3: This old man doesn't seem like a good person.

"What's going on?" Chen Heng squatted down and checked Xiao He's breathing.

Fortunately, she was still breathing.

However, Xiao He's current state was no different from a vegetative one.

Aside from breathing, she couldn't do anything else.

"I don't know, ah, Xiao He suddenly collapsed while holding the chicken soup." A cook's face was filled with terror, clutching her clothes tightly.

"Young Master, I think Xiao He must have been possessed by a ghost," another cook said cautiously.

"Just like you before..."

Before she could finish, a Maidservant beside her pinched her.

The cook quickly shut her mouth.

"What happened?!" Patriarch Chen strode into the kitchen, immediately spotting Chen Heng squatting on the ground.

"Son, ah! Are you better?"

"Father, don't mind me for now, look what happened to Xiao He?" Chen Heng picked up Xiao He from the ground.

"This... looks just like you a few days ago?" Chen Fugui was also a bit confused.

"I think, ah, Xiao He was just possessed by a ghost~" A flirtatious voice came from behind Chen Fugui.

Chen Heng's gaze passed over Chen Fugui and looked behind him.

A lavishly dressed woman, holding a pipe, walked over.

Chen Heng had an impression of this person; she was a courtesan named Xu Qingyan, whom his father had bought from a Flower House.

This woman had been restless since entering the house, constantly trying to curry favor with him and Chen Fugui.

Anyone with eyes could see that this woman was just waiting for Chen Fugui to die to get rich.

"How can you tell?" Chen Heng's gaze was fixed on Xu Qingyan.

That look wasn't like he desired her body, but rather like a hungry wolf choosing its prey.

Xu Qingyan felt uncomfortable under Chen Heng's stare and quickly hid behind Chen Fugui.

"Our Hundred Flowers House had similar incidents before."

"And then? What happened to the person?" Chen Heng continued to ask.

"Later, we found Cool Daoist to save the person; it was just that the tea fee was a bit expensive." Xu Qingyan shrunk her neck, no longer holding the pipe in her mouth.

"Cool Daoist?" Chen Fugui was startled.

"Father, you know this person?" Chen Heng turned to look at Chen Fugui.

"Of course, I know him. He's in the main hall right now."

"Weren't you possessed by a ghost at that time? I thought of finding someone to save you."

"Let's go, to see him." Chen Heng carried Xiao He on his shoulder and turned to walk out of the kitchen.

"Yes, the money's already paid, might as well use it..." Chen Fugui nodded, quite agreeing with Chen Heng's approach.

Although Xiao He was just a Maidservant, she had grown up playing with Chen Heng since childhood.

Chen Fugui could understand some affection.

Soon, Chen Fugui led Chen Heng into the main hall.

"Oh, Patriarch Chen has arrived." In the main seat of the hall, a thin, wrinkled man was drinking tea.

"Please trouble Cool Daoist to help our family this once, the tea money will certainly not be little."

Chen Fugui sat smilingly in the Passenger seat next to Cool Daoist, his face full of obsequiousness.

This Cool Daoist was a famous Cultivator in the area; their Chen family couldn't afford to offend him.

"Hmm, let me see." Cool Daoist slightly raised his eyelids, glancing at Chen Heng, who was carrying Xiao He.

"Hmm?"

Cool Daoist's eyes widened, and he scrutinized Chen Heng up and down.

But the next second, he returned to his previous calm and indifferent demeanor.

"This Little Girl's soul has been drawn away by a wild ghost; she just needs a soul-summoning ritual."

Cool Daoist took a light sip of tea, tapping his finger on the tabletop.

"Understood, understood." Chen Fugui immediately understood, pulling out a 200 tael silver note from his inner pocket.

"Please accept it, old sir."

"Sensible." Cool Daoist's fingers moved slightly, and the silver note in Chen Fugui's hand immediately vanished.

This move startled Chen Fugui; he now firmly believed that this Cool Daoist was not to be trifled with.

"Accepting money from others, resolving their troubles."

Cool Daoist put down his teacup and took out a bronze bell.

He held the bell between two fingers and gave it a slight shake, and a dull ringing sound echoed.

A few seconds later, Chen Heng felt Xiao He on his shoulder seem to move slightly.

"It's done." Cool Daoist began to slurp his tea again.

"Young Master?" Xiao He, who was leaning on Chen Heng's shoulder, opened her eyes and looked up at Chen Heng.

"Oh! Young Master, quickly put me down! How can you carry me!"

Xiao He struggled on Chen Heng's shoulder, but couldn't budge him at all.

"That's it? It's all fine now?" Chen Heng frowned; he couldn't help but feel that this Cool Daoist looked like a Jianghu charlatan.

The key was that his soul-summoning trick was simply too easy.

It was as if he had just released Xiao He's soul himself.

"Of course it's simple, it's just a small ghost, that's all."

"Alright, this old Daoist also needs to rest now." After saying that, Cool Daoist got up and walked out of the main hall.

"Truly worthy of being a Cultivator, ah..." Chen Fugui's eyes held envy and longing.

"It's a pity your father is too old, otherwise I would also want to try."

Sighing, Chen Fugui patted Chen Heng's shoulder.

"Son, when you get back, spend more time with Cool Daoist, what if he's willing to teach you a few tricks?"

"Then our Chen family would really prosper."

Chen Heng didn't speak; he always felt something was off.

Separate courtyard, guest room.

Cool Daoist was sitting on the bed, and a lavishly dressed woman was massaging his legs.

"Daoist Master, how much longer will it take for the two of us to empty out the Chen family?"

That woman was Xu Qingyan; she was half-leaning on Cool Daoist's legs, her clothes half-undone, extremely alluring.

"No rush, no rush." Cool Daoist stroked his beard.

"This Chen family is still a small matter; I, this Daoist Master, still have important business to attend to."

"I know, your White Zombie is about to turn into a Hairy Zombie, and it needs a large amount of vital blood."

Xu Qingyan smiled, pressing her lips together, and massaged his legs even harder.

"Just, when you perform the blood sacrifice, please don't forget this humble woman; I still want to serve by your side for many years~"

"I won't forget you, I won't forget." Cool Daoist chuckled, his large hand directly reaching into Xu Qingyan's clothes.

"Oh~"

"Daoist Master, be gentle..."

Amidst creaking sounds, night quietly fell.

Chen Heng, who had been half-asleep in bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

"What's that smell?"

This smell was somewhat familiar to him; he seemed to have smelled it on Xiao He as well.

Chen Heng scrambled out of bed, threw on an outer garment, and walked towards the source of the smell.

"It's coming from the main room!"

Chen Heng's heart jumped; his father lived in the main room!

As he reached the main room's door, the smell grew even stronger.

Without thinking much, Chen Heng directly pushed open the door to the main room.

The sight before him startled Chen Heng.

He saw a small ghost, entirely green, lie on Chen Fugui, sucking something.

Seeing Chen Heng walk in, the little ghost let out a strange cry and pounced.

"Holy crap!"

Chen Heng was startled, instinctively mobilizing the black Qi flames within his body.

Instantly, Chen Heng was entirely enveloped by the black Qi flames, like a Black Phoenix rising from the ashes.