As Ji Linyuan finished setting up the barrier and turned around, he saw Lin You supporting Lin Youfeng, the head of the Lin family, as they slowly walked in.

Lin You had met Ji Linyuan a few times at the hospital, so she naturally recognized him.

Upon seeing him, she eagerly pointed at Ji Linyuan: "Clan leader, it's him! He's Lin Sijin's boyfriend!"

Lin You deliberately emphasized the last three words, his eyes filled with malice.

This Lin Sijin dared to throw all his belongings out, burn them, and even film it for him to see. He has to pay the price!

Lin Youfeng is seventy-two years old this year, and his thinking is outdated and rigid.

He coveted the position of Palace Master of Tian Ce Palace for most of his life, but he could never surpass the original owner's maternal grandfather, so he had no choice but to join Qingfeng Temple instead.

Seeing Si Jin with a man, she immediately became furious. Leaning on her cane, she took two steps forward and asked in a harsh voice, "Where is Lin Si Jin?"

“He’s resting.” Ji Linyuan smiled politely. “If you want to see him, you can sit in the main hall of the courtyard and wait for him to wake up.”

"Nonsense! I'm his maternal great-uncle. I'm already being generous by not making him kneel to greet me when I come here. Do you expect me to wait for him to wake up?"

"As expected, disgusting gay men are the most ill-mannered and don't deserve to step into the Lin family's door!"

Lin Youfeng cursed a couple of times, then used his cane to push his way past Ji Linyuan and into Si Jin's room.

But before they could take two steps, they were overturned to the ground by a sudden gust of cold wind.

The fragile old bones emitted a clear "thud".

Before they could even utter a shout, they saw ten ghostly guards, their bodies emanating black energy, surround them.

He exuded an aura of yin energy, and his eyes gleamed with a scarlet light as he faced the living soul.

But the one with even stronger yin energy was the living person opposite—Ji Linyuan.

The man smiled faintly and said, "If you spoke more politely, I would believe you were a close relative of mine and would naturally treat you with courtesy."

"But now... you just stay here and wait, don't even go into the main hall."

Having said that, he walked past the terrifying ghost guards and stood before the forest.

She lowered her hand and snapped his index finger without any politeness, speaking softly and calmly: "And you, pointing your finger at others is also impolite."

After finishing these tasks, Ji Linyuan went out to find a kitchen.

His steps were leisurely, yet he resembled a Yama, the King of Hell, who had walked out of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

Lin You was covered in cold sweat, grimacing as he gripped his fingers in pain, and leaned close to Lin Youfeng to ask, "Grand...Grand Uncle, what exactly is Ji Linyuan? Why is his aura so heavy with yin energy?"

Lin Youfeng seemed to realize something, his face turned deathly pale, and he murmured to himself.

"Could it be... that he was that child born in the year, month, day, and hour of Yin, the one whom the Xuanmen (Taoist sects) collectively hunted down, the one with a natural ability to attract ghosts, the one who was said to bring misfortune to the world, that... that... ominous child..."

"No, that's not right." The more Lin Youfeng thought about it, the more his scalp tingled, and he began to mutter to himself.

Memories from many years ago are running wildly through my mind—

At that time, he clearly took advantage of the fact that the child still had some humanity left, and had someone kidnap him to the ghost town.

Too many people have died in this ghost town; wronged souls and vengeful ghosts are everywhere. The city lord seems to be the nephew of the King of Hell.

If someone with this ghost-attracting constitution were thrown in, they would be torn to shreds immediately.

He was also praised by Qingfeng Temple for eliminating a scourge for the world and became the grandmaster.

But why is Ji Linyuan still alive and well...?

Lin Youfeng found it increasingly terrifying and felt that he could not stay in the Lin family's old house for long.

He immediately pulled out a talisman from his pocket, intending to drive away the ghost.

But it doesn't work at all!

He used every talisman and magical artifact imaginable, and his old hands were cut raw and bloody.

The ghost guards from the ghost city remained motionless beside him.

Lin Youfeng and Lin You worked together for more than four hours that morning.

The ghost guards didn't waver at all; instead, they saw Ji Linyuan obediently serving hot meals again and again.

Those who came confidently seeking revenge turned out to be nothing more than clowns.

They could only stand there dumbfounded and wait.

… …

It wasn't until the afternoon that Si Jin lazily sat up, had Xiao Yao activate pain shielding, ate a bowl of barley porridge, and then got dressed and got out of bed.

Ji Linyuan quickly stopped him: "Brother, I already said there's nothing outside. You can't come down if you haven't rested well, otherwise I'll... I'll get angry!"

“＜(｀^′)＞ ”

"Really? Then who are those two outside who are so tired they're practically lying on the ground?" Si Jin teased him while tying his tie. "Perfect timing, I can take back Tian Ce Palace today and crush their hopes right in front of them."

As he spoke, he had already buttoned up his suit jacket, stretched his limbs, and casually said, "I've already rested, I'll sleep again tonight."

Ji Linyuan, holding his bowl, muttered, "Are you still sleeping tonight??"

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Tomorrow I'll be able to write about retaking Tian Ce Palace, entertainment programs, and live ghost-catching!

Are you all on holiday? Can I give Jinzai and Yuanzai some free little gifts?