"What did you send her there for? Why can't I sense her anymore?"
Ruan Yu's face was filled with terror. She suppressed the scream that was about to burst out and frantically groped for a red prayer rope on her body.
As soon as the rope appeared, the little devil who was choking her was flung away by a beam of red light and crashed heavily against the wall with a shriek.
The little devil's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness, his venomous eyes watching Ruan Yu warily as she clutched her throat and coughed violently.
A section of the prayer rope on Ruan Yu's hand burned off. After she recovered, she quickly reassured him, "Zhuangzhuang, calm down. What I sent Guoguo to do is not dangerous. She will be back soon."
"You can't sense her presence; she's probably just being mischievous and playing hide-and-seek with you."
Zhuangzhuang snorted coldly, his voice sinister: "That's for the best."
"What about the playmate you promised me last time, the one you were going to give to me and Guoguo? Why haven't you brought him yet?" Zhuangzhuang flew up to Ruan Yu, his mouth twitching all the way to his ears, and said in a gloomy voice, "Don't forget, this is something you promised yourself, it's part of our contract."
"I can't do it... but there will be a backlash."
"I came here today for this very reason." Ruan Yu gripped the prayer rope tightly, a shadow flashing across her eyes, and spoke softly, "I haven't found a child whose destiny matches yours, so I plan to take you out and let you choose for yourself."
"Then what are we waiting for? Take me there quickly!" Zhuangzhuang's eyes lit up, and he turned around and flew back into a small, dark jar placed on the table.
Ruan Yu took a deep breath, slowly stepped forward, picked up the small jar, and walked out with an extremely gloomy expression.
She regretted it; she shouldn't have asked that monk to bring back the most wicked little devil to raise.
Over the years, although these two little devils have helped her accomplish many things, their demands have also increased, and now they even want to offer human sacrifices to them.
If this continues, she will be implicated by them.
Once she's sure Meng Lei is dead, she needs to figure out a way to get rid of them...
Cheng Yi, who was playing games on the sofa, heard footsteps and asked without looking up, "Mom, are you going out?"
"Yes, play fewer games and do your homework earlier." Ruan Yu put the small jar into her bag, put on her coat, gave Cheng Yi a word of advice, and then went out.
She had barely stepped out the door when Meng Lei returned to the villa with Meng Qinian and Master Zhang.
Cheng Yi hurriedly switched to the game page, pretending to be looking up study materials, and greeted Meng Lei with a smile: "Uncle Meng, you're back."
He looked at Meng Qinian: "Brother Qinian."
Meng Qinian put his hands in his pockets, sneered coldly, and said, "Don't call me brother. My mother only gave birth to me. I don't have a younger brother."
Cheng Yi's smile faltered slightly, and a shadow of gloom flashed across his eyes.
Meng Lei reprimanded Meng Qinian with displeasure, then turned to Master Zhang, who was pacing back and forth in the hall with his disciples, and asked, "Master Zhang, how is it? Have you figured anything out?"
He asked cautiously, "Is there a ghost in my house?"
Master Zhang stroked his mustache and paced back and forth in the room, pretending to be serious. Finally, he pointed randomly to a spot and said with a serious expression, "Boss Meng, there really is a ghost in this room. It's hiding up there!"
The direction Master Zhang pointed was towards the Meng family's attic. He turned around and asked, "Boss Meng, whose room is up there?"
Before Cheng Yi could figure out what was going on, he heard Master Zhang ask a question and instinctively replied, "The upper floor is the attic, the room my mother usually keeps miscellaneous items in."
After answering, he asked Meng Lei somewhat blankly, "Uncle Meng, what's going on...?"
"Don't worry about the kids," Meng Lei said, then turned to Master Zhang and said, "Master Zhang, then I'll trouble you to get rid of that ghost for me. Don't worry, money is no problem!"
Master Zhang, beaming with pride, replied, "No problem!"
He picked up his tools and, with his disciples, headed towards the attic.
Meng Qinian and Meng Lei felt a chill run down their spines. They wanted to follow, but Master Zhang stopped them, saying, "Hey, Boss Meng, I can't look after you while I'm fighting the ghost. You should stay in the hall and wait for my good news."
Meng Lei forced a smile: "Okay, then I'll leave it to Master Zhang."
Master Zhang nodded solemnly.
