The male supporting character was actually myself.

In the few days I've been at Wangxiangtai, apart from getting some graded ghost food from the food maker at the beginning because I wasn't sure about their spending level, all the other meals I ordered were ready-made from the Ghost Market Restaurant for a few Yin Si coins.

Since we're hosting a banquet for the soul-collecting underworld officials today, let's upgrade the event.

“That’s excellent. Let’s go down the mountain together, brothers. I’ll go and book a good meal; brother, could you please go and invite the soul-summoning underworld officials over? We can chat in my little hut!”

"No problem! Remember to give me a red envelope. When we've had enough of chatting, just slip it to me, and the deal will be done."

After discussing it, the two ghosts floated down from the Looking-Homeward Terrace and went off to do their own things.

Meanwhile, in a slightly remote residential area in Dujiang City, Wang Baoyi and his four disciples carefully and meticulously inspected the rooms and corridors.

“Mr. Murong, forgive my bluntness, but there’s not a trace of yin energy in this room. It doesn’t look like it’s been haunted.” Wang Baoyi hesitated and said, “Are you sure it’s not an illusion? Where is that friend who also encountered the vengeful ghost? Could we invite him here? I’d like to ask him about the situation in detail.”

Murong Liangchen's face twitched, and he said irritably, "That guy didn't go inside, he just made a commotion outside the window. Isn't it normal that there's no yin energy inside? My friend..."

His face darkened slightly as he mumbled, "She was so frightened by what she saw that she lost her way and fell down the stairs, breaking her neck and dying. I haven't been able to explain this to her yet. Master Wang, please ask the relevant departments to put in a good word for me. It has nothing to do with me if she falls to her death from being frightened by a ghost."

"Dead?" Wang Baoyi was displeased. Even if it was a haunted house outside the glass, there would still be some yin energy left inside. However, he couldn't explain anything to an outsider like him who knew nothing about such things. So he explained with a long face, "Whenever ghosts appear, they will definitely leave traces of yin energy."

However, I did not sense any yin energy. Furthermore, since the evil spirits had been suppressed and driven away, they could never return to the human world. I had to ask other people who had also witnessed the incident before I could draw a conclusion.

"Since he's already dead, it doesn't matter. I'm taking some disciples to the underworld for trials anyway. We can just go to the underworld in Dujiang and find your friend to ask him about it. Mr. Murong, please rest assured, I'll contact the relevant departments to suppress this matter immediately, and I guarantee that nothing about ghosts will cause you any trouble."

Chapter Nineteen: After countless encounters, has he finally won the heart of one person?

Damn it! I can't even take a look?

They have the audacity to say that the Celestial Master is sacred and inviolable, yet you still come running over here for a few stinking bucks.

Murong Liangchen was displeased, but since he needed someone's help, he could only temporarily restrain his gaze and stop staring at the other person with a disapproving look.

Wang Baoyi secretly observed his micro-expression changes and smiled coldly to himself.

As far as he knew, Murong Jiangchen was a gentle, talented, well-mannered, and promising young man, a far cry from the lecherous scoundrel in front of him who was foul-mouthed, had no manners, and was completely rude.

In this light, the evil spirit that was suppressed and driven away back then might actually be Murong Jiangchen himself, while the one in front of us is just a fake who looks exactly like him!

However, it doesn't matter whether it's true or false, as long as the money that ends up in your pocket is real.

Wang Baoyi planned to follow the clues and dig deeper. Once he had a firm grasp on the counterfeit goods, money would naturally not be a problem, and he would save himself the trouble of running around so hard for a few dollars.

“Bai Ling…” Jiang Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, a feeling of inexplicable intimacy welling up in his heart.

The image that flashed in the giant bronze mirror with the bug involuntarily popped into my mind. Could it be her?

Will the girl the bug led him to find keep reuniting with him in different mission worlds?

He recalled the completely different faces on the machine in the script selection space, some plump and some slender. Wasn't he also constantly changing his appearance and identity when entering the virtual mission world? Sure enough, after a thousand encounters, he finally won the heart of one person.

