Pan Weiyin ran over, clutching her fingers, and said through gritted teeth, "Yes, yes, Mother told Second Uncle to lock this jinx up!" Lock him up and then deal with him properly.

"Shut up too! You're always yelling and have no manners!" Old Mrs. Chen scolded Chen Ke not because she cared about Pan Weiyin, but because Chen Ke's act of hitting an elder made her feel that her authority had been challenged.

"Mom, what's wrong, Mom?" Chen Daozhi came in and saw Pan Weiyin clutching her fingers, looking pained.

"Daozhi, Daozhi, come here and teach this little rabbit a lesson—" Pan Weiyin's words stopped abruptly the moment she saw Chen Zhengxin, and she immediately changed her words, "You, your cousin hit my hand with a wooden fish stick for no reason, I don't know what I did to offend him."

Chen Ke never expected that Pan Weiyin possessed such a face-changing skill; it's a real pity she doesn't perform Sichuan opera.

"Chen Ke? How dare you hit someone? This is outrageous! Apologize to your aunt right now!"

Before Chen Daozhi, his own son, could even speak, Chen Zhengxin had already pinned the blame on Chen Ke.

"Second Uncle, don't worry, let's ask Chen Ke what happened first."

"What could be wrong with him? It's just that he grew up in a mountain temple and had no manners or upbringing. He even dared to lay a hand on his elders. He must be a ruthless person!" Just like his cold-hearted mother!

Chen Ke couldn't understand what benefit Chen Zhengxin could gain from belittling his son like that, but he didn't want to delve too deeply into things he couldn't understand, and he just told him to shut up if he said something unpleasant.

Taking out the newly purchased yellow paper and cinnabar, Chen Ke dipped his brush in Chen Zhenghong's medicinal juice, then applied the cinnabar and began to write swiftly and skillfully on the talisman paper.

"Ah! That's the medicine Zheng Hong needs to drink!"

"What kind of unfilial child are you! Have you gone mad?!"

In the time it takes to say two sentences, Chen Ke had already written the talisman, his movements fluid and seamless.

"Ha! You think drawing talismans is so simple? Trying to do it just to look like you know what you're doing—"

Chen Ke pinched the talisman between two fingers and threw it directly at Chen Zhengxin, who suddenly fell silent while speaking.

"······"

Chen Zhengxin glared angrily at Chen Ke, his mouth opening and closing rapidly but no sound came out.

Chen Ke could tell from Chen Zhengxin's expression that he had used very foul language.

Everyone was completely stunned by Chen Ke's move. How did he do that? What kind of talisman was that?

"Chen, Chen Ke, what did you do to your father? Why can't he make a sound?" Old Mrs. Chen asked, her voice steady.

"Impossible! You've never seen a regular mute talisman before?"

The Chen family members, whom I've definitely never seen before:

"How could I not have seen it before? It's just an ordinary silencing talisman. We'll be able to remove it later!" Pan Weiyin raised her chin, looking utterly disdainful.

"Oh, if you can solve it, then I won't. But I still have to remind you, the person is lying here, so try to speak softly, otherwise you might accidentally send the person away."

“You—” Pan Weiyin was about to say something more when Chen Daozhi stopped her.

Chen Ke glanced at Chen Zhenghong lying on the bed. "Are you sure no one's going to talk anymore? In that case, I'll be leaving now. Oh, call me again for the Xuandao competition in two days. I've been in contact with too many unclean things lately, so I need to go into seclusion. Try not to contact me unless it's absolutely necessary."

As Chen Ke swaggered out of the room, the expressions on the faces of everyone inside were quite varied.

Only after Chen Ke's figure disappeared through the door did Pan Weiyin let out a sudden breath, "Look at that arrogant attitude, he simply doesn't take us seriously at all!"

"Alright, Daozhi, take a look at this talisman and see if you can break it," said Old Madam Chen.

Chen Daozhi walked over and was shocked by the profound magical power emanating from the talisman.

Chen Zhengxin shook his head, telling him not to try, as he knew Chen Daozhi couldn't solve it.

At this moment, his heart was also filled with shock. Chen Ke was able to draw a talisman so casually, and the talisman was full of magic power. Even his elder brother probably couldn't do it.

It seems that all of this must have been taught by Master Wudao. Thinking of this, Chen Zhengxin felt full of regret. If only Master Wudao had taken him as a disciple back then.

The Chen family has ultimately declined, and they still have some expertise in ghost hunting.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."

Chen Zhenghong, lying on the bed, coughed and opened his eyes.

"Jung-hong, Jung-hong, you're finally awake! Oh, my son!"

Upon hearing the sound, Pan Weiyin rushed to the bedside and deliberately touched Chen Zhenghong's face with her swollen and red right hand. "Zhenghong, sob sob sob, Zhenghong, it's so good that you've woken up..."

"Dad, Dad, how are you? Is anything bothering you?"

Chen Zhengxin's mouth gaped open: "******"

Chen Zhenghong had actually woken up while Chen Ke and Pan Weiyin were talking. Although Chen Ke was talking nonsense, there was one thing he thought might be true.

That means Pan Weiyin is a harbinger of someone's death, and that person is him!

If she hadn't taken the Soul-Summoning Mirror, he wouldn't be bedridden.

Pry open Pan Weiyin's hands.

"Ahhh, Zheng Hong's hand, my hand, it hurts so much! Be gentle, I was just—"

"You...you go out first."

"Huh? Me? I'm going out?" Pan Weiyin pointed to herself uncertainly.

"Yes, get out of here and stay away from me." He didn't have much time left to live, but he still wanted to die a natural death rather than be cursed to death by this stupid woman.

"cocoa······"

No one present spoke up for Pan Weiyin.

Chen Zhengxin opened and closed his mouth as if he was trying to say something for her, but he couldn't make a sound.

Pan Weiyin could only walk out of the house, looking back every few steps.

"Daozhi, come here."

Chen Zhengxin pulled Chen Daozhi's palm open and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the palm lines of merit protection reappear in Chen Daozhi's hand.

He gambled with his life, and fortunately, he won.

I don't know who was helping Chen Ke last night, but they managed to snatch the merit back from him.

"Second brother, mother, you should go ahead and do your work. I have something to tell Daozhi."

The two nodded and left with sorrowful expressions.

"Dad, my second uncle told me everything."

Chen Zhenghong sighed, "It's good that you know now. I didn't tell you before because I was afraid you would feel burdened. Daozhi, as long as the two of you live in this world, there will be a rise and a fall. If you want to live, you can't be soft-hearted."

Chen Daozhi kept his head down, seemingly lost in thought, and remained silent.

"Besides, your second uncle has no objections to this matter, and I was the one who did it. I will bear all the consequences. You don't need to worry about anything. You just need to focus on your cultivation and lead the Chen family—"

“But Chen Ke is no worse than me.” Chen Daozhi suddenly interrupted Chen Zhenghong, his voice extremely calm.

"He just made a talisman in one stroke using yellow paper and cinnabar that I bought casually outside. It took me eighteen years of hard practice to achieve that. Even if I had, I would be helpless against a talisman he drew casually. Perhaps... you chose the wrong person in the first place."

With a loud "slap!", Chen Daozhi was slapped across the face by Chen Zhenghong.