Her resistance was fierce; she struggled desperately almost the instant Yi Mu regained control of her body.

Yi Mu could only smile wryly as he grabbed Zong Ao's hand, emphasizing to Zong Ao several times in a hurried tone that after knocking him unconscious, he should tie him up tightly.

Without hesitation, Zong Ao turned his hand into a blade and slashed at the back of Yi Mu's head.

After Yi Mu fainted, Zong Ao made sure he was alright and then drove back to his apartment.

Zong Ao wasn't particularly fond of meddling in other people's business, but since Yi Mu had come to him, he couldn't just ignore him.

Zong Ao placed Yi Mu on the sofa and finally got a clear look at him.

The woman's clothing and makeup, aside from being possessed by a ghost, have no other explanation.

This person must be a female ghost; she must be quite powerful to control Yi Mu so easily.

Zong Ao took a shower, returned to the living room, and glanced at Yi Mu.

He was still unconscious, his face was unpredictable, and his gaze moved downwards, settling on his neck.

What is that?

Zong Ao leaned closer, pulled open the shirt collar, and discovered a red ring around Yi Mu's neck.

The neat circle resembles a red line, or perhaps a mark left by a sharp weapon.

In short, this mark looks ominous.

Then, Zong Ao discovered another strange mark around all four of Zong Ao's limbs.

His expression turned serious. He went to his study, took out his phone, and made a call.

"It's me."

An annoyed male voice came from the other end: "Of course I know it's you, sir! Calling so late and disturbing my sleep, you know that?"

Zong Ao showed no remorse for interrupting someone's sweet dream and got straight to the point.

"I have something to ask you. A friend of mine is possessed by a ghost, most likely a female ghost."

He has a red mark on his neck and one on each of his limbs; the color isn't dark. Is he in danger of dying?

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a playful tone in the voice.

"It might be a powerful and alluring ghost. It had troubled relationships in life, and its resentment increased after death. Is your friend particularly good-looking?"

"Ghosts are the most picky about appearances among all ghosts. Tell me quickly, what kind of stunning beauty is your friend?"

Zong Ao's expression was a little strange. Yi Mu was not a woman, although he was more beautiful than most women.

"Get to the point. Is he out of immediate danger?"

When did this happen?

"Last night."

"Bring the person to me tomorrow for a look."

Zong Ao hung up the phone, covered Yi Mu with a blanket, and went back to his room to sleep.

The night was long, and Yimu slept stiffly on the sofa all night.

When Yi Mu opened his eyes the next morning, he could clearly feel that he had regained control of his body.

Zong Ao had already run ten laps around the apartment building before returning.

He came out of the bathroom wearing only a pair of loose-fitting house pants.

While wiping the sweat from her hair with a towel, she heard a sound coming from the sofa and casually bent down to ask, "Are you feeling better—"

One person propped themselves up on the sofa, while the other bent over; both actions were unintentional.

When two lips of different temperatures touched, both of them froze, stunned.

Yi Mu's face, along with his ears, turned bright red in an instant.

He couldn't move his whole body and could only throw himself back onto the sofa like a timid quail.

"Brother Zong, um, I didn't mean to, are you okay?" He was so embarrassed.

Zong Ao remained calm, wrapping the towel around his neck without changing his expression, and bracing himself against the back of the sofa with both hands.

She even spoke to him in that same incredibly sexy manner as before: "Feeling better?"

Yi Mu sniffed; he had been chilled last night, as the air conditioning in Zong Ao's house was blasting.

"I'm all set. Could you please untie the rope for me, brother?"