Chapter 8: The Soul Summoning

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However, Liu Qingqing clearly held no affection for Chen Feng. After exchanging only a few words, she moved to sit on a nearby sofa.

“Chen Feng, haven’t I told you already? I don’t like you. Stop sending me messages. There’s nothing possible between us.”

Liu Qingqing seemed cornered by Chen Feng and bluntly voiced her thoughts, which caused Chen Feng to widen his eyes in surprise.

Yet, he appeared to have anticipated this outcome. Smiling, he said to Liu Qingqing,

“Qingqing, you know your family’s situation lately. To break your family’s streak of bad luck, your Liu clan still needs the help of my Chen family. You should be well aware of what I do for a living.

“Even if you don’t consider yourself, you should think about your family. Do you want your old Liu family to just fade away in this provincial capital?”

This young master seemed to have an intimate understanding of what had happened to the Liu family.

His words struck Liu Qingqing deeply, causing her to slump despondently onto the sofa.

The upheaval at home yesterday had unsettled Liu Qingqing, a staunch atheist.

She hadn’t expected such drastic changes to her family overnight.

“Chen Feng, don’t try to scare me with words like that. We’ve already hired a master; you don’t need to mock us with your sarcastic remarks.”

Frowning, Liu Qingqing expressed her displeasure toward Chen Feng.

“Chen Feng, you don’t need to trouble yourself over my family’s affairs. Please be mindful of our relationship in the future—I’m worried others might misunderstand.”

She glanced at me noticeably as she said this, but quickly averted her gaze.

“Qingqing, who are you afraid others might misunderstand? Could it be Chen Qiyue, your betrothed? That guy hasn’t left his house since his grandfather passed away.”

“In my view, he’s a good-for-nothing. Even if he studies feng shui, he’ll never match his grandfather’s level.”

“Besides, your Liu family has already broken off the engagement with him. He’s no longer your fiancé. If I date you, what does it matter to him?”

The young master said this with a smug expression, as if he had already won her over.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qingqing stood up from the sofa. She could no longer tolerate Chen Feng’s words.

“Chen Feng, leave. You’re not welcome here! Don’t call me again—I won’t meet you anymore.”

Chen Feng wasn’t angered by her dismissal.

Instead, he wore a victorious smile and said,

“Liu Qingqing, no matter what you say, I’m not upset. Who told you I like you? But I’ll tell you this—if your family loses the support of our Chen family here, you might never recover. Whether you believe it or not is none of my concern.”

With that, the young master left the Liu family villa triumphantly, driving away in his flashy car.

“He’s no good. Though fate has granted him some wealth, his life won’t be long. It’s better for you to stay away from him.”

I said softly to Liu Qingqing as I packed away the magical artifact I had just used, preparing to leave the Liu villa.

The malevolent forces here had been subdued.

The disaster hanging over the Liu family was now lifted.

Whether they could restore their former glory was up to fate—I was powerless in that regard.

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“Qiyue, are you leaving? Can you stay here with me for a while? I’m scared being alone at home. I feel like there are ghosts in this house.”

Liu Qingqing’s pale face spoke volumes, as if it had taken great effort to say these words.

“It’s broad daylight. What is there to be afraid of? The demon that possessed your mother has already been subdued by me.”

I said, puzzled, looking toward Liu Qingqing.

But as I turned to her, I noticed a dark mist hovering over her cheek.

She was showing signs of being haunted by a vengeful spirit demanding her life.

How could this be?

I had already exorcised the demons in the Liu family, so why was she still being targeted by a vengeful soul?

It didn’t make sense.

Then, I thought of someone.

Chen Feng—the scoundrel who had just driven away.

He was also a descendant of a feng shui family.

He must have been using some crude trick to change Liu Qingqing’s feelings toward him, hoping she would fall for him.

This ghostly possession was one such method he could use.

Despicable!

I cursed inwardly—Chen Feng was truly a wretched character.

To use such vile means to harm a young lady was a disgrace to the feng shui world.

“Qiyue, I’m scared. Please don’t leave. I’m really afraid.”

After saying this, Liu Qingqing was completely engulfed by the black mist. Her limbs moved uncontrollably toward the door as she pushed it open.

It seemed Chen Feng’s soul-compelling curse was taking effect.

“Don’t worry. Since I’ve encountered this matter, I’ll handle it. Besides, you were once my fiancée.”

I said calmly to Liu Qingqing. Upon hearing this, she lost consciousness entirely.

She became like a puppet devoid of will, walking out of the villa.

To teach Chen Feng a lesson, I silently followed her.

Thus, the two of us stepped out of the Liu family villa, one behind the other.

Not far from the villa, I spotted Chen Feng’s flashy sports car parked by the roadside.

Apparently, that scoundrel had planned to act against Liu Qingqing all along.

Seeing Liu Qingqing approaching his car, Chen Feng hurriedly got out to greet her.

At that moment, he seemed convinced he had succeeded.

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Little did he know, I was carefully watching him from behind.

I flagged down a taxi and signaled the driver to follow the sports car ahead.

At first, the driver was confused—an ordinary taxi chasing a sports car? It sounded like a joke.

But when I pulled out a thousand yuan, the driver’s resolve strengthened.

He swore to me that as long as the sports car didn’t leave the provincial capital, he could keep up anywhere.

Soon, Chen Feng’s sports car roared to life and sped away.

My taxi driver was no less determined.

Accelerating, he kept the taxi within a hundred meters of the sports car.

“Boss, don’t worry. My car may not be great, but my driving skills are top-notch. On these roads, if that sports car can hit 150 km/h, so can I. Just give me another 500 yuan, and I’ll overtake him.”

The driver boasted confidently, convinced that money could get him ahead.

“No need, sir. Just keep behind him and don’t lose sight,” I said quickly, signaling him not to overtake.

All that mattered was not losing the sports car.

“What’s wrong, brother? Did your wife run off with someone? Or did she cheat on you?”

“It’s okay. I’ve been through it. Don’t worry, I got your back.”

The driver held the steering wheel with one hand and smoothly lit a cigarette with the other.

He hadn’t felt this fired up in a long time. Facing off against a sports car was his chance to shine.

Half an hour later, Chen Feng’s car stopped outside a paper offering shop called “Immortal Pavilion.”

Though I didn’t know why he stopped there, I followed him inside.

Before getting out, I handed the driver another two hundred yuan to acknowledge his skill.

To my surprise, he refused the money.

“Brother, men have to be open-minded. Life’s not easy; everyone’s got their troubles. Just bring her back—don’t make a scene.”

With those words, the driver drove away, leaving me standing there, somewhat bewildered.

Though I didn’t fully understand his meaning, I sensed a glimpse of his life through his words.

I hope he finds happiness in the days ahead.

After offering my silent blessing, I pushed open the door and stepped into the paper offering shop.

I wondered how Liu Qingqing was faring now.

Had Chen Feng, that scoundrel, already harmed her?