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Upon hearing this, Li Zhizhong was overjoyed. He thought Tang Bei was just a hothead, a brainless idiot, and he was determined to ruin him!

"Kid, if you're worried I'll renege on my promise, you can record a video as proof. If I do renege, you can release the video."

"Yes, that is indeed a good idea."

Tang Bei immediately asked him to cooperate in filming a video.

Wen Dayang's expression was complicated; he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

Wen Boyuan then looked at Tang Bei and said respectfully, "Young brother, if you truly cure my father, I will certainly reward you handsomely!"

"Mr. Wen, you're too kind."

Tang Bei smiled and said, "I am a doctor, and saving lives is my responsibility. It's what I should do."

"Please make way, I'll treat the old man right away."

The others immediately made way, afraid of getting in Tang Bei's way.

He walked to the bedside, looked at Old Master Wen, but did not take his pulse. He simply closed his eyes and quietly felt his pulse.

About thirty seconds later, Tang Bei opened his eyes.

"Mr. Wen, have someone prepare some things for me."

"Okay, what do you need?" Wen Boyuan asked.

"A rooster, cinnabar, yellow paper, a writing brush, and a peach wood sword."

As soon as Tang Bei said that, everyone's expressions immediately turned strange.

Is this treatment?

Li Zhizhong then said sarcastically, "Kid, I know you don't have the ability, but you're just putting on airs here."

"Can these things of yours cure illnesses?"

"Hmph, to be honest, you have the potential to be a charlatan. Why don't you become one?"

Tang Bei rolled his eyes at him and cursed, "I understand your ignorance, but can you please stop being such an idiot?"

"You know nothing, yet you're spouting nonsense here. What? Are you afraid people won't know you're an idiot?"

"To tell you the truth, Old Master Wen isn't sick; he's been possessed by an evil spirit!"

Tang Bei's words were like a thunderclap in a clear sky.

Wen Dayang added, "Kid, don't talk nonsense."

"I knew you were up to no good. My dad's possessed? Ha! I don't believe you."

"To tell you the truth, before this, I consulted some experts, and they all said my dad was fine."

Wen Boyuan remained silent, quietly instructing others to prepare what Tang Bei needed.

In his view, Li Zhizhong was beyond cure, so he could only resort to any treatment out of desperation.

They were willing to let Tang Bei give it a try.

What if he can cure it?

Wen Xiaorou asked curiously, "Tang Bei, you're saying my grandfather is possessed by an evil spirit? What exactly happened?"

"Is it like in the movies, that he's possessed by a ghost? The ghost is draining his life force, right?"

"More or less."

Tang Bei gave a perfunctory answer because he didn't know how to explain it to Wen Xiaorou.

There are many types of cases involving possession by evil spirits.

Some people are possessed by malevolent energy, while others are possessed by unclean things...

Or perhaps they were ambushed by someone using magic.

After being defeated by Zhang Heng's magic last time, Tang Bei began to study magic.

Although I haven't mastered it, I've learned a little bit.

He can handle situations like Mr. Wen's.

"Tang Bei, you're amazing!" Wen Xiaorou exclaimed excitedly, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"You actually know Taoist arts."

"Who is your master?"

Tang Bei pursed his lips, not wanting to reveal his own secrets, and deliberately said, "Wen Xiaorou, why do you ask so many questions? Are you a curious child?"

"Shut up! I'm busy saving your grandfather. If we waste time and he dies, I won't be responsible."

Wen Xiaorou immediately shut up.

At this moment, the things Tang Bei had requested were delivered.

The rooster was still struggling desperately, crowing loudly.

Wen Boyuan personally handed the cinnabar to Tang Bei, and said solemnly, "Master Tang, this is what you need."

Please!

"My dad's life depends on you."

At this moment, Wen Boyuan even changed how he addressed him.

Tang Bei smiled wryly, thinking to himself that the other party probably also thought of him as a charlatan.

However, he was too lazy to explain.

Taking the cinnabar, Tang Bei bit his finger and mixed his blood with it.

Then, dip a brush in the ink and draw talismans on the yellow paper.

This was his first time drawing talismans, and he was very inexperienced.

Tang Bei was like a primary school student just learning to write; his writing was crooked and he made many mistakes.

He drew the talisman more than ten times before he finally succeeded.

I drew three talismans.

One was pasted on Grandpa Wen's forehead, one on his chest, and the remaining one on the sole of his foot.

The scene was like a Taoist priest dealing with a zombie.

The scene was very eerie.

Li Zhizhong cursed, "Playing tricks!"

"Just wait and see how you get out of this!"

He was convinced that Tang Bei was a charlatan!

His face was full of smugness.

Tang Bei ignored him, picked up the peach wood sword, and said, "Mr. Wen, I just drew three talismans: one for summoning the soul, one for fixing the soul, and one for exorcising evil spirits."

"Now I am about to begin my spell. You must protect me and not let anyone interrupt me."

"If he's interrupted, the old man is completely beyond saving!"

"Do you understand?"

Seeing Tang Bei's serious expression, Wen Boyuan solemnly replied, "Yes, I will!"

"Master Tang, don't worry, I promise I won't let you be interrupted."

Tang Bei brandished the peach wood sword, but he wasn't just flailing it around randomly; he was doing so according to the methods of Xuanmen magic.

His other hand was forming a mudra, and his voice was as loud as a bell: "Heaven and earth are pure and clear, the universe follows the right path, righteousness suppresses evil spirits."

"Summon the soul, stabilize the soul, return!"

"Evil spirits, appear!"

Suddenly, the peach wood sword roared and a burst of energy erupted, resonating with the three talismans on Old Master Wen's body.

A black aura emanated from the body of the quietly lying old man, just like the black aura of burning garbage.

The black mist gradually condensed and then formed a hideous ghost face.

It's still a female ghost face.

very scary.

Witnessing this scene, Wen Xiaorou was terrified, her whole body trembling, and she hurriedly hid behind Wen Boyuan.

Black energy kept surging out, eventually condensing into a human shape, which then floated in front of the bed.

It glared at Tang Bei, its killing intent surging.

"You deserve to die! How dare you force me out like this!"

"If you want to meddle, then I'll kill you!"

Tang Bei looked at the female ghost, feeling her overwhelming resentment, and frowned, saying, "Evil spirit, cease your rampage!"

"In broad daylight, there is no room for your insolence."

He made a hand seal, and the peach wood sword pointed at her. "Either obey me, or I'll make sure your soul is scattered!"

"Really? That depends on whether you have the ability."

Suddenly, the female ghost began to activate her ghostly power, the black aura changed, and she vanished instantly.

The grotesque scene from before was gone, replaced by a beautiful woman.

An absolutely stunning beauty.

He was still naked.

Her figure is perfect and flawless, clearly visible.

Upon seeing this scene, Tang Bei was startled, and his eyes gradually became unfocused.

What a nice view!

The other person was also looking at Tang Bei, beckoning him with an extremely seductive gaze.

She whispered, "Handsome, do you want it?"

"Come here quickly, she really likes you."

"Put down your peach wood sword, come and hug me..."

"it is good."

Tang Bei nodded subconsciously, slowly loosening his grip on the peach wood sword as he moved closer to the other person.

The female ghost thought to herself, "Men are all the same, you're doomed!"