The male supporting character was actually myself.

Two celestial masters from Zhuangyan Temple are coming and are expected to arrive around dusk; also, I heard that Lingyin Pavilion has two professional spirit mediums in Dujiang City, the closest city to us, but I heard they had an accident a few days ago. Since it involves the direct jurisdiction of relevant departments, we can't get much information, so… should we still invite them over?”

Upon hearing that two groups of celestial masters would be arriving soon, Murong Liangchen felt much more at ease. He waved his hand and declined, saying, "The fact that there was an accident shows that they are not professional enough. Let's wait and see. If the Shattered Star Sect and the Solemn Temple can't solve my problem, then we can consider their small sects."

"Host, Duan Tang and the others tried their best, but they weren't chosen by the protagonist." The fluffy little dumpling squatted on the balcony and peeked into the room. Murong Liangchen, in order to avoid being haunted by ghosts, had two bodyguards sit on either side of his bed playing on their phones.

Jiang Chen leaned against the balcony railing with a mischievous smile. "No need to rush. He'll have to send someone to invite Duan Tang and the others over tonight. Heh, do you really think I won't dare to cause trouble just because someone's with me?"

He appeared in front of Murong Liangchen's bed in a flash, then slipped his arm under the covers...

The little white cat jumped up and down with joy, "Right, right, how could I forget there's such a classic move! If the host could just go all out and squeeze in, the effect would be hehehe~ It would definitely be amazing!"

What is that?!

Murong Liangchen, who was resting with his eyes closed and pondering which connections he could use to completely erase his identity information, suddenly felt a chill in the blankets, as if something was wriggling inside!

It felt sticky and damp to the touch, and he suddenly felt a layer of cold sweat seep out from his back.

There's something in the blanket!

Murong Liangchen felt a cold hand slowly touch him. Just as his heart was about to leap into his throat, the ghostly hand suddenly grabbed his right leg. A chilling, stinging sensation washed over him, and he finally let out a piercing scream, "Help! There's a ghost!"

The two bodyguards by the bed were startled by the sudden shout and quickly stood up, looking around warily.

Murong Liangchen, however, directly yanked the blanket off and kicked wildly with both legs, curling up into a ball.

However, there was nothing on the bed; the clean, white bedding only retained his body heat, and there wasn't a single extra mark to be seen.

"Just now, a hand, a cold hand with long fingernails, pinched, pinched my leg!" He explained incoherently, his heart pounding.

Although he knew that some bastard was deliberately causing trouble, he couldn't remain calm in the face of such a fright.

Even if someone instructs not to actually take a life, it's still a ghost!

How many ordinary people in the world are truly unafraid of ghosts?!

The two burly bodyguards were also feeling uneasy. Mainly because since yesterday, all sorts of strange and superstitious rumors had been circulating throughout the villa, sending chills down their spines. The owners had even been repeatedly shouting that there were ghosts. Could it be that the house was too big, the owners' good fortune couldn't be contained by the small number of people, and they couldn't gather enough energy, thus attracting some evil spirits?

"Long fingernails?" Jiang Chen, standing by the bed, raised her fair, slender, and bony left hand, looked at it again and again, and laughed, "Where did I grow long fingernails? Your ability to make connections is quite impressive."

Ignoring her discomfort, Murong Liangchen jumped off the bed and stood trembling beside the bodyguard, barely daring to breathe.

"Young Master, the Celestial Master from the Shattered Star Sect has arrived!" Fortunately, the steward came to inform him in time. He shouted as if he had seen a savior, "Quickly! Quickly, bring him over! That ghost just grabbed my leg!"

The butler was also quite creeped out by what he heard, mainly because the young master's description sounded like a ghost movie, with scenes of a bathroom, wet hair, and a ghost hiding under the covers—all classic haunted scenes. It made him hesitant to stay in the villa anymore.

The Celestial Master of the Shattered Star Sect has an excellent appearance; he looks like a hermit master.

However, after going around in circles, his account was not much different from Wang Baoyi's. Even when Murong Liangchen vividly described what the ghost he encountered looked like and how it grabbed his leg, the other party kept shaking his head and denying that there was not a trace of yin energy in the entire villa except for him.

"Useless, useless! You've been given a chance but you've been useless!" Murong Liangchen was so angry that he jumped up and down. He had the steward send away the Celestial Masters of the Shattered Star Sect and then placed all his hopes on the Celestial Masters of the Solemn Temple.

As night fell, two celestial masters with an air of otherworldly grace arrived.

As the two were exchanging pleasantries, the little white cat used its old trick again, perching on Murong Liangchen's shoulder and blowing cool air on the back of his neck.

