Brother Liu, let’s just wait in the car,” Master Xiao said loudly.
“Are you still feeling unbalanced? Why bother with a ghost?” I shot him a glare and replied somewhat exasperatedly. It was late at night, and he was talking so loudly—didn’t he have any sense of decency? What if he disturbed someone’s sleep?
Master Xiao lowered his voice slightly and continued, “Hmph, let’s see him walk in the sunlight.”
Just as I was about to tell him to be quiet, there was a knock on the car door. Turning around, I saw Liu Bi had returned.
Getting out of the car, Liu Bi pointed to a building diagonally across and said, “Bro, it’s in that building. There are only two people at home, and they’re both asleep. You guys go ahead; I’ll open the door for you.”
I nodded, locked the car, and walked with Master Xiao toward the old building.
As we reached the bottom of the stairs, Master Xiao shouted, “Liu Bi, open the door!”
“He’s not here; why are you shouting?” I whispered.
“Didn’t he say he’d open it for us? Why isn’t it opening?” Master Xiao mimicked my tone and spoke quietly.
I replied, “Are you stupid? There are cameras at the entrance. We haven’t done anything; the door will just open by itself. Do you think that’s reasonable? What if someone with bad intentions sees it? Liu Bi must have possessed Wang to use his body to open the door.”
After waiting for a moment, we indeed saw Wang coming down from inside the building. His gaze was dazed, and his movements were heavy—like a walking corpse.
Seeing Wang in that state made Master Xiao want to speak again, but I cleared my throat to stop him. I knew he was going to make some pointless comment about Liu Bi possessing someone while still acting all high and mighty.
Liu Bi led us into a unit on the third floor, directly entering the bedroom and climbing onto the bed. Master Xiao quietly closed all the doors behind him and found a stool to sit down.
Once Wang was lying comfortably, Liu Bi detached himself from Wang's body, floating in the air with a grin and said, "Bro, wake him up."
I asked if there was someone else in the adjacent room. Liu Bi replied, "It's fine. That person drank too much; he probably wouldn't wake up even if the sky fell."
I nodded and walked over to Wang. I performed a few Hand Spells to dispel negative energy, tapping three times above his head. He shuddered all over, slowly opening his eyes.
At first, he didn't react, groggily asking who I was when he saw me. But as soon as he noticed Liu Bi floating above me, he shot up in alarm, shrinking back against the wall while trembling and stammering, "What the hell? How did you get in? What do you want? Help! Someone!"
"Help your uncle! You were sleeping like a dead pig; what help do you need? Stop hiding and come out," Master Xiao said as he stood up from the stool and walked to the bed, grabbing Wang's arm and yanking him down to the floor. "Look at you! And you're still cursing? Do you want me to slap you?"
Wang was dragged onto the floor by Master Xiao. He looked up at me and then at Liu Bi, no longer resisting. Lowering his head, he said, "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have threatened you with texts. But my master told me to do it. He said people like you who practice cultivation are most afraid of social types; even if threatened, you wouldn't dare call the police."
"Your master is full of nonsense. Why would I be afraid to call the police if I haven't committed any crime? I just don't want to bother the police," I replied with a smile. "Besides, do you really think I'm scared of you social thugs? Good always triumphs over evil; hasn't your master taught you that?"
Seeing my response, Wang slowly lowered his head again and fell silent. However, from his slightly trembling body, it was clear he was either angry or nervous.
Master Xiao noticed this and slapped Wang's head again sharply, saying sternly, "Speak up! What is your dream?"
"What dream?" Liu Bi asked in confusion.
"Smack!" Another loud sound echoed as Master Xiao slapped Wang's head again defensively and continued, "No, what is your goal? Wait, that's not right either; your goal is that broken umbrella. Suddenly I forgot what I wanted to ask. Forget it, Brother Liu, why don't you ask instead?"
"Show-off," Liu Bi muttered under his breath.
I sat on the bed and asked, "Master Wang, you know about your master's Nourishing the Soul technique, right?"
He nodded but remained silent.
"Can you tell me how the soul your master raised came about?" I asked calmly.
As soon as I finished speaking, he suddenly looked up at me with confusion, still silent.
From his eyes, I saw panic; this panic told me that he definitely knew something.
Master Xiao's expression was unreadable. He slapped him on the head again and said fiercely, "I'm asking you a question. Are you mute?"
I couldn't help but think that it was a shame Master Xiao wasn't in the underworld. With his broad shoulders and strong build, he could handle himself well. His voice was loud and intimidating, and if he had some tattoos of dragons or tigers on him, he would definitely make a qualified thug.
Wang took another hit and finally stammered, "How do you know my master is nourishing the soul?"
"Stop talking nonsense; you'll get hit again if you keep this up. Quickly tell me where your master's sexy female ghost came from," I glanced at Master Xiao, signaling him not to waste any more time. I discreetly activated the quick recording function.
