The male supporting character was actually myself.

"It's not good to contact anyone else since Master Wang just left Tingfeng Valley. I've already contacted the Shattered Star Sect, Zhuangyan Temple, and Cangshan. Except for the masters of Cangshan, who are currently in seclusion and not accepting commissions, the masters of the other two sects have agreed to come and take a look."

A Celestial Master from the Shattered Star Sect will arrive at the airport in about two hours. I will send someone to pick him up.

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-Eight: This is what a Celestial Master should be like! (Combined Chapters)

"This is the fourth wave of Taoist masters. Hopefully, it will have some effect, otherwise I'll have to find a new job..." The butler knocked on the door of room 801 in the hotel with a heavy heart.

Duan Tang opened the door and was immediately stunned. Murong Jiang Chen??

"Hello, I am Mr. Murong's butler. I contacted him by phone before." The butler presented his business card with both hands.

You have to be careful when dealing with Taoist masters. Otherwise, if you encounter one who is truly skilled but also petty and vindictive, they might do something underhanded. At best, you'll be unlucky; at worst, you'll be doomed and die without even knowing how you died.

He is a cautious person and pays great attention to this matter.

"I found a cute little celestial master who understands me and made me her spirit ghost. You should know the special nature of spirit ghosts, right?" Jiang Chen swaggered into the room, looked at the hotel environment, and shook his head, saying, "Is the event budget tight? Why are you staying in such a bad room? It's too cramped. If you don't have enough money, just go find Murong Liangchen. I've been giving him a hard time these past two days."

Duan Tang gave Xiao Su a look, signaling her to talk to the housekeeper in detail about the situation, mainly to maintain a certain level of composure and say that she and her party were just passing through on a business trip and it was inconvenient for her to accept the commission, etc.

Firstly, he couldn't make his purpose of infiltrating Murong's villa too obvious;

Secondly, they can also raise prices and demand more "service fees".

The Listening Pavilion was originally a small sect with only a few people. They couldn't get any big orders in a year and didn't earn much money. The members of the pavilion would share the necessities and that would be enough to cover their expenses.

What's more, their senior brother Wang was tricked and died tragically a few days ago during a mission. After the funeral and the settlement fee, the money they received for accepting the commission was not enough. This time, they were repaying a debt of gratitude and had been very frugal with their own money in the early stages. They wanted to take advantage of the situation to ask for more money as much as possible.

The room was small, and Duan Tang didn't feel comfortable speaking, so he mostly listened quietly to Murong Jiangchen.

When they heard that Murong Liangchen had been tricked into going to the underworld and was now convinced that it was a wonderful place and longed to go there, their expressions were quite interesting.

Duan Tang silently gave him a thumbs up to express his admiration.

After checking the answers on one side and communicating almost completely on the other, the desperate butler promised that money was no object as long as the ghost story could be resolved and the young master appeased!

“We understand the general situation. Based on the description, it seems you’ve hired the wrong person.” Duan Tang slapped his thigh and exclaimed with a thick accent, “As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. Although the work of tracing the underworld is not valued by the powerful celestial masters of Tingfeng Valley and Shattered Star Sect, there are some situations where we still have to ask them what went wrong.”

Well, we originally stayed in Dujiang because we had a mission, and time was tight.

If we can visit tonight, we'll set off immediately. Otherwise, it'll have to wait until we finish what we're doing, which will probably take three or four days.

Upon hearing this, the butler hurriedly welcomed them, "The car is downstairs. It's wonderful that you can go now! To be honest, because of the ghost story, everyone who could leave the villa has already done so. If it can't be resolved, I dare not stay any longer. Please pack your things and let's set off now?"

Duan Tang and the others didn't hesitate either; they took bags containing various magical artifacts and went straight downstairs to their cars.

Along the way, they asked a variety of questions, such as whether anyone else besides Mr. Murong had encountered anything unusual, and whether there had been any unexpected events at the villa recently, etc.

Upon arriving at the villa, the group found it brightly lit inside and out, yet not a single person could be seen.

"Gentlemen, this way please." The butler had just opened the car door to let the Taoist priests out when a shrill scream came from upstairs, "You damned brat, I'll fight you to the death!"

Then came a series of crashing and smashing sounds. The group hurriedly entered the lobby to go upstairs, only to see two bodyguards running down the stairs without any regard for their image.

"Butler, the young master has gone mad!"

"Quickly call the young mistress and take her to a mental hospital! He's yelling that there are ghosts in the mirrors, smashing all the mirrors in the room, and saying the ghosts are behind us! This... this is unbearable!"

"No amount of money could make me work like this. I'd have a heart attack from being scared by him sooner or later!"

Seeing this, the housekeeper didn't dare to go upstairs. He just grinned at Duan Tang and the others, looking embarrassed.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Let’s go up and take a look.” The tall and strong Duan Tang lived up to expectations and stepped forward. He waved his hand and said in a thick accent, “It’s like this, someone has to take care of it, right? If it’s really haunted, we’ll take a look and figure out how to solve it. If it’s not haunted, we’ll call the hospital and give them an injection to calm them down so we can wait for their family to come and see what to do.”

You're paid to do this job, so you have to see it through to the end and not just abandon it.

"Come on, follow us up here. There's nothing to be afraid of! A few of us are strong enough to handle a madman!"

With the Taoist priests' encouragement, the bodyguards also found their backbone. They looked at each other and, along with the butler, followed the three Taoist priests upstairs.

After smashing things for a while, Murong Liangchen finally vented some of his fear, but his body, which was completely exhausted, couldn't take it anymore and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Jiang Chen wasn't done yet. She peeked out from the other side of the bed and looked at him with a sinister gaze from a strange angle, revealing a creepy smile.

"Holy crap!" Murong Liangchen turned around and saw a ghost head that looked exactly like his own but was covered in blood. He yelled "Awooo!" and grabbed a nearby lamp that had rolled down and smashed it. After a series of clanging and banging, the lamp broke on the ground, sparks flying, and a pile of broken glass appeared. The ghost face then disappeared.

Before he could even catch his breath, he saw a blood-soaked severed arm emerge from under the bed. The familiar hand trembled as it reached forward, seemingly trying to grab something.

"Get out! Get out!" Murong Liangchen's mind flashed back to the incredibly familiar scene of dismembered corpses he had relived in his dream; back then, his hands were covered in blood and twitching slightly...

He retreated against the wall like a madman, kicking it and wildly slapping the small rug.

"The Mantra of Purifying the Heart with Burning Flames! So be it!"

As soon as Duan Tang entered the room, he got into character and followed the script the other party had given him. He took out a talisman with the most impressive effect and activated it, then threw it in front of Murong Liangchen.

"boom!"

A bright, dazzling flame exploded in the room;

Jiang Chen took the opportunity to smash the huge French window;

The little white cat controlled the lights to flash a few times before returning to normal, perfectly creating an eerie atmosphere.

A cool breeze blew in from the window, and a faint, strange scent filled the air, making one feel at ease.

"He's gone, he's gone!" Murong Liangchen was almost driven to a mental breakdown by the torment. He looked around and found no trace of the ghost, which finally put him at ease. At the same time, he felt a sense of goodwill towards the strong Taoist master who was different from others and did not hesitate to take action right away.