Chapter 26: Chapter Twenty-One: Boss Fang

Yan assistant took a deep breath: “Your boss was rushed straight to the hospital. Before getting in the car, he instructed me to visit you personally and beg you to spare some time to meet him.”

Chen Yan shook his head: “Since he’s injured, let’s wait a few days. There’s nothing urgent anyway…”

“It’s urgent! Extremely urgent!” Yan assistant stared pleadingly at Chen Yan. “Mr. Chen, it’s truly urgent… I need to explain the matter to you slowly— you…”

Chen Yan considered it. He had nothing planned for today. Besides, Yan assistant had always been courteous to him and handled things in a way that pleased him.

“Alright, I’ll go with you.”

But… such a wealthy boss, and the owner of a haunted house.

Hmm, last night he suddenly held a ritual…

And this morning he broke a bone?

Chen Yan suddenly understood.

Could it be… when Ma boss sought out Old Grandma, he was also seeking something?

It seems I’m about to make my first sale.

Thinking of this, Chen Yan glanced at Yan assistant: “Since you’re going to see your boss, you should prepare some tools.”

“Yes, yes, you…”

Chen Yan cleared his throat:

“Stay right here. I…”

“I won’t move! Not at all! I’ll wait right here for you!”

So you think one free ride isn’t enough?

Yan assistant grumbled inwardly but kept a wide smile on his face.

Chen Yan returned home first, took nothing else, only the Luo Pan he’d bought online for 180 yuan, then turned and left.

Seeing Chen Yan walk out holding the Luo Pan, Yan assistant’s heart settled.

He’d seen this thing many times before.

This man truly wasn’t ordinary!

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This was Chen Yan’s first time riding in a Mercedes-Benz.

The last time he rode with Ma boss’s men didn’t count—that was a Maybach.

How to describe it… incredibly comfortable.

Full of the scent of money.

Chen Yan was a common man—he liked this scent quite a bit.

Yan assistant, however, after getting in the car, smiled nervously beside him.

Chen Yan sighed: “Enough with the formality, Yan assistant. We’re acquainted. Tell me about your boss—what’s really going on?”

Yan assistant sighed softly: “Our Boss Fang… lately, he’s been having terrible luck.”

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Boss Fang’s bad luck began last month.

First, while out negotiating a deal, he got caught in sudden bad weather and got soaked in the rain.

The next day, he caught a cold.

He didn’t take it seriously, just took some cold medicine.

Within days, he developed pneumonia.

He spent a week in the hospital, his hands swollen from IV drips. Worst of all, he nearly died— the antibiotics he used were ones he’d taken before, but this time they triggered a severe allergic reaction.

If they hadn’t caught it in time, he might have died.

After finally recovering and being discharged from the hospital, he played a round of golf with a friend, strained his back, and had to lie down at home for two more days.

After feeling better, he went to his office and learned that a shipment of his goods had been involved in a traffic accident, with an entire truck tipping into the river.

Fortunately, the driver was unharmed; otherwise, he would have had to pay even more in compensation.

Mr. Fang realized that encountering so many accidents and misfortunes in such a short time couldn’t be mere coincidence.

The fact that he dared to buy a haunted house and invest in such a thing suggests he knew a few esoteric masters.

So he went to visit one of the masters he knew, who performed a divination and told him the root of the problem lay in the haunted house he owned.

By purchasing the haunted house and becoming its owner, he had become entangled in its karmic consequences.

Although several rituals had been performed in the haunted house before, the malevolent energy from such a grave incident was stubborn and likely had never been fully purged—only temporarily suppressed for several years.

Lately, some unclean forces may have begun to stir again…

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Chen Yan listened, then smiled: “So that’s it. Your sudden ritual last night was because your boss has been hit by too much bad luck, and some master told him it’s because of the haunted house?

I thought it odd—you never mentioned a ritual when I rented the place. Turns out it was an afterthought.”

“Exactly,” Yan assistant sighed bitterly. “But last night, after the ritual was done, everything should’ve been fine.

Yet this morning, my boss broke his leg again…”

Boss Fang is truly terrified now. Clearly, the ritual performed by Qing Shu of Luoyunzhai had zero effect.

You’re the real master—he wants to see you immediately, not a moment to spare.

If we wait two more days, who knows what danger might come next.”

Chen Yan listened, thought for a moment, then nodded: “I understand.”

He fell silent, closed his eyes, and pretended to nap.

Yan assistant dared not disturb him. He sat quietly beside him, not daring to speak, even breathing softly, focusing entirely on driving.

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Chen Yan hadn’t slept for a full day and night. Sitting in the comfortable car seat, the warm air conditioning made him drowsy. Soon, he dozed off.

After some time, the car jolted slightly. Chen Yan opened his eyes—the car had entered the hospital gates; the jolt came from crossing the speed bump at the entrance.

Chen Yan knew this hospital—it was a high-end private hospital in Jin Ling, famous for its exorbitant prices.

After parking, Chen Yan followed Yan assistant straight into the inpatient building. Entering the lobby, he felt the hospital’s inpatient wing was built like a luxury hotel.

They took the elevator to the orthopedic ward, walked down the corridor, and arrived at a patient room.

Yan assistant opened the door and ushered Chen Yan in. Chen Yan immediately scanned the room—it resembled a luxury hotel suite.

Bright windows, clean surfaces, central air conditioning. A flat-screen TV on the wall, a sofa, a coffee table.

It even had a private bathroom.

The only thing different from a hotel room was the bed—the standard hospital bed. That couldn’t be replaced; professional beds must meet emergency standards.

Then Chen Yan saw Boss Fang.

He lay on the bed, one leg already in a splint. As Chen Yan entered, Boss Fang was scrolling on his phone.

