The male supporting character was actually myself.

"Master Wang, help me, Master Wang! It's haunted!"

Scenes from horror movies flashed through Murong Liangchen's mind, his legs went weak, and he stared blankly at the blood gushing from the faucet. The image of Murong Jiangchen lying on the bathroom floor, covered in blood, also appeared before his eyes...

Everything happened in a very short time. He reacted quickly, yelling for help as he rushed over to try and open the bathroom door.

The door was clearly unlocked, but he couldn't open it no matter what he did!

"Buzz~" The lights flickered and then dimmed. In his haste, he felt something wet sticking to his neck. Murong Liangchen subconsciously reached out to touch it—it was hair!

A strand of wet, sticky long hair clung to the back of her neck!

He grabbed it and threw it to the ground, then inexplicably thought of the disheveled woman who had died in the stairwell with a broken neck...

Aside from screaming for help like a madman, Murong Liangchen didn't dare to look back, afraid of seeing the face of the woman who had died tragically with her neck broken.

"Huff... huff..."

Seeing that he didn't dare to turn his head, the little white cat simply lay on his shoulder and blew cool air into his neck, puffing out its cheeks. Murong Liangchen, who automatically imagined the female ghost breathing against his skin, was so scared that he wet himself and his cries for help changed tone!

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.

"Master Wang, help me, Master Wang! It's haunted!"

Scenes from horror movies flashed through Murong Liangchen's mind, his legs went weak, and he stared blankly at the blood gushing from the faucet. The image of Murong Jiangchen lying on the bathroom floor, covered in blood, also appeared before his eyes...

Everything happened in a very short time. He reacted quickly, yelling for help as he rushed over to try and open the bathroom door.

The door was clearly unlocked, but he couldn't open it no matter what he did!

"Buzz~" The lights flickered and then dimmed. In his haste, he felt something wet sticking to his neck. Murong Liangchen subconsciously reached out to touch it—it was hair!

A strand of wet, sticky long hair clung to the back of her neck!

He grabbed it and threw it to the ground, then inexplicably thought of the disheveled woman who had died in the stairwell with a broken neck...

Aside from screaming for help like a madman, Murong Liangchen didn't dare to look back, afraid of seeing the face of the woman who had died tragically with her neck broken.

"Huff... huff..."

Seeing that he didn't dare to turn his head, the little white cat simply lay on his shoulder and blew cool air into his neck, puffing out its cheeks. Murong Liangchen, who automatically imagined the female ghost breathing against his skin, was so scared that he wet himself and his cries for help changed tone!

How come Chapter Twenty-One is gone?

Damn you, Wang Baoyi, are you just a nobody?

I gave you so much money, and now that the female ghost has come knocking on my door, why aren't you hurrying to save me? Do you want to wait until I'm about to die again, then appear as a savior so I'll be grateful to you?

Ha, this little trick might work once, but you can't fool me a second time!

The more panicked one is, the more likely one is to have wild thoughts. Murong Liangchen's method of diverting his attention quickly worked, and his anger and fear levels were almost equal.

So, in the dimly lit, flickering light, with blood gushing from the faucet, trapped in the bathroom and unable to get out, he kept his eyes tightly shut, avoiding looking behind him, in the mirror, at the toilet, or even in the corners—places where ghostly faces and hands might appear in horror movies. Instead, he grabbed a sturdy vase from the sink and started banging on the bathroom glass door.

“kua!cha!”

The glass door was smashed, and Murong Liangchen rushed out of the door frame, which was still covered with sharp glass shards. He had many small cuts on his arms, back, and legs.

It was only then that the loud crash of the glass door shattering drew their attention.

Master Wang reacted quickly, leading four disciples (two men and two women) to the employer's bedroom door, only to find it locked from the inside. The furnishings in wealthy homes were naturally of superior quality, offering excellent sound insulation and robust security.

In the end, it was only after the butler led several burly bodyguards to take turns ramming the door that the locked door was broken and a group of people rushed into the bedroom.

Murong Liangchen, naked from the waist up and soaking wet from the waist down, collapsed on the floor, his face pale, pointing at the bathroom as if he had seen a ghost.

"He...he's back again..."

