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

"Brother," Chen Siyao's voice was unusually calm, almost unnaturally so, "Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

Chen Hao looked completely innocent: "What's wrong?"

"You just 'remembered' a spell, 'learned' it, and then purified the entire ghost realm?" Chen Siyao uttered each word clearly. "Then what was I doing all that time?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment: "Physical training?"

Chen Siyao took a deep breath.

Yang Wanqing whispered from the side, "Brother Hao, you had the ability to solve this a long time ago, right? You could have solved it from the very beginning, right?"

Chen Hao looked at the two of them, paused for two seconds, and then said, "Yaoyao, weren't you having a lot of fun just now? I wonder if it was more exciting than the escape rooms you played at school?"

Chen Siyao was stunned.

"Those spirits, you took them down one by one with your sword, wasn't that satisfying?" Chen Hao's lips curled into a slight smile. "That last ghost king, you fought for ages, and although you didn't kill him, your skills have improved a lot since you went in. Don't you think?"

Chen Siyao opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't say a word. Because she genuinely felt great. She genuinely felt she had become more capable. She genuinely... had a lot of fun.

The chat room was completely in an uproar:

[I am Ying Zheng: So the High God prepared a real-life escape room for Yao Yao? That's such a siscon!]

[Fudan University's most handsome student: This god is carrying a girl! And it's the real-life version! Treating the Ghost Realm like a dungeon!]

[Dongmen Chuixue: I understand now. The Supreme God didn't come to resolve the ghost realm; he came to create a new instance for Yao Yao.]

[Flexible application: While others are carrying girls in games, this god-like player is carrying girls to fight ghosts. I'm impressed by this level of strategic thinking.]

[Youyou: So, Yaoyao played for so long just now, but in the eyes of the High God, it was just "having a lot of fun"?]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: God: Yao Yao, don't you like escape rooms? Come on, I'll get you a real one. The kind with a ghost king.]

[The young Taoist priest at Qingfeng Temple: I've studied Feng Shui for forty years, and I've never seen anyone treat the ghost realm like a playground. The Supreme God truly is a Supreme God.]

Chen Siyao looked at the comments on the screen, then at Chen Hao, wanting to get angry, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up slightly.

"Brother," she said.

"Um?"

"Could you please give me a heads-up next time? I almost got killed by the Ghost King just now."

Chen Hao looked at her and said seriously, "No, it won't happen. I've been watching."

Chen Siyao was stunned for a moment. Then she understood—her brother had always been behind her, within three meters, and had never left her side.

No matter how she fought, ran, or was repelled, he was there. Every time the Ghost King lunged at her, he managed to stop him. He didn't intervene because he knew she didn't need to.

She looked up at him and said, "Then could you please not make me hit so hard next time? My arms are sore."

Chen Hao laughed: "Okay. I'll let you play something easier next time."

"There really will be a next time?" Chen Siyao's eyes widened.

Chen Hao didn't answer, turned and walked towards the stairwell. After a few steps, he glanced back at her and said, "Let's go home for dinner."

Chen Siyao watched his retreating figure, sighed, and pulled Song Xinxue and Yang Wanqing to follow him.

"Brother! You still haven't explained yourself clearly! What do you mean by 'simpler'? And when is 'next time'?"

"Brother! Wait for me!"

"elder brother!"

The sound echoed in the stairwell, and sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a warm glow on the four people's backs.

Downstairs, Qian Hong stood outside the police cordon, watching the entrance to Building A. He had been standing there for a long time. From the moment Chen Hao went in until now, he hadn't left his post.

His phone rang. It was his assistant calling.

"Mr. Qian! The surveillance cameras in Building A are back online! All indicators on floors 29, 30, and 31 are normal! The temperature has risen, and the air quality is normal too! Those... those things, they're all gone!"

Qian Hong's hands were trembling. He hung up the phone and stared at the door of Building A. The door opened, and four people walked out. Leading the way was a young man in a white T-shirt and black trousers, his expression calm, as if he had just returned from grocery shopping.

Three girls followed behind him, one holding a phone, one supporting another, chattering away.

Qian Hong quickly went to meet him.

"Master Chen!" His voice was a little hoarse, "Is it... resolved inside?"

Chen Hao looked at him and nodded.

Qian Hong's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice from trembling: "Thank you. Thank you so much."

Chen Hao didn't say anything, walked past him, and headed towards Building B.

As Chen Siyao passed by Qian Hong, she stopped and said, "Mr. Qian, the person who's unconscious is still on the 31st floor. His name is Fan Hai, and he's the one who caused all this trouble. He also orchestrated the resident's suicide attempt. My brother asked you to report this to the special departments; they'll handle it."

Qian Hong was stunned: "It was him? Did you report it to the Special Affairs Bureau?"

"Special Intelligence Bureau?" Chen Siyao asked, somewhat puzzled.

Qian Hong explained, "The Special Affairs Bureau, also known as the Special Incident Handling Bureau, specializes in handling things like the supernatural, spirits, and other things that ordinary people cannot see."

Chen Siyao nodded knowingly. "By the way, my brother said that your manager is tainted with yin energy, which is probably related to Fan Hai."

Upon hearing this, Qian Hong's face darkened, and he looked at He Zhongwei.

He Zhongwei, standing to the side, knelt down in fear. "President Qian, this has nothing to do with me. Fan Hai owns several properties in our area. I only helped out a little and didn't get involved in anything else."

"You traitor, go inside and explain your nonsense to the Special Affairs Bureau," Qian Hong ordered the patrol officers beside him to take He Zhongwei into custody.

"Let me go, let me go! I haven't broken the law, I'm just doing my job as a housekeeper!" He Zhongwei tried to resist, but the patrol officers wouldn't listen to his explanation and took him away.

"Nothing much, I'm leaving now," Chen Siyao said, and chased after Chen Hao.

Qian Hong nodded hurriedly and called out from behind, "Yes, yes, Miss Chen, I will definitely come to thank you in person another day."

Qian Hong stood there, watching the four people's backs, and let out a long breath. He turned to look at Building A—the sunlight shone brightly on the glass, almost blindingly so. Those once dark windows were now filled with light.

The police tape at Building A of Baotian City was removed. Patrol cars drove away one by one, and the area downstairs returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Song Xinxue followed Chen Siyao and her group back to the top floor of Building B. The moment she stepped into the living room, her legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.

"Sister Xue!" Chen Siyao quickly caught her. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing." Song Xinxue shook her head, her face still a little pale. "It's just... my legs are a little weak."

Yang Wanqing helped her sit down on the sofa. Yuehen ran over, jumped onto the sofa, and buried her head in Yang Wanqing's arms. Song Xinxue looked down at the fluffy little thing, reached out and rubbed it, and her nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed.

Chen Hao brought out a pot of tea from the kitchen and poured her a cup. The tea was pale golden in color and emitted a faint, delicate fragrance.

"Have some to calm your nerves."

Song Xinxue held the teacup with both hands and took small sips. As the tea entered her throat, a warm sensation rose from her stomach and spread to her limbs. Her hands stopped trembling, and her heartbeat gradually calmed down.

"Chen Hao." She put down her teacup, looked up at him, her voice a little hoarse, "Thank you. If it weren't for you... if it weren't for that jade pendant you gave me..."

She couldn't continue. That night, when Fan Hai reached out to grab her, the jade pendant suddenly became hot, and an unseen force repelled him.

Later, those spirits surrounded the entrance, and the jade tablet kept glowing, so those things dared not approach.

Clutching the jade pendant, she huddled in a corner, listening to knocking, laughter, and crying all night long, thinking she was going to die there.