CHAPTER 17: CHAPTER 16: WETTING HIS PANTS FROM FEAR?

Before arriving here, he had already heard from Chen Hai Zhou that their family had found a young girl.

He immediately thought it was unreliable.

A female Daoist, what kind of abilities could she have?

Now that he saw her, it was indeed as expected.

To quickly establish authority in front of the host family, he was the first to step on Mu Yunchu, self-proclaiming as a senior and started lecturing her.

While he spoke, the young Daoist behind him hurriedly glanced up, then lowered his head.

If it were anything else, it would be fine, but when he mentioned Mu Yunchu’s master, the latter frowned unhappily.

That face, usually calm and indifferent, rarely showed any change.

Perhaps her usual demeanor was too gentle, so when she actually got angry, her aura changed instantly.

"What did you say?"

Her calm eyes lightly swept over the elder Daoist’s face, and his words immediately stopped.

Awakening after a while, he was secretly annoyed.

Was he just scared speechless by a look from this young girl?

Damn it!

The elder Daoist bit his teeth in dark hatred, feeling he had lost face. He brushed his sleeves, half pretending, half embarrassed, saying he wanted to leave.

"Since you have an expert here, this poor Daoist will take his leave!"

"Capturing ghosts with such a young girl, if this spreads, I’ll have no face left!"

...

At that moment, Chen Hai Zhou hurriedly stepped forward to reassure him.

Mu Yunchu, however, seemed as if nothing had happened, sitting in her chair watching the show.

Her gaze paused slightly as it passed the young Daoist behind him, then casually moved away.

"Master, you can’t leave, if you leave, what will happen to my son?"

"How about this, whoever can solve this problem will get half a million!"

As his words fell, the elder Daoist’s steps halted.

...

Adjusting his attire, he sat back in the chair and sought a noble reason, "Money is not important."

"This poor Daoist is here to uphold justice..."

The others: "..."

Mu Yunchu’s expression slightly changed upon hearing the half a million.

If she completes this task, her debt can be reduced by a quarter.

A sure win.

...

As the clock approached midnight, the room grew quieter. Somehow, even the insect sounds outside disappeared.

It was that kind of deathly silence.

So quiet that everyone felt increasingly uneasy.

To alleviate the expanding fear, Chen Hai Zhou could only make small talk to disperse the emotions.

"Master, um... can I ask why that female ghost is haunting my son?"

But he found that after asking, the feeling grew stronger.

Just then, unexpectedly, the elder Daoist suddenly cursed.

Frightening everyone into stunned silence looking at him.

"Damn it!"

"Ghosts, if they’re haunting you, they’re haunting you, there’s no ’why’!"

If it weren’t for the ceramic tiles, he would’ve spat on the ground in resentment.

Su Nian skeptically spoke, "But isn’t she wanting to marry my fiancé?"

Because Mu Yunchu said so, she firmly believed it now.

So she asked the old Daoist with concern.

The latter paused, "Oh yes, that’s the case."

His eyes blinked quickly, "But that’s still without reason."

Perhaps she simply thought your future husband was handsome, or maybe she’s lived too long and is lonely.

"Anything’s possible with these things."

"You want to reason with a ghost?" The elder Daoist exaggerated, belittling the ghost to dust, "That’s impossible!"

"Perhaps she’s just been single for too long."

"If you encounter these things, don’t think about nonsense, just kill them all!"

He gestured, saying confidently that if the lady ghost dared to appear, he’d send her soul flying.

But it seemed he was hyped up alone, with others either disapproving of his remarks or unsure how to respond.

The elder Daoist thought the group was intimidated by him, laughing while speaking.

Before his laughter completely faded, Mu Yunchu’s cold voice struck the ground, "No."

The elder Daoist’s smile abruptly ceased, looking at her confused.

"What?"

"I said you’re wrong," Mu Yunchu repeated, staring into his eyes.

The elder Daoist frowned tightly, unhappy.

This brat, again slapping his face.

He crossed his arms, adopting a defensive posture, but leaned back in his chair, "Is that so?"

"Then why don’t you say why the female ghost is haunting him?"

"Surely he didn’t promise to marry her?" The elder Daoist snorted coldly, a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

Casually joking, he never expected Mu Yunchu to nod seriously after hearing him.

"What?"

Mu Yunchu looked aside, "It should be like this."

"Impossible!"

Chen Yuting reacted faster than the elder Daoist.

He sprang up directly.

"In my life, I’ve only dated Nian Nian, I don’t even look at other women. How could I promise to marry another?"

What Mu Yunchu said was impossible.

It was followed by the elder Daoist’s ridiculing, "I understand you want to prove your ability, being young."

"But some words shouldn’t be said recklessly."

Yet Mu Yunchu’s expression remained unchanged, shaking her head.

Completely ignored the elder Daoist.

"Not in this life."

"It’s from three lifetimes ago."

This shocked everyone present.

Three lifetimes ago?

Could there really be such a thing as past lives?

However, this was not the most shocking moment of their night.

Mu Yunchu tilted her head slightly, looking straight at the young Daoist follower who hadn’t spoken, suggesting, "Why don’t you tell them personally?"

Elder Daoist: ?

Everyone’s gaze gathered on him.

Mostly puzzled and skeptical.

Not understanding Mu Yunchu’s meaning.

Especially the elder Daoist, thinking Mu Yunchu was crazy, just about to speak, his follower suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

Frighteningly, the laughter wasn’t from a normal young man.

But akin to a young woman’s sharp voice.

"Heh heh..."

"Heh heh..."

Wave after wave, it was tremendously eerie.

The elder Daoist still hadn’t reacted, wanting to push his follower, but as soon as he reached out, without touching him, he saw the young Daoist’s appearance transform into a classical woman in a red robe.

He gaped, voice stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

Fearfully fumbling for air, reaching something tangible before finally releasing his voice in a scream.

"Ah!!!"

"Ah!!!"

"Ghost!!!"

The scream nearly echoed throughout the house.

His reflex was to flee, discovering his legs had turned weak from fright, standing made him fall on his knees with a thud.

Behind him, Chen Hai Zhou shouted loudly, "Master, a female ghost! A female ghost!"

"Quickly strike and kill her now!"

The robed female ghost looked down at the elder Daoist, "What a charlatan, dared to boast in my presence."

She hadn’t forgotten what he said.

With a wave of her hand, the chair beside the elder Daoist crumbled instantly into powder.

She intended to strike again.

A bizarre sound echoed along with a strange scent.

The female ghost wrinkled her nose in distaste, gazing down at the wet patch by the Daoist’s leg.

Chen Hai Zhou was stunned.

The expert he painstakingly found.

Scared enough to wet himself!?