He looked at Master Xiao, who raised his hefty palm symbolically. Wang quickly placed both hands on his head and said, "I’ll tell you. That female ghost was brought to my master by me..."
It turned out to be true; I had suspected as much. However, hearing it confirmed from his mouth made me feel a twinge of worry. What if that female ghost really was killed by Wang? What should I do about it? How could I handle it?
With a glimmer of hope, I asked, "What was your relationship with her?"
This time he answered without thinking: "Nothing much; just a woman from the nightlife scene. We slept together a few times."
He spoke so casually, as if such things were perfectly normal.
With a loud thud, Master Xiao kicked him hard in the thigh and angrily asked, "So she deserved to die? Do you have no humanity left? Even after being killed, she can't find peace and has to be turned into a puppet by you beasts?" After saying that, he kicked him again.
I quickly got up and grabbed Master Xiao, who was fuming with anger. If someone didn’t know better, they might think he had a girlfriend working in the nightlife. He hadn’t even said he was the one who killed her.
Wang seemed to be genuinely afraid of Master Xiao now; he didn’t dare to make a sound, just sulking in silence.
I continued to press him, “So how did she die? Be honest. I know you’re aware that I can see through your lies.”
“I don’t know. When I found her, she was already dead. At that time, my master asked me to help find a young woman, and there was also the requirement of her birth date and time. I spent several months in the nightlife scene before I finally managed to find someone suitable,” Wang said, pausing to blink at me as if gauging whether I would see through his deception.
I replied, “If you weren’t there when she died, was your master present?”
He thought for a moment and said, “Neither of us were there. We only arrived after she had died.”
I stepped aside and sat back on the bed, saying, “At this point, you still dare to lie.”
It was possible that he wasn’t there, but Master Chen couldn’t have been absent. If he wasn’t there, it wouldn’t have been easy to forcibly take away that female ghost. Moreover, it was certain that Master Chen must have had some kind of relationship with her; otherwise, establishing a contract would have been difficult.
As soon as I moved aside, Master Xiao understood my intention and stepped forward to kick Wang again. This time Master Xiao remained calm and didn’t say anything.
I couldn’t tell if Master Xiao had kicked too hard or if Wang was just finally feeling the pain; he let out a pained scream and cried out, “You know everything! Why are you still asking me?”
His response caught me off guard. I actually didn’t know whether he was present or not; his admission meant he was indeed involved in some way, which implied he should know the details of what happened.
“Speak! How did you kill her? If you keep lying, I’ll let it turn you into an idiot. You’ve learned a bit from your master; you should know it has that capability,” I said, pointing at Liu Bi floating above my head.
Liu Bi grinned and transformed into a very frightening face.
Wang quickly shifted his gaze away from Liu Bi and looked at me with tears in his eyes as he said, “We really didn’t kill her. She… she… she just overdosed on drugs and died suddenly; we didn’t do it! Please spare me! My master and Nourishing the Soul have nothing to do with me; I just helped him find someone like that. I promise I won’t bother you again. Even if my master expels me from the sect, I absolutely won’t come near you.”
I knew he wasn't lying. If he could lie under the threat of becoming an idiot, he wouldn't be a slacker. Although what he said was true—that woman likely died from a drug overdose—I still didn't believe it wasn't premeditated on their part.
Master Chen wanted to nourish the soul and had gone to great lengths to find a suitable person. How could he not hasten the process of turning a living person into a ghost? That said, Master Chen probably didn't force her to take a large amount of drugs. If he had, it would have been difficult for him to establish a contract with the woman who became a ghost. So, from a certain perspective, she willingly took the drugs, unaware that it would lead to her death. Or perhaps she consumed them in an unconscious state, but regardless, she ultimately did not face any overt coercion.
I didn't know how the police handled cases like this; they left no trace. A nightclub woman overdosing and dying suddenly might seem normal to them. They wouldn't dig deeper, and even if they did, they wouldn't uncover any real answers.
Given the situation, I felt it would be quite difficult to send them to prison; I couldn't produce any effective evidence. Even so, I still asked, "Was it you who lured her into taking so many drugs?"
Wang shook his head and calmly replied, "That woman had been using drugs for a long time and was poor. She relied on her looks and figure to get by; as long as she had money, she would go along with anyone. That time, Master suddenly pulled out a lot of powder and told her to take as much as she could. The woman was greedy and kept taking more until she died. Besides, she had other health issues; even if she hadn't died that time, she would have eventually."
Master Xiao rushed over and slapped him on the head again, saying, "Isn't that your so-called master who lured her in? How can you still shake your head?"
"Enough already! Do you have an addiction to hitting people?" I said discontentedly. Master Xiao was really getting carried away.
At six o'clock, I released a new book. Today's support was a bit terrifying; additional updates will come slowly. Thanks to Sister Gao for the villa, "Little Egg 521" for the crown, and "One Meter of Gentle Breeze" for the 99 flowers. Today's update ends here; additional updates will start tomorrow. Thank you all for your support; I'm so touched.
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