Lin Chen, using his x-ray vision, looked into the courtyard and saw Wu Jing struggling with a man.

The man was Wang San, a notorious upstart in the village.

This little rascal had done nothing but steal chickens and dogs in the village, earning himself a terrible reputation.

However, in the past two years, he had made some money from his renovation business in the city, becoming quite a catch in the eyes of local matchmakers. Surprisingly, many girls were willing to marry him.

Lin Chen didn't know why the rascal had run over to Wu Jing's house today, and even attempted to molest her.

After all, Wu Jing was on her own and not very strong, and she was quickly pinned down by Wang San.

"Damn it," Lin Chen fumed with rage.

Wu Jing was formerly known as the great beauty of Peach Blossom Village, widely famed. Unfortunately, her husband died early. But she was kind-hearted and had maintained a very good reputation in the village and had often helped the Lin family. Now that she was in danger, how could Lin Chen stand idly by?

Lin Chen sprang forward and climbed over the high wall, then leapt into the courtyard.

"Stop it!" Lin Chen bellowed angrily.

Just as Wang San was about to succeed, he heard a shout that startled him and he hastily let go of Wu Jing, turning to look back.

By then, Lin Chen had reached Wang San and kicked his backside.

The furious Wang San stood up from the ground and glared viciously at Lin Chen, "Who the hell do you think you are, messing with my business?"

Lin Chen snorted coldly, "I am exactly the one to meddle in your business. Got a problem with that?"

Recognizing Lin Chen, Wang San felt intimidated. He had heard recent tales about Lin Chen and knew he was not to be messed with. "Lin Chen, Wu Jing and I were consensual. What's it to you?" he retorted.

By then, Wu Jing had also stood up and was hurriedly fixing her clothes. "Wang San, you're talking nonsense. Who agreed to anything with you?" she retorted.

Wang San let out a cold snort. "Fine. If that's how it is, then pay back the 300,000 yuan I lent to your husband right now or I'll have you thrown in jail."

"You're lying. If my husband had borrowed money from you, how could I not know?" Wu Jing said angrily.

"Whether you knew or not, I have the IOU your husband signed that year. Now that he's gone, you're responsible for this debt."

With that, Wang San produced an IOU that read, "I have borrowed 300,000 yuan from Wang San for business purposes, to be repaid within three years."

The name signed at the bottom was indeed that of Wu Jing's deceased husband, Zhang Zihao.

"It's all here in black and white. Are you trying to deny the debt?" Wang San said triumphantly.

"Impossible, my husband would never borrow money from you. This IOU must be fake," Wu Jing, seeing the IOU in Wang San's hand, was dumbfounded.

"Fake? The signature is unmistakably your husband's, isn't it? Wu Jing, I advise you to come with me. I can forget about the money, or else you know what will happen," Wang San said coldly, shaking the IOU.

"You bastard, you must have tampered with the IOU," Wu Jing was close to breaking down. Suddenly owing so much money, she simply couldn't pay it back.

"Wu Jing, you have three choices: pay the money, come with me, or go to jail. It'd be such a pity to spend your best years locked up," Wang San smacked his lips and said.

Lin Chen could tell at a glance that Wu Jing had been deceived by Wang San, but with the IOU bearing her husband's signature, if it came to a lawsuit, she was certain to lose.

His eyes flicked around; Lin Chen had an idea and decided to help Wu Jing.

"Sister Wu, don't worry, I will repay the money for you," Lin Chen suddenly said.

"You repay the money? Great!" Wang San looked at Lin Chen with a cold gaze. Actually, he had never intended to have Wu Jing repay the money; he just wanted to use it as an excuse to threaten her. However, if Lin Chen truly repaid the money on her behalf, that would be an unexpected bonus.

"Brother Lin, this money can't be repaid. We clearly never borrowed any money from him, so I won't acknowledge this debt," Wu Jing said stubbornly.

"Ha, fine, then I'll see you in court," Wang San snorted coldly and turned to leave.

"Sister Wu, he tampered with this promissory note. If you go to court, you'll definitely lose," Lin Chen said with a wry smile.

Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Wu Jing's expression grew even uglier. Three hundred thousand was more than all her assets combined, she wouldn't be able to gather such an amount even if she sold everything.

Wang San let out a cold chuckle: "Looks like there's someone sensible here. Have you both decided what to do?"

Lin Chen nodded and said, "I'll repay it for her, but I need to take a look at that note. What if it's fake?"

"Humph, how could it possibly be fake!" Wang San was full of confidence. He had gotten Zhang Zihao to sign the note while the latter was drunk, and now that he was dead, there was no one to contest it.

Wang San held the note in his hand for Lin Chen to see.

"How about it, see? I'm right," Wang San said proudly.

"Brother Zi Hao, is this money what you borrowed from Wang San?" Lin Chen suddenly spoke towards Wang San's back.

This remark frightened both Wang San and Wu Jing instantly.

It's known that Zhang Zihao had been dead for two years, yet now Lin Chen was asking him if the promissory note was real or fake, which was truly chilling.

Almost at the same time, Wang San and Wu Jing turned to look behind them, but there was clearly no one there.

"Lin Chen, quit playing supernatural tricks, do you think I'm easily scared?" Wang San snorted coldly.

Lin Chen let out a slight smile: "Just now, he was clearly right there, but he's already left. He stated clearly that he never borrowed any money from you, yet you plan to trick his wife's money, so he took the promissory note away with him."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang San let out a cold laugh, but suddenly his face turned ashen white because he realized that the promissory note in his hand really was gone.

"How is that possible?"

Just a moment ago, the note had been clearly in his hand, and since there was a certain distance between him, Lin Chen, and Wu Jing, it couldn't have been taken by them. So where did the note go?

Looking around, there was no sign of the note. It had truly disappeared into thin air, and upon recalling Lin Chen's recent words, a cold sweat broke out all over him.

"That's right, just now Brother Zhang said that you even dared to harass his wife, he was very angry, and I heard he's planning to come for your life tonight," Lin Chen sighed and said.

Wang San was so terrified upon hearing Lin Chen's words that all his hairs stood on end.

This was too eerie. The promissory note that had just been in his hand had vanished out of nowhere. Could it really have been stolen by that dead spirit? If he was coming to claim his life tonight, this matter was too horrifying.

He suddenly remembered the rumors in the village that Lin Chen had encountered an old Taoist and had learned quite a few spells.

"Little Chen, you can see him, you can communicate with him, you must have a way. I beg you, save me." Wang San immediately knelt down in front of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen sighed, adopting a profound and mysterious demeanor: "This is somewhat difficult!"