The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Chen Siyao handed her phone to Chen Hao. Chen Hao glanced at it and handed it back to her: "Don't worry about it."

"Just ignore it?"

"Wait until noon." Chen Hao walked back to his study. "If we go in now, those things will run away. It'll be too much trouble to search for them one by one once they've escaped."

Chen Siyao nodded, seemingly understanding, and forwarded Chen Hao's words to the fan group. The group was quiet for a moment, then someone else sent a message:

"The gods are right, these things cannot be let go."

"But so many owners still have their belongings in Building A. When will they be able to go back and retrieve them?"

"Forget about your belongings, your life is more important."

"Have you ever thought about this? Building A has never been haunted before, so why is it suddenly haunted?"

After the message was sent, the group was silent for a few seconds, then exploded:

"Was this done on purpose?"

"Do you guys remember? The homeowner in Building A who jumped to his death was still in court a few days before he died, apparently over business matters."

"You mean someone is retaliating?"

"Not necessarily, it could be for other reasons. But it certainly didn't happen naturally."

"If someone deliberately put it there, that person is incredibly malicious. How many people live on those three floors? What if something happens..."

Chen Siyao looked at the discussion in the group chat and the same question popped into her mind. Yes, how did those things come about? And why Building A of all places?

She glanced up at the direction of the study, where Chen Hao was sitting at his desk reading, seemingly oblivious to everything happening outside.

She hesitated for a moment, then decided not to ask. Her brother had said he would handle it by noon, so she would wait until then.

Yang Wanqing, who was scrolling through her phone, suddenly said, "Yaoyao, look at this one."

It's a Weibo post from someone claiming to be a resident of Building A, 31st floor: "I am a resident of the 31st floor. I wasn't home when the incident happened last night, so I escaped unharmed. But all my belongings are inside—my property certificate, bankbooks, photos of my parents, and my children's toys. I want to know, when can I go back to get my things? Can those things really be disposed of? After they're disposed of, will my apartment still be habitable?"

In the comments section, some offered comfort, some gave advice, while others poured cold water on the idea: "That kind of place has been haunted, would you still dare to live there? Aren't you afraid of having a face next to your pillow at night?"

Chen Siyao frowned and replied, "My brother said he'll handle it at noon. It should be fine after that."

After posting, she felt that her words were a bit empty, but she really didn't know anything more.

Her brother didn't say anything to her.

She glanced towards the study; Chen Hao was still in the same position, holding a book and reading quietly.

It was almost noon when Chen Hao came out of his study and said calmly to Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing in the living room, "Let's go, it's time to take care of this matter."

At 11:30 a.m., the sun shone directly down, making the entire Baotian City bright white. The police tape and patrol cars were still in place below Building A.

Chen Hao changed into simple clothes, black trousers and a white T-shirt, looking no different from usual. He walked out of the study, where Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing were already waiting at the door.

"Brother, shall we go now?" Chen Siyao's voice was a little nervous.

Chen Hao nodded: "Let's go."

The three of them entered the elevator, and Chen Siyao couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what are you planning to do with those things?"

"Those who should disperse, disperse; those who should leave, leave." Chen Hao's tone was very calm.

Yang Wanqing pressed further, "Then what about that banner you mentioned?"

"It's ruined."

Chen Siyao wanted to ask more, but the elevator reached the first floor. The doors opened, and the three of them walked out of Building B and headed towards Building A. The sun was blazing, and the ground was scorching hot, but the closer they got to Building A, the lower the temperature became, as if they had stepped from summer into autumn.

A large crowd had already gathered downstairs at Building A. Patrol vehicles were parked outside the cordon, and several uniformed officers were maintaining order. An ambulance was parked nearby with its doors open, and several medical personnel were sitting inside, ready to respond.

There were seven or eight people standing in front of the cordon. Some were wearing suits, some were wearing uniforms, and there was an old man in a gray Taoist robe. He had white hair and a youthful face, held a peach wood sword in his hand, and had a Bagua compass hanging at his waist. He had an extraordinary demeanor.

Chen Siyao, with her sharp eyes, immediately recognized the person next to the old man: "Brother, look at that—it looks like Qian Hong, the CEO of Baotian City developer."

Chen Hao glanced over. Qian Hong, in his early fifties, wore a dark blue suit, his hair neatly combed, and stood next to the old man with a respectful expression. Several other people stood beside him, all in suits and ties, clearly high-ranking company executives. He Zhongwei, the manager of the housekeeping department, stood at the very edge, bowing and scraping.

Qian Hong was speaking to the old man, his voice not loud, but with a hint of earnestness: "Mr. Zhang, I'm really troubling you this time. You've heard about what happened in Building A; it's all over the internet, and the company's stock price dropped three points at the opening today. If this drags on any longer, I won't be able to explain it to the board of directors."

The old man stroked his beard, his expression calm: "Don't worry, Mr. Qian. I was the one who dealt with this mass grave back then, and it's been sealed for over twenty years without any problems. Although it was damaged this time, now that I'm here, I won't let it continue to cause trouble."

Qian Hong's eyes lit up: "Old Zhang, are you confident?"

The old man snorted, his tone laced with arrogance: "I, Zhang Dechang, have studied martial arts at Longhu Mountain for forty years. Although I am from a collateral branch, I have never encountered a problem that I cannot solve in the field of feng shui and numerology. A few wandering ghosts are nothing to me."

Qian Hong nodded quickly: "Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Zhang. The company will definitely reward you handsomely once it's done."

Zhang Dechang waved his hand: "Whether there's a generous reward or not is another matter. I'll go up and take a look first." He picked up his peach wood sword, hung the Bagua compass on his waist, and took out several talismans from his cloth bag, tucking them between his fingers. He walked to the cordon and said to the patrolling guards, "Open the gate."

The patrolman glanced at Qian Hong, who nodded. The cordon was pulled open slightly, and Zhang Dechang strode in.

As Chen Hao and his two companions walked to the foot of Building A and were about to go inside, a person in a property management uniform reached out and stopped them.

"Halt! This area is blocked off, you can't come in!"

Chen Siyao stepped forward: "We're here to solve the problem."

The man glanced at them, his expression disdainful: "Solve problems? What problems can a few greenhorns like you solve? Go away, don't cause any more trouble."

He Zhongwei walked over from Qian Hong and recognized Chen Siyao at a glance. His expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and said with a forced smile, "Oh, isn't this Miss Chen? What, you're going in too?"

Chen Siyao frowned: "Manager He, my brother is here to help. He can handle the situation in Building A."

"Your brother?" He Zhongwei glanced at Chen Hao, a smirk playing on his lips. "That internet celebrity? Master Chen?"

Chen Siyao's face darkened: "He's not an internet celebrity. He's really amazing."

He Zhongwei laughed, a disdainful laugh: "Miss Chen, I know your brother is somewhat famous online, making quite a stir with all that talk about the Queen Mother of the West and Qin Shi Huang. But this is reality, not a live stream. Look—"

He pointed to the entrance of Building A, "Master Zhang Dechang of Longhu Mountain, a genuine Feng Shui master with forty years of experience. Can your brother, a mere thirty-year-old, compare to him?"

Chen Siyao panicked: "My brother—"

"Alright, alright," He Zhongwei waved his hand impatiently. "Old Zhang is already handling it; we don't need you. Hurry up and leave; don't get in the way."

Before Chen Siyao could say anything more, Chen Hao reached out and stopped her.

"Brother?" She looked up at him.