After rushing out of the bathroom, Murong Liangchen tripped over something and fell on the carpet. He saw Murong Jiangchen standing in the dim corner under the flickering bathroom light, staring at him with cold eyes!

For a moment, his mind went blank, and he didn't even hear the knocking or the banging.

The moment everyone rushed in, the lights in the bathroom finally went out completely, and the figure was plunged into darkness.

"It's him! The Celestial Master really is him! He's back to haunt me again..." Murong Liangchen suddenly jumped up, touching the back of his neck where he had goosebumps and felt cold, and said in a low, trembling voice, "And that woman, she's here too... Please save me and send them all to hell so they can never be reincarnated!"

Wang Baoyi frowned slightly as he looked at his agitated and distorted-faced employer, then glanced at the dark bathroom where only the sound of running water could be heard. He couldn't help but wonder, where would the ghost come from if there was no yin energy at all?

Seeing his young master so frightened and on high alert, the butler hurriedly went forward and turned on the bathroom light switch.

Bright lights shone down, illuminating everything.

The bathroom's thick glass door was shattered and scattered all over the floor; the sink faucet was tightly shut and there wasn't a single water stain on the pristine white ceramic surface; on the other hand, the bathtub was overflowing with water.

The suspicious butler stepped aside, avoided the water on the floor, turned off the tap, and looked around again according to the young master's directions, shaking his head and saying, "There's nothing in the bathroom. The young master didn't even turn on the tap at the sink. Where did the blood come from?"

"No! Impossible! At that time, these lights..." Murong Liangchen pointed to the bright lights in the bedroom and said incoherently, "I had just entered the bathroom when these lights went out! The bathroom door was closed and I couldn't open it!"

Blood kept gushing out of the tap. Oh, right, there was also a strand of hair!

The woman's long, wet hair hung down from above and clung to my neck; I pulled it off and threw it there…

The spot he pointed to was a spotless, pristine white floor where not a single hair could be seen.

"How could it be gone?" Murong Liangchen grinned, completely baffled. Seeing the other celestial masters staring at him as if he were crazy, he became even more anxious and exasperated, saying, "I'm telling the truth! That light kept flashing, and then the evil spirit... he was standing in that corner where the butler was standing, staring at me and even laughing!"

Wang Baoyi's brows furrowed so deeply they almost met. "But Mr. Murong, there's not a trace of yin energy here. Judging from your description, anything that can affect the water, the lights, and even lock the door must be the work of a vengeful ghost."

The malevolent spirit possesses a strong yin energy; even if it were to appear for only a second, it would leave a very strong trace. It's impossible for it to simply vanish without a trace like this.

Busy with controlling the lights, fixing the door locks, adding fuel to the water pipes, and cleaning up, the little ball of fluff, with its wet hair and the stolen wedding poster used as a makeshift prop, lay panting on the bed. "Damn, pretending to be a ghost is hard work, I'm exhausted... But the effect is alright, at least he won't be able to sleep well tonight!"

No one believed his story; two young Taoist priests were even secretly laughing.

"Mr. Murong, did you see what the vengeful ghost looked like? Is it someone you know?" Bai Ling suddenly spoke, her voice clear and gentle, making people feel comfortable.

However, for Murong Liangchen, this was not a good problem.

Of course he saw it clearly!

In the dim light, Murong Jiangchen seemed to be wearing the haute couture suit he was preparing to wear to the banquet before his death, standing in the corner with a sinister look in his eyes and a cold smile on his lips...

How could you say such a thing?

"I...I didn't see clearly..." he mumbled, "I don't know how I got haunted by a vengeful ghost!"

Another junior Taoist priest seized the opportunity to ask, "Just now, Mr. Murong said that when you were in the bathroom, the bedroom light suddenly turned off by itself; and the bathroom light started flickering."

But when we came in, the bedroom light was clearly on, while the bathroom light was off.

Did Mr. Murong not touch the light switch at all from beginning to end? When did the bedroom light turn on?

Wang Baoyi cast an approving glance at the two of them. Although Bai Ling's question was sensitive, it was usually necessary to find out the specific situation of the other party before solving the case of the evil spirit. The question about the light could help to clarify the order in which the evil spirit controlled the environment, so as to start from the last thing it controlled to trace the trail.