Seeing that most of the people they invited were about to leave, Wang Jianguo felt a little flustered, and he hurriedly tried to stop them, his arm stretched out in near panic. “Hey, Granny Zhang, Daoist Li… don’t leave. If my son can be cured, I will give half a million yuan as reward. No, double—one million yuan as reward!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the steps of the people walking out stopped.

Three minutes later, everyone who was about to leave had all sat back down in their places and were drinking tea quietly. Understanding now that he had been stupid, Wang Jianguo stopped talking and asked his wife to communicate with them.

The little Taoist glanced at Wang Jianguo quietly and leaned into Master’s ear and whispered, “Master, didn’t we just leave? Why did you sit back down again?”

Master stopped drinking tea and almost choked on himself.

When other people with good hearing heard this, a little bit of embarrassment appeared in their hearts.

Why?

Of course, it was because the other party offered such a high reward…

Zhang Ling was much more tactful than her husband, and with a few words, she resolved the awkwardness and made the atmosphere harmonious again.

Zhang Ling saw that her husband invited several masters that she didn’t know, and worried that they wouldn’t be aware of the situation, she told the story of her son again.

While everyone was discussing the matter, there was the sound of footsteps coming from the central stairs of the villa: a young man looking to be in his early twenties was walking down quickly.

The man was good-looking, but his face was haggard—his beard was unshaven, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he had undergone torture.

While going down the stairs, Wang Ke had a hand covering his face, enduring a splitting headache. He complained out loud, “Mom, I just had a dream.”

Zhang Ling quickly asked, “What dream did you have?”

Wang Ke was obviously frightened, and his voice trembled as he recounted it. “I dreamt that I was sitting on the marriage bed, and there was a woman in a wedding dress in front of me. Our arms were intertwined, and we were drinking a cup of wine. The maid cut off a lock of our hair—we were now a married couple. Then the woman in front of me laughed and said something, but I can’t remember it properly. That person didn’t look like Fangfang at all. She was very similar to the figure I saw in the mirror before!”

Fangfang was Wang Ke’s girlfriend.

When Zhang Ling and his wife heard this, they were extremely worried and hurried to the stairs to comfort Wang Ke who was still in shock.

Wang Ke pinched his chin and said doubtfully, “She didn’t take a fancy to me just because I was handsome, did she?”

Although the woman was good-looking, the first time Wang Ke saw her in the mirror, no matter how good-looking she was, he still couldn’t possibly be charmed.

Zhang Ling lost her smile and patted Wang Ke’s arm, “You’re already awake, why are you still talking nonsense.”

But she couldn’t help thinking in the direction Wang Ke mentioned: could it be that something unclean was really attracted to her son because he was handsome?

This was too much bad luck!

The blind, old woman paused for a moment and sighed, “Your mother said that you couldn’t remember your dreams before, but now you can remember them, which means that her influence on you is getting stronger and stronger.”

When Wang Ke heard this stranger’s voice, he regained his senses and looked downstairs. He was very surprised and said, “Why are there so many people here?”

Among the crowd, his eyes fell on An Rugu’s smooth and jade-like profile and a hint of amazement inevitably flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Ling patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, “These are the masters I invited to perform an exorcism on you—you have to listen to them.”

Wang Ke was also well aware of the seriousness of the matter, so he nodded, “I understand… Oh, I remember now what she said to me! She said she would come to me tonight and take me away!”

Wang Jianguo was shocked when he heard the words and quickly hugged Wang Ke’s arm, as if by doing this, his son would not be taken away by unclean things.

Zhang Ling was extremely flustered. She tried to suppress the fear in her heart and asked the people present for help, “Masters, she said she is coming to take my son away tonight—what should we do?”

The expressions of the people present were not as relaxed as when they first arrived. The other party invaded his dreams, appeared in the mirror, and said that she will take him away tonight.

Dear friends, this must be a ghost!

The old lady who had been talking before now closed her mouth, obviously thinking about how to deal with the other party.

In the silence, An Rugu’s cold voice resounded clear, “She hasn’t come yet, we should just wait.”

Zhang Ling and her husband thought that this was the only feasible way to do it, so they decided to arrange accommodations for everyone.

Their villa was huge, and there were several suites upstairs, so everyone was allocated rooms.

But until ten o’clock in the evening, they still haven’t gone to their rooms, as if they were prepared to do a vigil through the night.

All except for An Rugu who had gone directly to the room assigned to her and straight to the bathroom to wash up. This made people very puzzled.

The other party said she was coming at night, why did An Rugu go to bed?

Others were embarrassed to ask, but the little Taoist was very curious, so he walked to An Rugu’s door and asked suspiciously, “Sister, won’t you stand vigil with us?”

The people loitering in the corridor appeared like they didn’t care, but they were actually listening with their ears pricked up.

An Rugu said lightly, “I’m used to going to bed early.”

The little Taoist was a little worried when he heard the words, “But we don’t know when she will come. It’s better to be together instead of going off alone. What if she entered your room?”

“It’s okay to rest first,” An Rugu said.

The little Taoist was surprised at her calmness, “Why do you say this?”

“Because she won’t come until three o’clock tomorrow morning.”

Little Taoist: “???”

Other people:”???”

How did she know this? And so precise?

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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