"Master! I feel it! There's a ghost standing behind me, breathing into my neck!" Startled one after another, Murong Liangchen's bloodshot eyes widened, his dark circles and heavy eye bags, his pale and emaciated face, and his sinister tone made both Masters feel uncomfortable.

This guy exudes a strong aura of yin energy, with eyes like a wild beast and a rambling tone. He's clearly more like a ghost!

"There's nothing behind you..." Before the other person could finish speaking, Jiang Chen pushed the vase down in the bathroom with a "bang," leaving a water streak on the mirror with her wet hair.

Murong Liangchen jumped up and screamed in a changed voice, "The bathroom! He ran into the bathroom again!"

However, upon opening the door, the broken vase and water stains on the floor clearly indicated that the two Taoist masters still insisted on their own opinions. However, when the steward sincerely inquired while seeing the guests off, one of the Taoist masters, who was not very skilled, hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I am not very knowledgeable and am only good at the art of exorcism. I have not dabbled in other areas. If Mr. Murong is not mentally ill, he may be possessed by a vengeful ghost."

After all, he exuded a strong aura of yin energy, yet couldn't explain why. Perhaps he was truly possessed by a ghost, but the ghost was attached to him; in such cases, it's hard to say. If all else fails, we could try consulting a spirit medium; perhaps they could discover something."

Possessed by a ghost?!

After expressing his deepest gratitude and seeing the two celestial masters off, the steward pondered the matter and realized it might actually be true.

After all, the young master's behavior has been rather strange lately...

Even so, he couldn't say that directly to him. What if he really was possessed by a ghost and got angry? The butler had just come in when he heard Murong Liangchen throwing a tantrum and yelling. He became even more uneasy.

For a fleeting moment, the housekeeper even considered going back to his room to pack his things and run away that very night!

I'll contact the young mistress again to get my wages back; saving my own life is the most important thing.

However, Murong Liangchen's last shred of protagonist's aura managed to retain the three people closest to him who needed him most—his butler and two bodyguards. The other employees, seeing that things were not going well, packed their bags and ran away.

The huge villa suddenly became deserted.

"A bunch of useless trash! They're pretending not to see that it's haunted!" Murong Liangchen, now stripped of his appearance, pointed to his slightly bluish legs and yelled, "Isn't this where a ghost scratched me? It's all blue!"

The two bodyguards looked grave, and neither dared to speak.

"Young Master, how about I go and call those ghost-walkers from Lingyin Pavilion over to try?" The steward almost blurted out that he was trying anything as a last resort.

He was determined to help the young master one last time. He had no choice but to hire a spirit medium. He couldn't care less about feelings or morality anymore. Running away was the most important thing to do to save his life!

"Go quickly! No matter what it is, as long as you can solve the problem of the haunted villa, you'll be a hero and you'll all be rewarded!"

Murong Liangchen felt like he was being driven crazy, but his body simply couldn't take any more strain. He didn't dare leave to stay elsewhere; what if the ghosts on the road overturned his car and caused an accident? Who would he complain to?

Desperate times call for desperate measures. With no one else to serve and unwilling to stay by the side of the suspicious young master, the butler had no choice but to drive to the hotel himself to pick up the several celestial masters from Lingyin Pavilion.

"Now Duan Tang and the others can make their grand entrance, right?" Jiang Chen sat in the passenger seat of the housekeeper's car, holding the little dumpling, and smiled smugly. "We need to change the strategy we discussed earlier a little. Hopefully, they won't be too surprised when they see me."

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Possessed by a Ghost? (Complete Chapter)

"The woman living in the room I dreamed of died. According to the descriptions from the residents I interviewed, it must have happened in the afternoon."

Then, the timing of the arrival of the Taoist priests was very coincidental. If the woman had made a phone call when she died, they should have arrived at this time. Further investigation is needed to determine the exact time of their train or plane ticket information.

"Around 10 p.m. someone was shouting that the villa was haunted..."

She pulled out a timeline from a pile of information and her eyes lit up. "Could there be something fishy about this woman's death, which is why he was so afraid and directly sought out the Taoist priest?"

Jiang Yulu acted on her thought and immediately called her confidant back. About two hours later, the other party finally sent back a screenshot of the woman who died unexpectedly in the surveillance video, along with an update: the deceased's identity information and the relevant department's case filing status have been intentionally concealed. The other party is of a very high rank, and we cannot obtain the relevant case files for the time being.

Information regarding the mode of transportation used by Master Wang of Tingfeng Valley, given his special status, cannot be found at this time.

"No need to investigate anymore, it's her!" Jiang Yulu slammed her right hand heavily on the table, her heart filled with a complex mix of anger and fear.

Why would I have such a dream for no reason?

He even dreamt of the exact address...

