As soon as I pushed the door open, there stood that beautiful woman.

The woman looked quite satisfied, as if she had just enjoyed a feast.

In the woman's hands, she held a small fish tank, inside which there seemed to be something that looked like a fish.

I gripped my sword tightly, ready to strike at any moment.

But the woman acted as if she didn't see me, walked past me, and went straight to the small pool in the room.

I hurried downstairs to check on Lao Dao.

I had a bad feeling.

Has that old rascal Lao Dao been drained dry?

I rushed to Lao Dao's room, which was now slightly ajar.

When I came in, Lao Dao was putting on his pants.

"Old Dao, are you alright?"

I rushed in and shouted anxiously.

They were afraid that something might have happened to Lao Dao.

Old Dao wasn't as weak as one might have imagined; he was just a little pale and still looked like he hadn't had enough of what he was going to do earlier.

Even a fool could guess what happened.

"Brother Chen, you're here! You have no idea what just happened, sigh!"

Old Dao couldn't help but laugh as he said this; from today onwards, his dreams will be sweet.

"I went upstairs to check on you just now, and the lady of the house found me when I came back. She was worried that something might be wrong, so she came to check on you. It seems you're alright."

I carefully observed Lao Dao and determined that apart from being a little weak, he didn't have any major problems.

Just as I thought, the other party did indeed draw away some of Lao Dao's yang energy, but not too much.

Some was still left for Lao Dao.

"Hey, Brother Chen, you just went upstairs? Aren't you afraid they'll find out?"

Old Dao was worried for me when he heard me go upstairs.

“This place is so strange. There’s only one room upstairs, and I only saw the lady of the house. The old man, the child, and the man of the house are all gone.”

I closed the door for Lao Dao, found a chair, and plopped down in it.

Old Dao frowned upon hearing this: "Only one room? I didn't see anyone else? Could they have gone out?"

I shook my head and told Lao Dao that my room's window faced the front door, and if anyone went out, I would definitely notice.

"You mean they really are ghosts?" Old Dao was a little dumbfounded, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became.

"It doesn't seem like it. The yang energy on your body was very strong just now. Ordinary ghosts would never get too close to you."

I refuted Lao Dao's statement.

Then I looked at the table, where there was some spilled water, probably from the fish tank.

I was a little confused. If the woman was interested in Lao Dao, why did she go to the trouble of bringing the fish along?

I then asked Lao Dao for details. Lao Dao blushed with embarrassment at first, and then vividly recounted what had just happened to me.

When Lao Dao described how the lady of the house was very witty and even blindfolded him, I became a little unsettled, and an absurd idea popped into my head.

I asked Lao Dao if the lady of the house brought a fish tank or anything when she came.

Old Dao was taken aback: "No, why would you take the fish tank out of the blue?"

I'm starting to feel sorry for Lao Dao now.

It's likely that the thing the proprietress used to extract yang energy was the fish in the fish tank.

That makes sense.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen, even if she is a ghost, I won't lose out. Besides, you said yourself that she isn't."

Old Dao began to hypnotize himself.

I really wanted to tell Lao Dao that the thing that drained his yang energy wasn't some boss lady, but probably just a fish.