This conclusion left Jiang Chen somewhat bewildered. The mystery of his entry into the virtual world had not yet been solved, and now a new mystery had been added. What was most frustrating was—how could he prove his conjecture?

How about... we ask the bug?

Hopefully, the bugs in this mission world still have energy, but how can I take Bai Ling to the Underworld again to look in the bronze mirror?

How can Qu Wenqing establish a stronger cooperative relationship?

Every now and then, he would provide the Ghost King with some evil ghost cores so that he could act as an agent to trade them and make a profit. The cooperation was going very well so far, but as the manager of the underworld, Qu Wenqing probably didn't need cores or anything like that, right?

Just as Jiang Chen was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Hey bro, got some rest?" The little devil captain's voice rang out from outside the door. "The recharge function you applied for is now active. You can see it if you close and restart it. Also, there's news about the soul-capturing underworld messenger I helped you find. When do you have time to meet up for a drink?"

He immediately stood up and replied, "I'm free right now, just a moment!"

The little devil captain stood smiling at the door, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Since this wealthy man came to Wangxiangtai, the previously mundane tasks in the government office have become much easier and more profitable.

When it's not free, you can't see a ghost on the Wangxiang Terrace for ten days or half a month. When you're on duty here, you either sleep or play cards to pass the time. Although it's not tiring, there's no money to be made, and you're always hungry.

Unexpectedly, the winds shifted immediately after Murong Jiangchen arrived!

They still didn't have to do any work, spending their days sitting in the duty hall playing cards to pass the time, while all sorts of delicious ghost food, fine wine, and snacks were served in a continuous stream.

Besides food and drink, Murong Jiangchen would always bring back several portions of daily necessities to share with everyone whenever he went down the mountain to buy them. They were all high-end goods of considerable value! The benefits he had gained in just these few days exceeded his total income for at least the previous ten years.

Such a rare and wealthy patron deserves to be treated well, right?

If we make Murong Jiangchen happy and feel good one day, we might even get one or two evil spirit inner cores. That would be a huge profit!

"Where would you like to go for a drink?" Jiang Chen asked as he came out of the room and closed the door behind him. "What level are the Soul-Binding Underworld Messengers? Which tier do you think we should invite?"

The young captain rubbed his hands together and said with a grin, "Those who run field missions, even if they have a little bit of power, they've seen a bit of the world. You'd better be prepared to spend some money, buddy."

Putting everything else aside, there must be at least one second-grade ghost food as the grand finale, followed by two first-grade ghost foods, and the rest can be whatever is of no grade. After the meal, you also have to give the person a red envelope containing no less than 40,000 underworld coins; that's the rule.

Once the money's in place, things will be much easier, right? If you think it's acceptable, we can meet up with him anytime!

However, this kind of thing shouldn't be done in a restaurant.

Those ghosts are talkative and gossipy; if a mischievous ghost happens to see us, it might make a big deal out of nothing. It's safer and more convenient to prepare food and drinks and have a small gathering here.

I thought it would cost a lot, but it turns out I only need a second-grade ghost food?

Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The ghost messengers in the underworld also had a hard time. They might not get to eat a bite of high-grade ghost food for half a year or a year.

In the few days I've been at Wangxiangtai, apart from getting some graded ghost food from the food maker at the beginning because I wasn't sure about their spending level, all the other meals I ordered were ready-made from the Ghost Market Restaurant for a few Yin Si coins.

Since we're hosting a banquet for the soul-collecting underworld officials today, let's upgrade the event.

“That’s excellent. Let’s go down the mountain together, brothers. I’ll go and book a good meal; brother, could you please go and invite the soul-summoning underworld officials over? We can chat in my little hut!”

"No problem! Remember to give me a red envelope. When we've had enough of chatting, just slip it to me, and the deal will be done."

After discussing it, the two ghosts floated down from the Looking-Homeward Terrace and went off to do their own things.