Everything was too coincidental, and the fact that Murong Jiangchen had sought out the most powerful Taoist master in the Taoist world, Master Wang, forced her to consider the matter of ghosts.

Could it be that the woman really had an affair with him, and was harboring resentment because he killed her, which is why she appeared in his dream?

Jiang Yulu was, after all, a young woman in her early twenties, and the thought of this made her feel a little uneasy. She thought for a moment and then called her father to tell him about the strange incident from beginning to end; then she quickly finished the most important work and put everything else on hold to prepare to return to China.

After fussing for most of the night, Murong Liangchen realized he felt even worse after finally sending the girls away.

I didn't have any severe headaches or fevers, but I felt weak all over, like my body was falling apart, and I was weak from the inside out. My lower body always felt chilly, even when I was covered with a blanket. My chest felt even worse, like there was a big rock pressing on it. My stomach was cold and hard, and I didn't want to eat anything.

"It's all because of this mouth!" He slapped his mouth weakly, then recalled the special feeling of floating (or rather, feeling like he was in heaven) after eating the ghost food, and suddenly couldn't stop thinking about it.

The benefits of the underworld that Murong Jiangchen described to him were very tempting.

The human world may be wonderful, but it is not a place that lasts forever!

If he really lived to be seventy or eighty before going to the underworld, what could he possibly do after living for several hundred years with his old age and physique? More importantly, if that kid Murong Jiangchen were given several decades to build his power base, with his abilities, he would definitely be able to keep everyone in the underworld completely under his thumb.

If I have no money, no power, no connections, and not even a young and strong physique, what will I have to compete with him?

Would Murong Jiangchen be willing to give up half of his ancestors' inheritance?

I am the eldest grandson of the Murong family, and I definitely have a better chance of succession than him!

Thinking of this, Murong Liangchen struggled to get up and wanted to ask the steward if there was any news about other celestial masters. He needed to find out the specific situation in the underworld, how his descendants would fight for the right of succession, and when and how he should go down to the underworld in the most advantageous way.

More importantly, can you burn paper money for yourself in advance? If it works, send people to burn it truckload by truckload. You'll be a billionaire as soon as you go down!

"call!"

Even though the windows were tightly closed, the curtains inside the room moved without any wind!

A chilling aura made Murong Liangchen shiver involuntarily. He looked out the window at the bright sky and reassured himself, "It's alright, it's alright, there's no way it could happen in broad daylight..."

Before he could finish speaking, he remembered that he had also encountered a ghost in broad daylight the day before!

Damn it, that severed hand was still being filmed under the bright sunlight outside the window back then...

Murong Liangchen swallowed hard, and with a hoarse voice, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Help! Help!"

The villa was quiet, and no one responded.

A gentle breeze blew outside the window, the garden was sunny and birds sang sweetly, but there was not a sound from people.

"Someone! Come quickly..." His desperate shouts came to an abrupt halt. His whole body trembled, and his upper and lower teeth made an involuntary clattering sound. Murong Liangchen's eyes, filled with fear, widened, and his breathing became rapid.

Because inside the bathroom with the frosted glass door closed, a familiar figure quietly appeared!

He pressed himself against the glass, repeatedly striking the glass door with his right arm, producing a low "bang bang" sound.

It's him again—Murong Jiangchen?!

No! It's not true!

For a moment, Murong Liangchen was stunned by the fright. Suddenly, he realized what was going on. That kid was living a comfortable life in the underworld. How could he possibly come up here to scare him? It was all fake. Someone was trying to fool him so they could extort money from him!

"I'll teach you a good way—" Murong Jiangchen's voice echoed in my ears, "When you go back, invite a few more Celestial Masters. Although many of them protect each other, you're bound to find one or two Celestial Masters who aren't greedy for money. That way, you'll definitely be able to catch the mastermind behind it all! Otherwise, hehe, you can just wait to fill Wang Baoyi's bottomless pit."

Yes, it's probably that old bastard who's behind this!

Murong Liangchen's fear subsided a bit after he got angry. Since the other party's goal was to control him and make money, he wouldn't let the ghost hurt him.

Since it has no lethality, there is no need to be afraid.

There are two things I must do immediately: First, find a reliable Taoist master to stay by my side and try to kill the little devil sent by that old bastard to teach him a lesson; second, do everything I can to erase the traces of my existence!

As long as no one can prove that the real Murong Jiangchen died at his hands, the law cannot do anything to him.

Two things must be done immediately!

"Young Master, what are your orders?" Fortunately, the shouting had an effect, and the butler quickly entered the room to inquire.

Murong Liangchen looked back and, sure enough, the figure in the bathroom had disappeared.

The other party's cowardice only proved that my guess was correct!

"Any news from the Celestial Masters?"