"Hehe, you weak mortal, you think you can get rid of me?"
The evil ghost let out a cold laugh: "To tell you the truth, you can't even hurt me! On the contrary, I can seize your body! Make you my puppet!"
"Seize my body? You mean you've already devoured the old lady's soul and taken over her body?"
Chen Xiaobei was shocked.
Seizing a body wasn't just a simple possession! It meant the ghost had swallowed the person's soul and completely taken over their body!
If that were the case, the old lady would have already been dead.
Even if the evil ghost was destroyed, it would mean nothing.
Thankfully!
The evil ghost gave a negative answer: "Seizing a body is a long process. I'm only suppressing this old woman's soul now, Gnawing away it little by little."
"That's good! As long as I destroy you, Grandma will recover!" Chen Xiaobei let out a sigh of relief.
"Hmph! Were you kicked in the head by a donkey? What makes you think you can destroy me?"
The evil ghost sneered: "Don't think I can't see it—your combat power is only 100. I'm stronger than you, so I can directly invade your body! And your mortal flesh can't even touch me!"
"Is that so? Then feel free to try!" Chen Xiaobei curled his lips, a confident smile on his face.
"Hmph! Since you're looking for death, why should I refuse?" The evil ghost smiled coldly.
Then, it transformed into a streak of ghostly blue shadow, emerging from the top of the old lady's head, and condensed into an illusory human-shaped yin spirit.
At the same time, the old lady fell into a coma.
"Die! Roar!"
The evil ghost let out a shrill roar, its ferocious mouth opening wide as it charged at Chen Xiaobei!
Its speed was extremely fast—at least three times Chen Xiaobei's speed.
No wonder it was so confident, thinking Chen Xiaobei was sure to lose.
But it never expected that Chen Xiaobei had no intention of fighting it head-on.
"By the law of urgency·Slash!"
Chen Xiaobei growled,raising his arm. The demon-slaying peachwood sword he'd hidden in his sleeve shot out directly.
"Boom..."
The finger-sized peachwood sword suddenly burst into golden flames, growing in the wind to become a three-foot-long flame sword!
A supreme yang energy erupted instantly, bathing the entire room in golden light!
"T-This... How is this possible!? You're just a mere mortal—how could you possess a Underworld artifact!"
The evil ghost let out a terrified scream.
Like a mouse seeing a cat, it felt fear from the depths of its soul.
""Hiss... hiss" ...."
Bathed in golden light, the evil ghost's body began to smoke like it was burning.
Moreover, its form was completely suppressed, unable to move an inch.
"It hurts... It hurts so much... Please... Please spare me..."
The evil ghost let out miserable screams, its shrill voice making people's skin crawl.
"You wanted to seize my body, and I should spare you? Do you think I'm stupid?" Chen Xiaobei's gaze was serious, with no intention of showing mercy.
"Clang!"
The flaming sword slashed down from above!
The evil ghost was engulfed in golden flames, completely vanishing amid 痛苦的 wails!
"Damn! That's cool! What Hollywood special effects—they're all weak compared to this!"
Chen Xiaobei watched the spectacular scene, couldn't help exclaiming.
"Hey? Wait a minute! Where's the peachwood sword? Could it be a one-time item..."
The golden light around him faded, and the demon-slaying peachwood sword was nowhere to be seen.
Chen Xiaobei complained with a distressed look: "Damn it! So in the end, the King of Hell is also a profiteer! If I encounter another ghost, I'll have to beg him again—so treacherous!"
Ding—Slain low-level evil ghost, Three Realms merits +200!
Ding—Congratulations! You've upgraded to "Kind Person"! Current Three Realms merits: 287. 713 merits needed to reach the next level!
Ding—Kind Person (Charm +10, Luck +10)
"Haha! I'm a Kind Person again! Getting so many Three Realms merits—this is awesome!" Chen Xiaobei was delighted.
Although the peachwood sword was gone, trading spicy strips for 200 Three Realms merits was definitely a profitable deal!
Chen Xiaobei composed himself, opened his treasure box, took out the last bottle of Small Hundred Herbs Liquid, and fed it to the old lady.
With the evil ghost eliminated, the Small Hundred Herbs Liquid could cure all illnesses and restore strength. It was only a matter of time before the old lady regained her health.
Chen Xiaobei also breathed a sigh of relief, finally not let down Lan Mengchen's trust.
At this moment.
A middle-aged man walked over outside the room.
"Mengchen, what are you doing standing at the door? Go fetch your grandma—its almost time to meet the guests."
This man was handsome with a straight posture and excellent temperament. Moreover, there was a resemblance between his eyebrows and Lan Mengchen's.
Obviously, he was Lan Mengchen's father, the current head of the Lan family, Lan Zhengguo!
"Dad..." Lan Mengchen bit her lip, looking somewhat nervous.
Clearly, she hadn't asked Lan Zhengguo for permission before asking Chen Xiaobei to read Grandma's fortune.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you going in?" Lan Zhengguo frowned.
"Grandma has something urgent right now. Let's wait a little longer." Lan Mengchen mumbled.
"Nonsense! What urgent matter could your grandma have! Let me in!" Lan Zhengguo wasn't easy to fool, seeing something was wrong at a glance.
As he spoke, he was about to step into the room.
"Dad! You can't go in!"
Lan Mengchen grabbed his arm, explaining: "It's like this... I found a fortune-telling feng shui master who can make Grandma recover. Let's not disturb him."
"A feng shui master?"
Lan Zhengguo's face darkened, and he raged: "This is ridiculous! Are you still my daughter, Lan Zhengguo's daughter? How could you believe those charlatan!"
"Dad! Xiaobei isn't a charlatan! I've seen his ability to predict things accurately with my own eyes! I promised him I wouldn't go in! And I won't let others in either!"
Lan Mengchen stood directly in front of the door, her gaze very firm.
"What do you mean? For a charlatan, you're ignoring Grandma's safety? And defying your father's order?" Lan Zhengguo's face darkened, his anger growing.
Lan Mengchen frowned: "I'm doing this for Grandma's good! Her vitality is getting worse and worse, and the hospital can't find a reason. We have to try other methods! If we keep delaying, Grandma will collapse!"
"Inviting a charlatan is the method you thought of?"
Lan Zhengguo sighed, looking hate iron for not becoming steel"
(This Chinese idiom expresses frustration when someone fails to meet expectations despite having potential, similar to Lan Zhengguo's disappointment in the context): "I always thought you were a smart, rational child. I never expected you to be so superstitious! You've disappointed me greatly!"
"Zhengguo! Don't scold Mengchen!"
At that moment, a strong voice came.
The door opened.
There stood the old lady and Chen Xiaobei, walking out side by side, their hands linked like grandparents and grandchildren.