Chapter 15

Chapter 15

After everyone helped lift Jiang Haoyan onto the round platform, I knelt on his back and recited the Exorcism Incantation, then set up a formation to dispel the Evil Energy. After a while, the Deadly Curse lingering on him gradually dissipated. I didn’t even need to use the other spiritual artifacts I had prepared.

Strange. With two Deadly Curses, it shouldn’t have been so weak.

There must still be one more in the house.

But I waited all night and saw no sign of the second Deadly Curse. When morning broke, I walked around the house with my Luopan, discovering that most of the Evil Energy had already faded.

I instructed the Jiang Family: to fully break the formation, they needed to find all the coins left behind from before. There were sixteen coins still missing-eight had been built into the pillars. I pointed out the positions of the remaining coins for them, and told them they also needed to dismantle that round platform by the stairs.

“Two people died from falls in this house. One died in Shen Month and their zodiac was Monkey. Go check it out. Once you confirm their identity, pay your respects at their grave with incense and some offerings.”

I packed up my things, getting ready to leave. The look President Jiang gave me was practically reverent.

“Master, look, the Bagua Mirror got smashed by my son. How much for that mirror?”

I held up two fingers. Twenty yuan. Got it on Pinduoduo.

“Alright, two million. Plus the hard work you put in this time, I’ll transfer five million to your card altogether.”

The Jiang Family sent me off with endless gratitude, but my mind kept going over that missing Deadly Curse.

A Deadly Curse trapped by the Soul-Sealing Array shouldn’t be able to leave the Jiang Family estate-unless someone had an Evil Artifact on them that gave it a way out. But with so many classmates at the banquet that day, how was I supposed to track it down?

With worries weighing on me, I barely touched dinner that night.

The next day, I received five million from the Jiang Family as promised. As usual, I donated four million nine hundred ninety-five thousand, keeping just five thousand for myself. With a little luxury, I treated myself to a pair of Warrior Shoes for 108 yuan.

Back at campus, I noticed rumors flying everywhere. Walking from the cafeteria to my dorm, I heard at least eight different stories.

Some claimed I pretended to be a fortune-telling master just to get close to Jiang Haoyan, but was exposed by President Jiang and kicked out. Others said I actually had real skill-not just in fortune-telling, but as a powerful broker, hobnobbing among wealthy businessmen, a bit like Master Wang Lin.

It was easy to guess where the gossip started: Lou Qianqian was definitely the source.