He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Jiang Siyu's brows furrowed slightly.

She shook her head: "When I bought it, the agent said that this land used to be a barren mountain, and the developer leveled it before building the villa area."

"I don't know the specifics of what it was before."

Yang Guang gave a noncommittal "hmm".

He didn't ask any more questions.

But I've already started making plans in my head.

Last time, I dispersed the old woman's ghost in the back alley of the bar, and I thought that was the end of it.

Thinking that he could just stroll around and casually eat a couple of meals, he would make 200,000 yuan.

How convenient!

But now it seems things aren't that simple.

It's true that the old woman was defeated, but the reason she was able to possess Jiang Siyu wasn't because of how powerful she was.

She was relying on that eerie place in the back mountain to supply her with yin energy.

to be honest.

The old woman is just a tool that uses others' strength against them.

Getting rid of her is easy, but if you don't eradicate the root cause, new things will inevitably emerge sooner or later.

The one who possesses you then might not necessarily be an old woman who drains your yang energy.

What if a tough character comes along? Can Jiang Siyu's small frame withstand it?

And more importantly...

If the problem at the back of the mountain isn't resolved, then receiving this 200,000 yuan won't feel secure.

Yang Guang may not care about anything else, but he absolutely will not allow his business to have after-sales problems.

Although Yang Guang was poor, he never compromised on professional ethics.

The quality and quantity of the products sold must be guaranteed.

Otherwise, if word gets out, what will become of the reputation of the funeral parlor?

Who would dare to come to our door to make a request in the future?

Yang Guang pulled his hand out of his pocket and gestured with his chin toward Jiang Siyu.

"Don't come inside."

"I'll go check out the back mountain first."

Jiang Siyu was taken aback: "The back mountain?"

"Um."

Yang Guang had already started walking, circling around the side of the villa and heading back.

Er Lengzi quickly followed, but stopped after taking two steps.

It sniffed the direction of the back mountain several times.

Then his legs buckled and he landed squarely on the ground.

His two heterochromatic eyes were fixed on the direction of the back mountain, his face full of excitement.

This reaction is exactly the same as when I ate that Kumanthong (a type of Thai spirit).

Yang Guang glanced back at it and immediately burst out laughing.

It seems this isn't difficult.

Yang Guang ignored it.

Jiang Siyu hesitated for a second before following.

The three people and the dog walked around the side of the villa and headed towards the back of the mountain along a path paved with gravel.

The further you go, the denser the vegetation becomes.

The sunlight was mostly blocked by the tree canopy, and the temperature was noticeably several degrees lower than in front.

Yang Guang slowed his pace.

He squatted down and brushed away the dead leaves on the ground with his hands.

Yang Guang placed his fingers on the ground, feeling its temperature.

It turned out to be ice.

Yang Guang stood up and patted the dirt off his hands.

Jiang Siyu walked up behind him and stopped. "What did you find?"

Yang Guang did not turn around.

His gaze passed through the bushes and sparse tree trunks, landing on a bare rock face halfway up the back mountain.

That rock face looks just like a giant snake.

He was hunched over.

It faces Jiang Siyu's villa directly.

Goodness!

There's this thing too?

He slowly turned his head and stared at Jiang Siyu: "Rich lady, the problem with your villa isn't inside the house."

Yang Guang raised his chin towards the back mountain.

"Up there."

Jiang Siyu followed his gaze and saw only an ordinary hillside and a gray-brown rock wall.

She asked, somewhat curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's just a rock, isn't it?"

"Rich lady, don't you think this thing looks like something?"

Jiang Siyu followed Yang Guang's finger and stared at the gray-brown rock wall for a long time.

Then her body stiffened slightly.

You know what?

The outline of that rock wall was winding and crooked, with its front end slightly upturned.

The middle section is curved, and the tail section disappears into the mountain.

At first glance, it looks like a rock.

But after Yang Guang pointed it out, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the shape of that thing was wrong.

She instinctively took half a step back: "A snake?"

"This thing...it's always been here?"

Yang Guang did not answer.

He tilted his head, looked at the rock face again, and clicked his tongue: "Rich lady, I have a question for you."

What's your zodiac sign?

Jiang Siyu was stunned for a moment.

What zodiac sign is it?

Why is this person suddenly checking household registration information?

She hesitated for a second, but still answered, "Born in the Year of the Pig."

Yang Guang's face instantly revealed an expression of "I knew it".

He raised his hand and pointed to the rock wall behind the mountain, clicking his tongue twice.

"Rich lady, I finally understand now."

"Why did that old woman's ghost specifically target you last time?"

"The snake is rushing to the pig."

"You were born in the Year of the Pig, and this thing is shaped like a snake."

"We're inherently incompatible."

"Furthermore, this thing is almost becoming a spirit, and it needs a lot of yang energy to nourish itself and make itself more spiritual."

"So it uses that old woman's ghost to go out through your body and absorb people's vital energy."

To put it bluntly...

"You are its portable power bank."

"And it's right opposite your villa."

You can't escape.

Jiang Siyu's face visibly paled.

She took another half step back, her shoulders hunching slightly.

Seeing her reaction, Yang Guang added, "Besides, I beat that old woman up last time, so she's not a big problem."

"But it's just a gofer."

"The roots are here."

Yang Guang gestured towards the back mountain with his lip.

"If this problem isn't resolved, the next time someone comes to you won't be some old woman."

"It could be something else, something dirtier."

"At that point, it won't be as simple as just absorbing some yang energy."

Jiang Siyu's pretty face completely lost its color.

She subconsciously took half a step closer to Yang Guang.

The distance between the two people has shrunk from one meter to thirty centimeters.

Yang Guang smelled a faint fragrance.

Yang Guang's nostrils twitched.

It smells so good.

Jiang Siyu looked up, her hands gripping her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"So... if I move out and don't live here anymore, will everything be fine?"

Yang Guang nodded: "Moving it away really works."

"But it would be the same if someone else moved in."

"This thing doesn't discriminate against anyone; it's a bottomless pit, and whoever lives in it is doomed."

"It's just that you were born in the Year of the Pig, which clashes with it, so your reaction is particularly noticeable."

"Besides, moving away is only a temporary solution, not a permanent one."

"This thing has become quite powerful. If we don't deal with it now, it won't need to rely on ghosts to absorb any yang energy after a while."

"It will come out by itself when the time comes."

Jiang Siyu's breathing became noticeably rapid.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Yang Guang's arm.

His hand was clenched tightly, his fingertips digging into his faded sports jacket.

"Can you solve this?"

Yang Guang looked down at her hand gripping his arm.

Slender fingers, neatly trimmed nails, and an expensive watch on her wrist.

He didn't rush to answer.

Jiang Siyu added another sentence, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Is 200,000 enough?"

Yang Guang's mind went blank.

These three words are more beautiful than any love words.

She really is a rich woman.

When ordinary people encounter this kind of situation, their first reaction is to think about what to do.

The rich woman's first reaction was to ask how much money it cost.

pattern.

This is the difference in perspective.