ed them into levels: The simplest are harmless ordinary ghosts. Then there are evil spirits, vengeful spirits, ferocious spirits, and finally, powerful soul-binding entities.I wonder what level someon...Mu Wanchen told me some stories.

Master Yunfan was swindled by a Hong Kong businessman recently. The wealthy Hong Kong man somehow obtained a woman's shoe, and at the same time, a female bandit leader who specialized in moving mountains and leveling hills also came to Master Yunfan with the same shoe.

Master Yunfan said he hated having a female ghost's personal belongings the most, as he was always tricked by them.

But that Hong Kong tycoon was a friend of Madam's relative, and when Master Yunfan invited him to dinner, he insisted on giving it to him, with an air of sticking around.

For the sake of appearances and also out of respect for Madam Mu, Master Yun Fan reluctantly took it.

Upon inspection, it was discovered that this thing was not just an ordinary phallus, but also had something resembling fur growing inside.

Master Yun Fan, worried about harming his family, immediately locked them up in a safe and placed it in the underground vault of his auction company at the bank.

He took the sample to the institute. Some said it was mold, while others claimed it was an unidentified pathogen attaching itself to plants. He later sought out Mu Wanchen for clarification.

Mu Wanchen found this matter very suspicious. He said that it was possible that it was a kind of fungus, and the tomb might have become a breeding ground for raising poisonous insects. The poison grew, causing fine hairs resembling spider silk to attach to the clothing.

“Just like fungi that suddenly appear under specific environments, times, and climates, 'poison' growing into a visible form is extremely rare. Mu Yunfan is tracking down the origins of these shoes, hoping to find the place where they were raised as soon as possible.” Mu Wanchen moved his wrist and said to me in a low voice.

We suspect that place is where the ancient monster lurks. He has actually stayed in the human world for so long, we couldn't have imagined it... Perhaps he started building his power base a long time ago, but because the situation was so tight, he had to use his overseas forces to operate.

"Bootlegging and smuggling contraband is just a means for him to maintain his operational expenses; his primary objective lies elsewhere."

I frowned. "Then tell me, he's so old... a thousand-year-old monster. He's had his glory and lived through so many years, what else is he unsatisfied with You said the lifespan of a witch king is about three to five hundred years, he's already lived two sets of five hundred years, what else does he want to mess with"

Mu Wanchen shook his head. “Human hearts are difficult to fathom. To have such abilities yet fail to ascend to immortality, instead falling into the demonic path and perishing, I don't understand his thoughts either.”

"If you understand what's going on, then you're a monster too! Stop talking and pack your things. Get out of here! It's too dangerous to stay." I said in a hushed voice.

Mu Wanchen didn't waste any words, he nodded and said: "Let's come back later and see how they handle that thing. The roots of those green doll plants are poisonous. If you get contaminated, there will be trouble."

I was going to say that my father is expecting you to have dinner with us tonight, but it sounded a bit childish and disrespectful when I thought about saying it out loud.

If we are surrounded by people who use poison, then dealing with serious matters becomes urgent. Things like eating together or meeting relatives become insignificant in comparison.

Mu Wanchen placed the Gu Spirit in a secluded and abandoned courtyard in my house, burying talismans at each corner.

This courtyard doesn't have a moon gate, but rather a wooden door. I wrote three big characters "No Entry" on three A4 papers and drew a fierce-looking emoticon as a signature before sticking them on the door.

Mu Wanchen saw the expression I painted and smiled, "What kind of expression is this to scare people"

“…I’m not trying to scare you all, but I want to remind my senior and junior brothers and sisters that this is my territory, please don’t just barge in.” I explained.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the fluffy, fierce expression with a light smile. "This expression is drawn just like you... tough on the outside, but soft on the inside. You're more like a little pet trying to get attention."

"Who's flirting with you!" I whispered, "You always come and go like a ghost, I have no idea where you are, how can I flirt with you if I can't even find you"

"When you learn to consult the oracle, you'll know where I am." He reached up and smoothed my hair, rubbing my head gently.

He was wearing wide-rimmed sunglasses, his eyes peering out from behind the lenses with a hint of emotion. I couldn't help but reach out to take them off.

I don't like that he always covers his eyes and face, hiding his emotions. Now, every time I try to take off his mask and sunglasses, he basically just bows his head and lets me take them away.

This action is inexplicably alluring, carrying a hint of indulgence and gentleness. When he removes his mask or glasses, you can see his focused gaze.

“When are we going to check it out” I asked, hugging his waist.

"In a little while, call up Mu Yunfan."

Well, it seems like dinner is off the menu tonight.

"Well... I'll go tell my father. He's probably still waiting to meet you." I said in a low voice.

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'll go with you. If there's anything to be said, he might as well ask me directly."

That's the best outcome. At least I showed my face, so my father won't be foolishly waiting to see "his son-in-law".

I took him to my father's study, stepped in and shouted, "Father!" My father was wearing glasses and squinting at his laptop. Hearing me shout like that, he angrily said to me, "Stop calling me Father or Old Father!"

I was taken aback: "Then why call him 'Old Geezer'"

“You ungrateful wretch! It’s all your fault, calling me ‘Dad’ and ‘Old Man’ every day. Look at my stocks, they’re all in the red! I haven’t had time to look at them for a month or two, thinking they might go up a bit, so I wouldn't have to keep selling. But when I looked, everything was green!” He huffed and puffed, glaring with his beard bristling: “It’s all your fault, you always say ‘down,’ ‘down’!”

“Hee hee hee hee...” I laughed heartily and sarcastically, “Cut it out! With your old-fashioned investment vision, you always manage to perfectly avoid the red!” hee hee hee!”

He slammed his notebook shut, crossed his arms, and walked up to me. He leaned down slightly and glared at me: "You little ancestor, you keep saying I'm going to fall! Of course I'm going to fall!"

"Then I'll call you old man... Old Man, Mu Wanchen requests an audience. Will you see me" I asked with a smile.

Dad was stunned, reflexively looking up towards the door.

Mu Wanchen stood in the courtyard, facing my father's gaze. She raised her hand and took off the sunglasses from her face.

My father's gaze lingered for a moment before he frowned and said, "Please come in and speak."

I didn't expect Mu Wanchen to take off his sunglasses. He sat down with a calm expression and said in a low voice, "Hello."

"Um... well, well... you're the boyfriend of my little Luo'er Little Luo'er, is he the Wuzong Lord So young!"

Little Luo'er... I heard this title and secretly rolled my eyes. This is what my father calls me when he wants to show affection.

Mu Wanchen's lips curled into a smile as he looked at me and said, "Little Luo'er..."

"What's wrong with you!" I glared back, my face flushed a bit. "He's just Mu Wanchen... You decide how old or young he is..."ihang smiled. "I know, I just know you're soft-hearted and easy to talk to. That's why I intentionally bullied you. I don't doubt your ability, but I wanted to see if the sayings about feng shui are...