Jian Ge waited anxiously at the door. This was Yang Juntong's private residence, a high-end community with strict security and good privacy.

It's a property that Yang Juntong invested in a couple of years ago, but he rarely comes to live there.

I spoke with that expert on the phone today, and he was advised to arrange for someone to be discharged from the hospital immediately, which he did as he was told.

After all, no matter how good a private hospital is, it is still a business establishment, and outsiders are bound to sneak in. It's much easier to manage your own place.

A Maybach slowly pulled up, and he hurriedly went to greet it, helping to open the car door. "Master, hello! You've come all this way, thank you for your hard work..."

When he saw the little girl getting off the car, his eyes lit up at first, but then he remembered the master and turned his attention to the people who got off afterward.

Master Xuanmiao and others also came out specifically to meet their powerful fellow disciples.

However, the three young men who got off the bus didn't look like experts at all, so everyone pinned their hopes on Gu Xu, who was the last to get off the bus.

Although this person was calm and aloof, his well-tailored suit exuded a noble and ascetic air, making him seem even less like a Taoist practitioner.

"Could they be here to chase after celebrities?" One disciple couldn't help but frown.

The expressions of the others subtly changed. Unlike Brother Jian and Little Fatty, who were used to it, they had been stopped by fans waiting outside the private hospital many times in the past few days to ask about the situation.

At first, everyone saw that the young girl was unsuspecting and was accidentally tricked into revealing information.

Upon learning that they could access the VIP ward area, the fans were thrilled and insisted that they bring flowers and gifts for them.

They even said that monks should do good deeds every day, and they kept pestering them without listening to reason. They were completely terrified.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go in." Mingzhuo climbed a few steps and, seeing everyone's strange looks, realized he hadn't introduced himself.

"I'm the one who contacted you by phone. By the way, please pay the 3 million deposit first."

Jian Ge was stunned for a moment. Are all experts these days so direct, asking for money right away?

Is this really not a scam?

Gu Xu walked over and said, "I'm going to see my client now. I'll pick you up tonight."

He paused, then added, "Be careful in everything."

Mingzhu waved his hand. This matter was not suitable for Gu Xu to get involved in. His physique was special, like a human purifier, and it would be easy for the other side to notice something amiss.

A group of people entered the room, and Jian Ge asked, "By the way, where's Juntong?"

Mingzhuo took out the box. "It's in here, but it's not convenient for it to come out for the time being. That evil spirit is still eyeing him covetously."

Master Xuanmiao picked up the box and looked at it. It was covered with a very profound restriction that even he couldn't break. This person was truly a master!

Evil spirits... watching them intently... The thought of something lurking in the shadows giving Jian Ge goosebumps.

"So what do we do now?"

"Wait, at the moment of twilight when demons appear, when yin and yang overlap, we can send him back to his physical body." Mingzhu stretched.

After she had slept enough in the car, she took out paper and pen from her bag and began to explain the homework to the left-behind children.

Little Fatty even ran over to take a few more glances, and when he found out she really was just doing her homework, he walked away with a dreamy look on his face.

Has the world really gotten this messed up? High school students are juggling exorcism services and studying at the same time. And they still have to do homework during such a dangerous and stressful time.

This is a slap in the face to those celebrities who frantically market themselves as having high-risk professions and working hard.

The key is that he's also very good-looking! He could tell from the look in Jian Ge's eyes that if the other person wasn't a master, he would have rushed up and signed him in a heartbeat.

He Wangyao became nervous as soon as he stepped into Xiangshi. When he saw Li Wenhe drawing talismans, he hurriedly went over to try to catch up on his last-minute prayers.

The others are also making their own preparations.

Li Wenhe felt that drawing talismans was not going well today, probably because his mind was not at peace. He got up and went outside to look at the sky.

When I arrived, the sun was shining, but I don't know when it got overcast, and the air felt damp and stuffy.

The air conditioning in the villa was on, making it cool and comfortable, so much so that one could ignore the changing weather outside.

A dark cloud drifted over and enveloped the area. Li Wenhe stared at it for a moment, then suddenly had a feeling that he was making eye contact with something.

A chill crept up his spine, and he dared not look away, his whole body stiffening.

Suddenly a hand patted his shoulder. "Why have you been standing outside for so long?"

"Boss." Li Wenhe broke free from the stalemate, turned his head and saw Ming Zhuo, wanting to say something.

Mingzhuo gently shook his head. "Let's go inside first. Business is important."

The two went up to Yang Juntong's bedroom on the second floor, where the others had already gathered.

The overcast sky blurred the line between afternoon and dusk. Li Wenhe glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 6:30.

Mingzhuo: "Remove the magic array. I will escort Yang Xiaoqiang back to his body now."

Upon hearing this name, He Wangyao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He said that Yang Juntong had been hiding his real name from everyone, and that this was his true name.

His smile immediately eased the tense atmosphere.

Brother Jian glanced at him and thought to himself that if the little Taoist priest could still laugh like this, then things were still quite simple.

After all, both the body and the soul are present. Like in the movies, maybe it's enough to let the soul lie back down.

He had some doubts: was the 3 million yuan deposit too much of a bargain?

He soon realized that he had been too naive and had acted too hastily.

As soon as the protective array around the spirit altar was removed, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, and a chilling aura crept wildly into people's bodies.

This is very strange, since the villa uses a high-tech fresh air and constant temperature system.

He wanted to go out onto the terrace to feel the outside temperature, but he froze by the glass door, not daring to move an inch.

Outside, it was pitch black, and from the darkness emerged one shadow after another, their eyes fixed on him with a sinister, viscous gaze that sent chills down his spine.

"Make way!" Several Taoist priests rushed over, wielding ritual implements and throwing exorcism talismans while beginning to form a magic array.

Jian Ge was almost in tears. The flames from the burning talisman illuminated those things, each with its skin torn open and blood flowing from its seven orifices. What else could they be but ghosts!

Oh my god, this is terrifying! I never imagined such a dense array of ghostly scenes!

Turning to look at Mingzhuo on the other side, his expression remained calm as he swiftly formed hand seals to guide the soul back to his body.

Occasionally, a few ghosts would slip through the net and rush close, making Jian Ge's heart leap into his throat. Ming Zhuo impatiently kicked one of them, and the ghosts immediately screamed and disappeared.

The efficiency was surprisingly high; every kick was accurate, and no further adjustments were needed.

In contrast, the others, even with talismans and magical artifacts, still seemed to struggle, completely unlike Ming Zhuo's effortless mastery.

That 3 million was absolutely worth it! It's true what they say, every profession has its own expertise, and he shouldn't have been secretly criticizing the expert!

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Dozens of incense sticks and candles were lit in the dimly lit room.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew out another candle with a snap.

The girl bit her fingers anxiously, "Master, is this not working? Can you send the ghost servants over quickly?!"

"Okay, all of you can come at me together."