Ning Shu took a cinnabar pen and drew runes underneath Song Ruoxi’s office chair. Next, she lay down on the floor and did the same underneath the desk.

  After Song Ruoxi’s spot, Ning Shu drew runes on inconspicuous places in the office, like under the tables and chairs.

  Really, Ning Shu really didn’t know why Song Ruoxi insisted on working and suffering. Feng Yin might be a ghost, but he had extraordinary abilities and resources. If he wanted money, it would only take a wave of his hand.

  Why must she torment this company like this? The Xie Family must have wronged Song Ruoxi in past lives to get this kind of retribution.

  After drawing runes in the office, Ning Shu then went to the bathroom. She hoped that Xie Weiming’s company could hold out.

  This was probably the only calamity in their lives.

  After doing these things, it was already midnight. Ning Shu put her stuff away, ready to go back to the villa to cultivate. Although her cultivation speed was not as fast as Feng Yin, if she didn’t cultivate at all, then she wouldn’t stand a chance against Feng Yin.

  As soon as Ning Shu returned to the villa, she saw that all the lights were on. She walked into the living room and noticed the maids in a mess.

  “Daoist Master, Yiyuan, he’s in trouble again. Sigh……” said Xie Weiming anxiously as he came downstairs and saw Ning Shu.

  Ning Shu frowned. She crossed the stairs in a couple giant steps, opened Xie Yiyuan’s room, and found him curled up on the bed. His body was covered in a blanket.

  The blanket was shaking. Ning Shu hurriedly lifted it, only to see Xie Yiyuan’s body huddled up into a ball. He snarled at Ning Shu when he saw her, baring his teeth in a vicious growl.

  Rolling her eyes, Ning Shu took a deep breath, brought out a talisman, and stuck it on his head. Black smoke came out of Xie Yiyuan’s body. He groaned as his limbs twitched before his eyes rolled back and he passed out.

  Xie Weiming asked Ning Shu, “How’s he?”


  Ning Shu said, “He ran out to wander during the day and got possessed by a lesser spirit.”


  “What was it?” asked Xie Weiming.

  “Dog.”


  Xie Weiming: ……

  “His body is weak right now, so he must stay at home. I’ve placed some formations here.” Ning Shu sighed deeply.

  What a pain.

  Ning Shu went downstairs to get the medicinal soup for Xie Yiyuan. She held his nose and very roughly poured it into him.

  Xie Yiyuan choked on the exorcism potion and opened his eyes to see Ning Shu. He immediately said, “I saw the man beside Song Ruoxi.”


  “What!?” Ning Shu looked at Xie Yiyuan in confusion. Weren’t you possessed by a dog?

  Xie Yiyuan lifted his chin and said towards Ning Shu, “See the choking marks on my neck? He’s the one behind it. He threatened me to stay away from Song Ruoxi or he’ll scatter my soul.

  “Scared the hell out of me.” Xie Yiyuan looked like he had almost peed himself.

  Only then did Ning Shu notice the shallow marks on Xie Yiyuan’s neck. Although they were somewhat pale now, they would become obvious tomorrow morning.

  Ning Shu took the glutinous rice and pressed it on the marks. Xie Yiyuan shouted in a hoarse voice, “It hurts. It hurts……”


  Ning Shu asked, “You mean the Phantom King came to see you? When?”


  “Shortly after you left. I was going to sleep, and then he showed up in my bed with his cold hand around my neck. He threatened to kill me if I came near his woman again,” said Xie Yiyuan hoarsely.

  “Your paper talisman was useless. Give me back my five thousand.” Xie Yiyuan was about to cry.

  Ning Shu rolled her eyes. If a talisman could deal with Feng Yin, then he wouldn’t be called the Thousand Year Old Ghost.

  “Why didn’t he just kill you instead of threatening you?” Ning Shu was a little confused. With Feng Yin’s ability, killing Xie Yiyuan was far too easy.

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