Chapter 152

"I suspect your brother has come into contact with a seductive ghost, someone who seduces and bewitches people. Everyone be careful in a bit, don't get bewitched!"

After giving him professional instructions, Chen Muyang led the way and left Yan Chuyao's bedroom.

Yan Junsheng curled his lips in disdain. Even real beauties couldn't seduce him, so how could he be seduced by a mere female ghost?

"Ghostly beauty? Only a fool like his brother would be fooled!"

After looking at the second floor, the three of them went to the third floor.

Upon arriving on the third floor, one can immediately feel the temperature plummet, as if one has instantly arrived in an extremely cold, icy land.

"Everyone be careful!"

Chen Muyang immediately became alert, Yan Junsheng tensed up and dropped his nonchalant attitude, and Secretary Chen trembled, tightly clutching the hem of her boss's clothes.

Yan Junsheng frowned, gave Secretary Chen a cold look, and ultimately said nothing.

Perhaps because the temperature difference was too obvious, this time Chen Muyang didn't search room by room as he did downstairs, but went straight to a certain room.

That was Rong Rong's bedroom, and also where Yan Chuyao usually kept his paintings.

The three of them barged into the house, where they were greeted by a room full of dreamy flowers, which decorated the entire room as if a pampered princess were sleeping in a sea of ​​flowers.

In addition, all the furniture and decorations in the house are both comfortable and beautiful, to the point that they are extremely pleasing to the eye.

Clearly, this is a carefully decorated bedroom for a young girl, filled with the villa owner's deep love and tenderness.

Yan Junsheng's face darkened further. He knew now; his younger brother loved...

"Master, is there a ghost here? Please, Master, catch the ghost quickly!"

His voice was urgent and utterly cold, as if he wished he could smash the ghost he spoke of to pieces on the spot.

Yan Junsheng was extremely cold-blooded; he could no longer bear his younger brother's obsession with ghosts.

"Right here, watch me!" Chen Muyang confidently raised his sword.

Unbeknownst to the three, as soon as Chen Muyang finished speaking, a scroll on the outer wall outside the window of their room trembled slightly.

Before the three entered the house, Rong Rong, sensing the approach, jumped onto the windowsill and slowly moved towards the outside.

As the three of them burst through the door, Rong Rong also managed to reach the outer wall.

If someone in the courtyard were to look up at the third floor at this moment, they would be surprised to find that there is a scroll hanging on the wall of the third floor.

Who would hang a scroll outside their wall?

Fortunately, no one has seen it now.

Rong Rong struggled to hold onto the wall, trying her best to avoid falling.

Finally, she ran up the wall to the second floor and jumped into Yan Chuyao's bedroom through the window.

"So tired!" Rong Rong gasped for breath and collapsed onto the bed, tears still glistening in her eyes.

The sun outside was so hot! She hated herself for not being strong enough to withstand even a little bit of sunlight!

Rong Rong touched her back in grievance, feeling a persistent burning sensation on her skin. No, she needed to soak in cold water.

Fortunately, Yan Chuyao's room had a bathroom and bathtub. Rong Rong ran over, filled the tub with cold water, and lay down in it.

A comfortable sigh escaped her lips instantly. Rong Rong stretched her limbs and adjusted her posture before she could even chuckle to herself.

I don't know where Yan Chuyao's older brother found this dull Taoist priest, he can't even catch her!

They would never have guessed that she was hiding in the room they had searched.

Rong Rong smiled happily, while Chen Muyang was sweating profusely with anxiety.

Yan Junsheng's gaze towards him gradually turned suspicious and cold. Chen Muyang, forcing himself to remain calm, led Yan Junsheng to search the entire third and fourth floors.

No! There's still nothing!

"Master?" Yan Junsheng asked. Although he didn't say anything, his aura was frighteningly heavy.

Chen Muyang had a strange feeling that if he failed to catch the ghost today, Yan Junsheng would turn him into a ghost!

"Ah! I underestimated this vixen! She must have some kind of magic weapon to be able to hide it so well!"

Chen Muyang feigned sudden realization, looking nervously at Yan Junsheng. Yan Junsheng remained noncommittal, but at least the aura around him slowly began to rise.

Chen Muyang quietly wiped away his sweat, rummaged in his pocket, and suddenly pulled out a compass.

"Hehe, I have a magical artifact too! Let's see where the ghosts can escape this time!" Chen Muyang said smugly.

This compass is a powerful tool for catching ghosts. It can ignore any obstacles and always clearly point out the direction of ghosts, even in a maze.

Sigh, such a good magical artifact, he didn't use it at first just because he wanted to catch the ghost with his own strength. Now it seems that his strength is indeed not enough!

Under Yan Junsheng's icy gaze, Chen Muyang fiddled with the compass.

The compass needle spun rapidly, eventually stopping and pointing in a certain direction.

"Found it!" Chen Muyang was overjoyed and took the lead in walking in the direction of the pointer, with Yan Junsheng following behind with a sullen face.

Secretary Chen hesitated for a long time, but finally gritted her teeth and followed.

The three of them went up to the second floor again and stopped in front of Yan Chuyao's room.

Chen Muyang and Yan Junsheng exchanged a glance, and Yan Junsheng pushed open the door.

Chen Muyang and Yan Junsheng immediately looked around, but saw nothing. The room remained exactly as it had been when they had just looked at it.

Yan Junsheng then looked at Chen Muyang, who chuckled and stepped into the room.

The three of them arrived at the center of the room. Chen Muyang turned left and right, staring at the compass in his hand. When the pointer finally stopped pointing to a certain place, Chen Muyang looked up and saw a small room.

It must be the bathroom, Chen Muyang guessed, and stepped forward, suddenly pushing open the door.

The door slammed shut several times because of the excessive force, but the bathroom remained empty, and nothing happened.

"That shouldn't be the case," Chen Muyang said, puzzled.

He was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped, exclaiming with joy, "Found it!"

But it turned out that the peach wood sword hanging at his waist was faintly hot, which indicated that there was a ghost in the bathroom!

Yan Junsheng hurriedly went into the bathroom, and Secretary Chen followed him, trembling.

Chen Muyang excitedly surveyed the entire bathroom. From the outside, everything seemed fine: no mirror, no sink, no cabinets, no bathtub...

In the bathtub!

Chen Muyang picked up his peach wood sword, rushed to the bathtub in three strides, and roared, "You audacious vixen, prepare to die!"

But his sword stopped abruptly halfway through its thrust, "Uh..."

Chen Muyang was speechless for a moment.

It was as if someone had cast a spell on me.

Yan Junsheng sensed something was wrong, and his heart started racing. However, he did not back down. Instead, he took a few steps forward and tried to help Chen Muyang.

"Master!" Yan Junsheng put his arm around Chen Muyang's shoulder and looked warily at the bathtub. The next second, his breath hitched, and he felt as if he were floating on clouds, unable to land on solid ground.

A beautiful woman with alluring black hair, fair skin, and delicate features lay quietly in a bathtub filled with water.

She silently closed her eyes, not even breathing, like a work of art at its most exquisite, every detail of which was unbelievably perfect and perfectly detached from the real world.