Meanwhile, in a slightly remote residential area in Dujiang City, Wang Baoyi and his four disciples carefully and meticulously inspected the rooms and corridors.

“Mr. Murong, forgive my bluntness, but there’s not a trace of yin energy in this room. It doesn’t look like it’s been haunted.” Wang Baoyi hesitated and said, “Are you sure it’s not an illusion? Where is that friend who also encountered the vengeful ghost? Could we invite him here? I’d like to ask him about the situation in detail.”

Murong Liangchen's face twitched, and he said irritably, "That guy didn't go inside, he just made a commotion outside the window. Isn't it normal that there's no yin energy inside? My friend..."

His face darkened slightly as he mumbled, "She was so frightened by what she saw that she lost her way and fell down the stairs, breaking her neck and dying. I haven't been able to explain this to her yet. Master Wang, please ask the relevant departments to put in a good word for me. It has nothing to do with me if she falls to her death from being frightened by a ghost."

"Dead?" Wang Baoyi was displeased. Even if it was a haunted house outside the glass, there would still be some yin energy left inside. However, he couldn't explain anything to an outsider like him who knew nothing about such things. So he explained with a long face, "Whenever ghosts appear, they will definitely leave traces of yin energy."

However, I did not sense any yin energy. Furthermore, since the evil spirits had been suppressed and driven away, they could never return to the human world. I had to ask other people who had also witnessed the incident before I could draw a conclusion.

"Since he's already dead, it doesn't matter. I'm taking some disciples to the underworld for trials anyway. We can just go to the underworld in Dujiang and find your friend to ask him about it. Mr. Murong, please rest assured, I'll contact the relevant departments to suppress this matter immediately, and I guarantee that nothing about ghosts will cause you any trouble."

Chapter Twenty continues the "ghostly" saga.

Since there was no trace of yin energy, there was nothing to investigate. After Wang Baoyi made a phone call to report to the relevant departments and completely suppressed the case, he prepared to take his disciples back to rest.

The little white cat perched on Murong Liangchen's head, covering its mouth and chuckling. "Hey hey, of course my soft and cute little kitten leaves no trace when I do things. Want to find yin energy? Well, you'd better get busy. As soon as the celestial masters leave, I'll 'haunt' you, guaranteeing your life will be colorful and never boring again!"

"Master Wang, is that... all done?" Murong Liangchen was sweating profusely as he saw them preparing to leave. "I saw a ghost with my own eyes, why don't you believe me?"

Wang Baoyi patiently explained, "It's not that I don't believe you, but I simply can't sense any Yin energy, so I have no way to investigate. Don't worry, I'll take them to the Yin border of Dujiang tonight to find your friend and ask about the situation..."

"Can't we just summon her spirit and ask her directly? I've seen those ghost summoning rituals; they answer whatever you ask, it's so easy and simple." He hurriedly interrupted the other person, because if they really went to the underworld and found that little bitch, wouldn't his plan to kill her to silence her be exposed?

One wave subsides only for another to rise. Since there's no way to prove anything now that they're all dead, we can't let her stir up any more trouble!

Wang Baoyi shook his head helplessly and continued to explain, "Everyone has their own expertise. What we at Tingfeng Valley are best at is exorcising ghosts, not walking the underworld. What Mr. Murong is talking about is something only professional spirit mediums can do. If we want to find out the truth, we can only go to the relevant departments in the underworld to see where the other person's soul is, and then question them face to face."

Moreover, even professional spirit mediums need someone to go down and retrieve the soul, then transfer it to the possessed spirit. It's just that ordinary people can't see this; it's not something that can be summoned simply by one person asking.

He sensed the other party's panic and unease, and given the high possibility that it involved murder to cover it up, he reassured him with a hidden meaning: "Mr. Murong, please rest assured, we can investigate in the underworld very quickly."

Furthermore, since your friend died not long ago, it's highly likely they might not be able to enter the underworld directly but are in another department. I will go there personally to inquire one-on-one, ensuring there are absolutely no unforeseen complications.