The three of them quickly went to the attic.
Master Zhang's eldest apprentice, Jia Ping'an, couldn't help but ask, "Master, is there really a ghost in this attic?"
"What ghosts? Believe in science, okay? Where are ghosts in this society these days?" Master Zhang rolled his eyes in annoyance.
The second apprentice, Wen Yongkang, scratched his head: "But didn't you just say there was something fishy going on?"
"I made that up." Master Zhang chuckled. "The least frequented part of a rich person's villa is the attic. The attic is shady, so isn't it the perfect place for filth to hide?"
"Most of this supernatural stuff is just rich people scaring themselves. The three of us, master and disciples, will just do a simple ritual to put their minds at ease."
That's right, Master Zhang is a fraudster who specializes in studying the psychology of the rich.
He made a living by swindling and cheating. After being invited by a big boss to "exorcise evil spirits" for his wife, he gradually gained some fame.
However, he knew in his heart that if he could lie, he would lie; if he couldn't, he would tell his boss that the matter was too troublesome and ask him to find someone else.
So, after all these years, he hasn't been exposed yet.
Similarly, when Meng Lei said that a ghost wanted to harm him, he also thought that Meng Lei had paranoia.
Since it's a case of delusions, all we need to do is perform an exorcism to calm his mind.
Jia Pingan understood, and his tense nerves relaxed a bit. When he arrived at the attic door, he pushed it open and complained, "Damn, it's good to be rich. This attic is bigger than my whole house."
As soon as the door opened, a dreamy and whimsical room appeared before them.
The floor was covered with a soft pink carpet, an exquisitely carved wooden horse, a cabinet full of princess dresses and dolls, and some extremely expensive toy cars and Ultraman models.
The little rocking horse was still swaying back and forth, as if a child was sitting on it and playing.
In the middle of this whimsical room, there is a small wooden table covered in black paint.
On top was a small black jar, and in front of the jar was an incense burner with three sticks of incense burning slowly inside. Scattered around the incense burner were some candies and snacks.
The room, both whimsical and extremely eerie, immediately stunned the three masters and their disciples.
Wen Yongkang swallowed hard and turned to Master Zhang: "Master, this..."
"It's alright, this is probably just a rich person's hobby." Master Zhang suppressed his unease and calmly said, "Maybe it's a prop for the boss's son to use for cosplay?"
"Cosplay props?" Jia Pingan stepped inside, stood in front of the small wooden table, and curiously reached out to pick up the small jar.
"This prop is quite realistic," Jia Pingan said. "There are even incantations engraved on it!"
Wen Yongkang felt the temperature around him dropping. He crossed his arms and shivered, then said, "Let's hurry up and finish this and go down. I feel a little creeped out."
Master Zhang nodded, and was just about to ask Jia Ping'an to put down his things and come over to help when he suddenly heard an angry, shrill child's voice: "Get your filthy hands off me! Who gave you permission to touch my sister!"
Immediately afterwards, a dark figure crawled rapidly from the ground toward Jia Ping'an.
Jia Pingan: "!!!"
"Ah—! A ghost!!!"
When Meng Qinian and Meng Lei, who were sitting in the living room, heard the scream coming from the attic, their expressions changed and they turned around and ran towards the attic.
Cheng Yi panicked and instinctively wanted to follow, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a cool hand. He was so frightened that he tried to shake it off, but Ruan Yu's voice rang out: "Don't go."
Cheng Yi turned around, looking surprised: "Mom?"
Ruan Yu's face turned pale, and the prayer rope she was holding had been burned down to a stub. She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't go up there, come with me!"
She never expected that Meng Lei was not dead, and that he had returned with the so-called master.
But it doesn't matter, this angry brat will definitely kill him.
What she needs to do now is to create an alibi for herself and Cheng Yi!
Without giving Cheng Yi a chance to react, she grabbed him and pulled him towards the door.
As soon as she reached the door, she saw a small figure leap in through the villa's gate.
"Ouch." Nan Yuanman rolled on the ground to dissipate her strength. She raised her head and looked past the shocked Ruan Yu and her son at the pavilion shrouded in yin energy and resentment.
"Thank goodness, I made it in time."
Her bright, clear eyes darted around, and she smiled as she opened the small coffin towards Ruan Yu: "Auntie, I've picked up what you dropped!"
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