Xie Yiyuan still looked terrified as he asked Ning Shu, “Why did I see Song Ruoxi as a ghost too?”


  Ning Shu smiled. “Of course.”


  Xie Yiyuan’s face went blue, and his cheeks trembled. “No way.”


  Xie Weiming frowned. He asked Ning Shu, “What’s the situation now?”


  Ning Shu sighed. “Things are a bit complicated. It’s turning into a situation that even I’m not prepared for.”


  She told Xie Weiming the basics of what had happened. As the owner of this company, he should know the details.

  After hearing what Ning Shu said, Xie Weiming looked like he had stepped on a pile of dogshit and was irritated. “Does the Xie Family owe them something? The troubles are really endless.”


  “If we let her stay in the company, ten thousand ghosts invade us. If we fire her, there will be retaliation. Really……” Xie Weiming knitted his brows and said to Ning Shu, “Why don’t you invite your master here? The old man should have a way.”


  Ning Shu said, “Master said that he can’t deal with the Phantom King. Also, since I’ve already saved Xie Yiyuan, I want you to give me the money so I can go back.”


  Xie Weiming almost jumped up and beseeched Ning Shu, “Daoist Master, I’d like to ask for your help in this matter. You can’t just leave it like this.”


  “The heavens reward good deeds. There are so many employees in the company. Please save them,” said Xie Weiming.

  Ning Shu smiled apologetically. The problem was that she couldn’t beat him.

  Xie Weiming said with a sigh, “As long as this matter is settled, feel free to list any conditions. Except for the company, I’ll give whatever I can.”


  Ning Shu said, “I’ll try to think of something.”


  She went upstairs to get her cloth bag, ready to take advantage of the darkness to go to the office.

  Xie Yiyuan followed Ning Shu upstairs. Seeing that she was carrying a bag full of different props, he said to her, “Do you have any self-defense talismans? Give me two of them.”


  “Five thousand dollars,” said Ning Shu.

  Xie Yiyuan was speechless. “Give it to me.”


  Ning Shu gave him two protective talismans and said, “You should also stop associating with Song Ruoxi. Technically speaking, you two are not from the same world now.”


  Xie Yiyuan was flipping over the talisman to examine it as he nodded at Ning Shu’s words. “I understand. Was that ghost around her the entire time?”


  “Yes, a Phantom King who had been cultivating for thousands of years.”


  Xie Yiyuan sighed deeply. “I thought I had met the woman that I could spend the rest of my life with.”


  “You’re not as good-looking as the Phantom King,” said Ning Shu very bluntly.

  Xie Yiyuan rolled his eyes. Noticing that Ning Shu was going out, he asked, “Where are you going? I’ll go with you.”


  “It’s night, when Yin energy is most heavy. Your body is empty of Yang energy. Going out could easily lead to accidents.”


  Ning Shu didn’t want to bring a screaming little prince with her. His shouts alone could scare people to death.

  Ning Shu arrived at the office and picked up the soul pearl and compass used in the formation.

  Previously, she thought the Yang-assembling spell formation and spirit trap formation would have some effect on Feng Yin, but it was all for naught. Instead, it made Song Ruoxi a half-human, half-ghost monster with a long lifespan.

  Ning Shu put away the soul pearl and compass. Without the magic tools to steady the formation, the Yang-assembling spell formation was less effective. Ning Shu suddenly felt the air around her turn cold.

  Ning Shu took out a cinnabar brush from her cloth bag and mixed the ashes from the mass burial with other exorcism items. She made them into an ink-like substance with rootless water.

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