Hearing footsteps, Boss Fang looked up. Yan assistant hurried over: “Boss, I’ve brought Mr. Chen.”

Boss Fang’s round, chubby face instantly lit up with a smile. His eyes fixed on Chen Yan, his tone warm: “Mr. Chen! Master Chen! You’ve finally arrived…”

He tried to sit up, then winced in pain. Yan assistant reacted quickly and pressed him down: “Boss, don’t strain your injury…”

Chen Yan watched Boss Fang’s performance—he was acting at least seventy percent. He waved his hand: “Boss Fang, just lie still. No need for such formality.”

He glanced around the room…

Yan assistant moved fast—before Chen Yan could move, he’d already pulled a chair over and placed it beside the bed.

The moment Chen Yan sat down, Boss Fang grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly: “To meet a true master is my great honor! But meeting you this way—I, Fang, have been remiss in etiquette. Please forgive me, Master Chen.”

Chen Yan gently pried his hand away and studied Boss Fang for a moment: “No need for pleasantries, Boss Fang. No one wants to suffer accidents like this.”

Boss Fang grinned: “Master Chen, you’re young—you don’t care for empty formalities… that…”

He glanced at Yan assistant.

Yan assistant immediately said: “I’ll go brew some tea for Master Chen.”

He turned and left.

Chen Yan didn’t stop him—he knew Yan assistant didn’t dare sit and listen to his boss’s private matters; he was just making an excuse to leave.

Boss Fang gathered his thoughts: “Xiao Yan has served me for years—he’s always reliable. I can’t function a single day without him.

This morning, thanks to the protective jade tablet you gave him—he might’ve suffered bloodshed otherwise.

I must thank you for this…”

“No need,” Chen Yan shook his head firmly. “That jade tablet wasn’t a gift—it was a purchase. You already paid me. That matter is settled.”

Boss Fang nodded rapidly: “I understand, I understand! Masters like you avoid entanglement—that’s called ‘not touching karmic ties.’”

Chen Yan saw Boss Fang was about to continue with more flattery—he was tired of middle-aged businessmen’s tactics. He waved his hand: “Boss Fang, Yan assistant already explained your situation on the way. I hate beating around the bush. Let’s get straight to the point.”

“Yes, yes!” Boss Fang blinked. “Since Xiao Yan told you everything, please take a good look at me—”

Chen Yan thought for a moment: “I can’t be certain about everything, but I’ll say this first—Boss Fang, whatever’s happened to you lately, it has nothing to do with the villa I’m renting.”

“Huh?” Boss Fang froze.

Chen Yan spoke calmly: “The first day I moved in, I checked every corner of the house. That villa is perfectly clean.”

He paused. Seeing Boss Fang still looked doubtful, Chen Yan shook his head: “I’ve lived there for many days now. If there were any evil spirits or impurities inside, I would’ve dealt with them myself long ago.”

Boss Fang nodded—he had a point.

“Then… what should I do?” Boss Fang grew anxious. “Master Chen, you don’t understand. Technically, even with a broken leg, I don’t need to be hospitalized—just a cast and I could go home…

But I’m terrified!

I’ve had too much bad luck lately—I’d rather stay in the hospital. If something else happens, I’ll get help faster.”

Chen Yan chuckled.

After thinking for a moment, he said slowly: “Don’t rush. Since I’ve come, I’m certainly willing to help.”

As he spoke, Chen Yan smiled warmly at Fang Zong.

Fang Zong, quick-witted, immediately said: “The Dao is not lightly passed on—I understand, I understand! But may I ask, Master Chen, what is your fee for one intervention?”

Chen Yan had already thought this through on the way here: “Let’s not discuss the fee yet. First, let me see if I can resolve your problem.”

If I can resolve it, I’ll help you once—and I won’t miss a single benefit I’m due.”

If I can’t help, according to my rules, I take nothing, turn around, and leave—please seek someone more capable.”

Fang Zong said: “How could that be! I could never let you work for free. Regardless of the outcome, I’ll surely give you a generous reward…”

Though he said this, he actually felt considerably more at ease—after all, this was his first meeting with Chen Yan.

The shattered jade tablet had indeed been astonishing. But now that he saw Chen Yan in person, Fang Boss was secretly a bit uneasy.

Although Assistant Yan had said this tenant was twenty-two (the lease contract had a copy of his ID).

Yet, seeing him in person, he felt this man looked far too young.

Chen Yan could guess what Fang Zong was thinking, but said nothing. He then told Fang Zong to lie down, close his eyes, and relax his mind.

Chen Yan took out the Luo Pan and walked slowly around the room, pretending to survey and calculate something.

After more than ten minutes, he put away the Luo Pan, sat back down in his chair, and asked Fang Zong for his birth details—year, month, day, hour, zodiac sign, and so on…

It was all an act.

He had been raised by the Old Grandma; though he never learned the arts, she had taught him many tricks.

Even the simplest task, when performed before a paying client, had to look elaborate, requiring great effort and time.

Only then would the client feel the money was worth it.

In truth… while performing this long show in front of Fang Boss, the most crucial and useful thing Chen Yan had done was secretly open his Heavenly Eye to observe qi and assess the man. After glancing at Fang Zong twice, he already had a rough idea.

This man’s fortune was deeply off—his Yin Tang was already somewhat dark and bluish, and with the Heavenly Eye open, he could see thin strands of black qi swirling around his head.

But it seemed as though the black qi was nearly gone.

That was strange.

Because Chen Yan saw that the root of this black qi was not on Fang Zong himself.

It was more like…

Someone had cursed him?

Hmm, maybe not a person—perhaps he had come into contact with some sinister object?

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