Murong Liangchen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he also harbored some resentment towards Master Wang. First, he tried to stop him from seducing the young girl Bai Ling; then he insisted that there was no yin energy in the haunted house; and now he even came up with the idea that everyone has their own expertise, and that a dignified Master Wang can't even ask a ghost a few questions from below, who is he trying to fool?

It's something so simple that even a country shaman could do it, how dare you say you can't?

And you're spouting nonsense about ordinary people not being able to see ghosts going down there? You're just trying to fool me into only giving you money. You think too highly of yourself. If you can't solve the ghosting problem, I'll not only replace you, but I'll also ruin your reputation in the industry!

Do you really think I, the son-in-law of the richest man in the world, am a pushover?

Fuming with anger, Murong Liangchen could only wave his hand to signal the driver to get going, and the group returned to their newlywed villa to settle in. With many servants and Taoist masters guarding the villa, the yang energy was abundant, filling him with a sense of security.

"It's just a one-day tour for the soul-capturing beings, no big deal, I'll take care of it!" The soul-capturing underworld official, having eaten and drunk his fill and received a thick red envelope, patted his chest and made a promise. "Brother, when are you going to send that bastard over?"

"We've agreed on a time. I'll bring him over, and you just need to wait at the entrance of the Underworld. It's a day trip, the route is random. I'll hand his soul over to you when the time comes, and he'll go back on his own when the time is up—you don't even need to see him off."

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "The sooner the better. I don't want to wait until tomorrow if I can get it done today!"

The soul-capturing underworld official pulled out a booklet from his robes and glanced at it. "Hmm, young man, you're an impatient fellow, and I'm no fool either. It's settled then. It's just past 10 p.m. in the human world, and it'll be my turn to go to work soon. Let's go down the mountain together, and you wait at the entrance. I'll capture you right away and bring you here."

As he spoke, he wrote down Murong Liangchen's name in the booklet, checked his birth date, place of birth, and other information, and showed the other party's information to Jiang Chen to confirm that it was correct before finalizing the deal.

The huge villa was brightly lit.

Murong Liangchen sat on the sofa, imitating Murong Jiangchen's demeanor, feigning composure and gentleness, and made a video call to his wife Jiang Yulu, who was busy with company affairs abroad.

The two chatted and cuddled for a while, as usual, before Jiang Yulu was reminded by his assistant that he needed to go to a meeting. He took the opportunity to say something sweet and coaxing to his wife, making her feel very happy.

"Honey, you must take care of yourself. Finish your work early and come home. I'll cook you something delicious! I love you the most, honey~" Before hanging up the video call, Murong Liangchen put on a show of deep affection.

The little white cat perched on his shoulder, wagging its fluffy tail, and sneered, "Pretending to be a human, huh... Stop dawdling and hurry up and go wash up. I've diligently watched so many horror movies, just waiting for you to come into the bathroom!"

However, Murong Liangchen remained curled up on the sofa and flirted passionately with the two girls for another half hour before lazily taking off his clothes and heading to the bathroom.

"Click!"

Bright lights shone brightly in the luxuriously decorated bathroom, making everything sparkle. After entering, he changed into slippers and leisurely went to fill the bathtub with hot water.

This kind of thing should have been done by the servants, but that damned Murong Jiangchen is so pretentious and insists on doing his own things, so I have to do these rough jobs myself in order to imitate him, lest I be exposed in a short time.

The water in the bathtub was splashing loudly. Completely relaxed, Murong Liangchen hunched over and moved to the sink to turn on the tap and wash his face.

"Whoosh!"

Bright red blood was gushing out of the tap!

The glaring red splatter on the white ceramic seems to carry the stench of blood!

He was so frightened that he took a step back and involuntarily screamed. But the next second he saw that the bathroom, which was open and right next to him, had closed automatically without any wind!

The bedroom light suddenly went out, and the bathroom light flickered and hissed as if there was a problem with the connection.