When Fang Zhiyi arrived, Ah Zhen's house was in chaos. The front door was not closed, and many people were crowding at the door to watch the commotion. Fang Zhiyi squeezed in with difficulty and saw Ah Zhen with red eyes, stuffing cornbread into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, and he was stretching his neck to swallow.

"It's probably a ghost," an old man said, shaking his head.

"Yes, I've heard that this happens when someone is possessed by a hungry ghost."

"We don't have any exorcism masters around here, what should we do?"

Seeing Ah Zhen's family in a state of panic, Fang Zhiyi was about to speak when a fortune teller squeezed in.

"Make way! Let me see!"

The crowd turned around, saw the man's attire, and immediately made way for him.

Ah Zhen's life wasn't meant to end there! At that moment, a master appeared!

Fang Zhiyi knew at a glance that this guy was a fraud, because the original owner had also bought a talisman from him at a high price, but it was useless and he was almost dragged into the pond by a wild ghost.

“Oh, this is an evil spirit possessing you.” The man stroked his goatee with an air of nonchalance.

Ah Zhen's family hurriedly asked, "Master, please save him!"

"This is a bit tricky..." The master showed a troubled expression.

Ah Zhen's wife immediately understood: "We can pay for it!"

Upon hearing the word "money," the master's expression softened: "It's not about the money. Even if you gave me money, I would use it to help others..."

Despite saying that, he still reached out his hand.

As a porter, he usually just ran errands and delivered goods for others. He didn't have any money at home. It took his wife and mother a long time to scrape together a handful of copper coins. His wife gritted her teeth and took off the silver hairpin that was part of her dowry.

The master then accepted it with satisfaction: "Alright, since I've run into you, it means I have a connection with your family. Leave this to me!"

"Master Dao, should we just ignore him?" Xiao Bai asked in a low voice.

Fang Zhiyi shook her head: "Do you think it will make any difference if I go out and say something now? Look at these people."

They were all ordinary people, and seeing the master's otherworldly appearance, they were already seven or eight parts convinced. If Fang Zhiyi were to stand up now, she would probably be seen as a troublemaker.

Fang Zhiyi watched coldly as the master muttered something and then performed a feat of lighting a paper talisman with his bare hands, an action that drew admiration from everyone.

"These con artists' tricks are classic no matter which world they're in," Fang Zhiyi shook her head.

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist priest performed a feat of telekinesis. He said something about asking the gods for medicine, and with a flick of his hand, a red pill appeared in his palm. He then had Ah Zhen's wife pry open Ah Zhen's mouth and force it down his throat.

Actually, there's no need for that at all, because at this point, Ah Zhen wouldn't eat anything except the tables and chairs; he wanted to bite into everything he saw.

After swallowing the pill, he indeed stopped moving, and his eyes became unfocused.

"It works? This guy's got some skills!" Xiaobai's eyes widened.

Fang Zhiyi glanced at it helplessly: "How did you become a demon? How can you be so stupid?"

"Um?"

"Useless! That technique is just a magic trick, and the pills... were laced with sleeping pills." Fang Zhiyi's gaze was fixed on the fake master. "His methods were despicable."