Chapter 5: Raising a Resentful Spirit

On this end, because Yan Qiao arrived in time, Liang Song was lucky to be saved.

He collapsed directly onto the ground, gasping heavily, dazed from the near-death experience.

“Liang Song, what happened to you? Did you see a ghost?” Yan Hao was shocked by his brother’s disheveled state, looking distraught and frightened.

But Liang Song couldn’t hear anything he was saying.

He could only see Yan Qiao, and across her face were the big, bold words: Lifesaver.

“Master, save me!” Liang Song immediately hugged Yan Qiao’s leg.

Yan Hao wasn’t having it. He grabbed Liang Song by the collar: “Hey hey hey! What are you doing? If you want to talk, just talk. Why are you grabbing my sister like that?”

But Liang Song refused to let go, clutching her like a lifeline.

Yan Qiao finally spoke. She didn’t like being touched, especially not like this. Excessive physical contact was never her thing.

“Let go. I’ll help you here, but if you keep holding onto me like this, I won’t help you.”

Sure enough, her words worked. In the next second, Liang Song let go.

“Master, I’m safe now, right? Can you figure out who’s trying to harm me?” Liang Song had calmed down a little.

However, just as he finished speaking, a surge of black energy rushed toward him aggressively.

This black mist was different from before—it had taken on a human form, looking like a child of four or five.

It carried a heavy aura of death.

Yan Qiao’s eyes narrowed slightly, radiating danger. How dare it act so arrogantly right under her nose?

At that moment, Liang Song felt his whole body turn cold. Sweat poured down his back.

That feeling of being on the brink of death surged again.

“Master, save me!”

Yan Qiao pulled out her copper coins, chanted an incantation, and slapped a talisman onto them.

“Evil creature, today is your death day!”

The copper coins flew out and hit the black mist, making a sizzling sound as if something was being burned.

Yan Hao even smelled a foul odor in the air.

After a few back-and-forth strikes, the black mist finally dispersed, and a small bundle of cloth fell to the ground.

The cloth tore open, revealing strands of hair, faded and tattered talismans, and traces of blood on them.

Pinching her nose, Yan Qiao walked over to inspect. The cloth seemed to be part of a child’s clothing—maybe from a swaddle?

At the same time, in an old suburban house, the Taoist priest who had just been performing a ritual was now lying on the ground, blood flowing from all seven orifices, dead. His eyes were wide in disbelief. Perhaps even in death, he couldn’t understand how he ended up like this.

After seeing what it was, Yan Qiao lit a fire and burned it.

She had a rough idea of what it was, and her expression turned cold.

Liang Song, having escaped death once again, now didn’t even have the strength to speak.

In his twenty years of life, he had never experienced anything like this.

Yan Hao was dumbfounded as well.

He had just witnessed everything. Although he couldn’t see the black mist, he had seen the object fall to the ground. A strange chill crawled up his spine.

“Ah Qiao, what the hell was that?”

“Someone is raising a resentful spirit to steal wealth and take lives,” Yan Qiao said flatly.

At that moment, as if sensing something, Yan Qiao looked toward a nearby villa and locked eyes with a man standing on the second floor in the night.

Yan Qiao froze. Suddenly, she recalled that the black mist attacking Liang Song earlier looked very similar to the dark aura on that man. Could it be that the person behind the scenes was somehow connected to the one who harmed Li Xiao?

However, the person controlling the resentful spirit had already been backlashed—he should be dead by now.

Still, it might be worth investigating. Perhaps she would discover something unexpected.

She had been fretting about not finding a breakthrough to undo Li Xiao’s curse.

Yan Qiao withdrew her gaze and also heard Liang Song speak again.

“Master! Look at me! Am I still in danger? Who’s behind this? Can you help me find her?” Liang Song fired off a string of questions. After the brush with death, his voice was hoarse.

“As long as you help me, I’ll pay whatever it takes!”

“Alright. Once everything is settled, I’ll tell you the price,” Yan Qiao agreed.

“Good, good, whatever works!”

“Mm. Let’s head to your house.”

Yan Hao was surprised. “Ah Qiao, you’re going to his place now? It’s already so late!”

“It’s not late at all! It’s only ten thirty! Are you my brother or not?” Liang Song had regained some strength and yelled.

“Of course I’m your brother, but Ah Qiao is my sister. It’s late, and you want her to go to a man’s house—I can’t help but worry!” Yan Hao said righteously.

“Let’s go. Less talking, the sooner we go, the sooner we return.”

Actually, Yan Qiao wanted to see if she could find any clues about the person behind all this.

She also wanted to check if there were any harmful items still in the house.

Yan Hao naturally went along. Liang Song wasn’t in any state to drive, so he took on that responsibility.

In the car, Liang Song pondered what Yan Qiao had said earlier.

“Master, you said the one harming me is in my house. Could it be…”

“Tell me about your household,” Yan Qiao interrupted with the question she cared about more.

“At home, it’s just my dad, Aunt Ruan, a six-year-old little brother, and the housekeepers.”

“Everyone usually gets along great!”

Liang Song really couldn’t imagine who would harm him.

It couldn’t be his dad, right?

Aunt Ruan had always been kind to him too. Whenever his dad scolded him, she’d speak up for him. She supported everything he wanted to do.

He really couldn’t figure it out!

“You can know someone’s face, but not their heart. I never liked that Aunt Ruan of yours. I never dared say it before, but she always had that fake smile—like she was pretending,” Yan Hao added from the driver’s seat.

Liang Song’s face darkened. He pursed his lips, saying nothing, lost in thought.

Soon, they arrived at the Liang residence.

Liang Song stormed inside. Ruan Ling was in the living room, looking a bit anxious.

Seeing Liang Song come back safe and sound, she looked as if she’d seen a ghost.

“You… You…”

Seeing her reaction, Liang Song understood immediately.

“Wicked woman! So it really was you!”

“Ah Song, what are you talking about? How could I possibly harm you?”

“I may not be your biological son, but all these years I’ve treated you like my own!”

Ruan Ling said, heartbroken.

“Master, please check! Was it really her?” Liang Song asked Yan Qiao. At this point, she was more reliable than a god in his eyes.

“She has the same dark energy on her. Her face is sharp and bitter, and her eyes are sinister and malicious—it’s her!” Yan Qiao declared confidently. In fact, she had already calculated this on the way there, but waited to confirm it in person.

“You little girl, who are you? Speaking nonsense and stirring up trouble!”

“Aunt Ruan, she’s my sister. I ask that you speak respectfully,” Yan Hao immediately stepped up to protect his sister.

“So it’s Young Master Yan! And your sister can just accuse someone without proof?”

“I thought your Yan family was a noble household from Jiangcheng. Turns out the daughter has no manners at all!”

Hearing this, Yan Hao’s expression turned cold.

“My sister is telling the truth!”

“Ah Qiao! Is there a way to make her reveal her true colors?”