Volume One, Chapter Four: From Gentle and Compliant to Sullen and Irritable
Yan Chu reached out and rubbed the little boy’s head. “If you’re just sick…”
“Then… what if I’m not sick, but seeing ghosts?” Xiao Luo suddenly grinned, rolling his eyes up toward Yan Chu.
That smile carried an inexplicable eerie chill.
Xiao Luo’s parents and grandparents standing nearby felt goosebumps instantly creeping up their arms.
Here it comes, again, once more.
Xiao Luo’s unpredictable transformations had returned!
Lately, this happened frequently.
One moment, he was a well-behaved, gentle child; the next, he grew dark and irritable.
At times, his gaze was like ice shards—capable of freezing anyone who met it.
Only Yan Chu smiled casually, unfazed. “Don’t worry. Catching ghosts is my specialty.”
Hearing this, Xiao Luo’s father looked panicked. “Master, is it true that Xiao Luo really…”
“No need to be nervous,” Yan Chu’s smile remained steady. “He’s just possessed by something else. When the time is right, we’ll root it out.”
The Liu family grew pale at this.
Not nervous about some dirty spirit possessing their child? Then what would make them nervous?
Lady Liu’s voice trembled. “Master, can you really do this? Will our Xiao Luo be safe?”
“Yes, Master, our son’s safety is paramount,” the elderly Mrs. Liu added anxiously. “We’ll pay whatever it costs, as long as you can solve Xiao Luo’s problem.”
“Rest assured, since I’ve come, I will fix this,” Yan Chu replied with a calm, reassuring smile.
That smile seemed to carry a soothing power.
The Liu family’s previously anxious hearts slowly settled.
Old Master Liu asked, “Is there anything we should prepare?”
Yan Chu thought for a moment. “Prepare some easily digestible food. Once the spirit is dealt with, he’ll likely be very hungry.”
Mrs. Liu and Lady Liu immediately went to the kitchen to instruct the servants to cook porridge.
In the living room, Xiao Luo blinked, hiding the disdain flickering in his eyes.
His face still wore the guise of an obedient, gentle child. “Sister, you’re really powerful?”
Yan Chu nodded, pressing two acupoints lightly on his head.
Suddenly, Xiao Luo stiffened, closed his eyes tightly, and slumped onto the sofa.
“Xiao Luo…” his father rushed over, worried, and held him tightly.
Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, the boy’s eyes opened again.
His gaze was clear, innocent, and obedient. “Dad, what’s wrong with you?”
He was back to normal!
“Xiao Yan, this is…” Old Master Liu watched the miraculous scene, bewildered.
Yan Chu explained, “I’ve temporarily suppressed the thing inside him. When the yin energy grows strong later and the spirit becomes active, we’ll pull it out.”
The Liu family finally relaxed.
Xiao Luo was naturally a shy, simple boy. Knowing he was possessed terrified him deeply.
To calm him, Yan Chu chatted casually.
“What do you like to do? Do you like going on adventures with your friends?”
Xiao Luo shook his head. “Besides school, I usually stay home. Only on weekends do I attend tutoring classes.”
Yan Chu winced inwardly. Kids these days are really overworked.
Such a small child, his backpack heavier than he is.
Heavy schoolwork during the week, plus tutoring on weekends—no time to breathe.
“Have you been anywhere strange lately, besides tutoring?”
“Strange places?” Xiao Luo frowned. “Not really… I mean…”
He suddenly stopped talking, lowering his head, lost in thought.
Old Master Liu frowned. “Boy, when Sister Xiao Yan asks you something, just answer! Why stop halfway?!”
Yan Chu glanced out the window; the sun was setting, the last rays fading from the horizon.
When the final light disappeared, Yan Chu looked back at the bowed Xiao Luo.
At that moment, Xiao Luo looked up, their eyes meeting. The boy’s eyes blazed with unhidden malice.
“Bitch, are you annoying or what? Asking all these questions like you’re my mom?!”
His tone and expression were crude and arrogant, as if he’d become a different person.
Xiao Luo’s father’s face turned green. “Brat, how do you talk to the master like that? You…”
Xiao Luo grabbed his father’s pointing hand. “Old man, who’re you pointing at? I warn you, don’t be waving your finger at me, or don’t blame me for not respecting my elders!”
He infuriated his father immensely.
Old Master Liu blew his whiskers and glared, looking pleadingly at Yan Chu. “Xiao Yan, you see…”
Yan Chu still smiled brightly. “Oh? Quite the temper. Did you grow up on the streets?”
“Hey, little girl, your eyes are sharp!” Xiao Luo sneered, turning his head with a roguish look.
“You’re all talk, no morals. A real man would never treat a kid like this!”
Xiao Luo’s face darkened. “You little bitch, what did you say…”
Yan Chu swiftly pulled out a talisman from her bag and slapped it onto Xiao Luo’s forehead.
Then she raised her right hand, fingers clawing in a grabbing motion.
In an instant, a male ghost was torn out of Xiao Luo’s body.
The ghost wore a black tank top, his arms covered with massive tattoos—blue dragon on the left, white tiger on the right.
A cleaver was lodged in his head, blood dripping down his face and scalp, making him look terrifying.
The ghost glared at Yan Chu with a cruel expression, grabbing the cleaver and swinging it toward her.
In the blink of an eye, the knife was inches from Yan Chu’s neck.
Old Master Liu and his son shouted in fright.
But Yan Chu calmly pinched the cleaver with two fingers.
The menacing blade couldn’t advance even an inch.
Her delicate fingers squeezed gently.
Snap!
The cleaver broke cleanly in two.
The ghost’s face changed drastically.
Realizing he’d met a formidable opponent, he began to plead.
“Master, I was wrong.”
Yan Chu smiled. “You only beg now? Don’t you think it’s too late?”
She then took out a small embroidered sachet from her bag.
The sachet was adorned with Sanskrit and strange symbols.
“You caused trouble while alive and can’t behave in death. Looks like you need to be taught a lesson!”
Yan Chu tore open the pouch and aimed it at the ghost.
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