Chapter 1385: Fantasy Antique Shop Part-Time Job Log 19

While eating, suddenly this matter blew up; even if Guli were slow‑witted, he could sense something was off.

Guli looked doubtfully at the silenced Gu Pan, then at Ying Wu Shu and asked, "Master, are you still hiding something from us?"

It seems this matter can't be kept hidden.

Chang Yi Qian sighed, weakly shook his head; without needing Ying Wu Shu to explain, he personally told Guli about the yin attire matter.

Gu Meng clenched her knife and fork, the just‑startled feeling gradually tightening, yet she heard Chang Yi Qian say:

"It's not all Gu Meng's fault; she was also used as a pawn by others. If we say she made a mistake, it's just that she deliberately concealed it from us."

Gu Meng looked up in surprise, saw Guli's gaze toward her, then weakly shrank back.

"Second sister… sorry, I really didn't know this was yin attire… I was just scared."

Gu Meng clutched her heart, unable to eat, frightened by this shocking news to the point of being beyond description.

"Who exactly is behind this? Have you found out?"

Gu Meng instinctively slapped the table and stood up, her whole body agitated: "It's Gu Pan! Second sister! He's the one who harmed you! He wants to seize that inheritance, so… ah!!"

The frightened Gu Meng stared at the door, pointing straight ahead, "Yin attire…"

Everyone turned to see the disheveled Master Xuan Gui carrying a few stacks of clothes, his forehead split and bleeding, and he immediately shouted.

"Fierce! This evil is extremely fierce!"

Besides the two talismans given by Ying Wu Shu, Master Xuan Gui had also stuck several extra talisman papers on the upper and lower levels, yet he was still caught off guard by the evil spirit.

Master Xuan Gui flung the stacks of clothes at Jin Chen, shouting, "Junior! You take charge! Old Man, I can't handle this!"

He waved his hands, stepping back repeatedly, "I can't handle this!"

He had completely lost any confidence he had before setting out.

Jin Chen raised his hand to catch them, furrowed his brow, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the evil spirit?"

"He ran!" Master Xuan Gui gestured wildly, "He ran as soon as he entered the Main Gate! But your formation works—he didn't get out; now he's hiding."

The two sets of dark‑red wedding robes, without the illusion‑dispelling spell, reeked of blood; if not for the master's testimony, Guli would never believe that this new outfit was actually the one he had worn.

"Cough… cough cough cough… cough!"

Guli began coughing up blood again without warning; just looking at the clothes made him feel uneasy.

"Continue the spirit, transform the evil, seal the grudge within!"

Ying Wu Shu again placed a seal on the yin attire, barely containing the incessantly overflowing resentment inside.

Jin Chen joined his two fingers, drew a talisman in the air, then circled the rims of the two cups and unleashed a palm strike from a distance.

The two cups of water were respectively brought to Chang Yi Qian and Guli; Jin Chen said softly, "Drink it."

"Hey! Don't run!"

Luo Qiu suddenly exclaimed, having thought Gu Pan would flee through the Main Gate, but after just a few steps he saw him push open the window and jump down.

"Damn…"

Luo Qiu dared not pursue further, looking down along the window, but it was completely dark and he couldn't see anything.

"This is the fourth floor!" Luo Qiu lamented.

Just then, taking advantage of everyone's diverted attention, a shadow‑like soul ghost burst from the wall, seized Guli and dragged him toward the door.

Jin Chen made a split‑second decision, propped himself on the dining table with one hand, leapt from the chair, and intercepted at the door, just missing the few seconds when Gu Pan jumped out the window to escape.

The soul ghost let out a sharp screech at Jin Chen, then dragged the unconscious Guli into the wall.

"Wu Shu! What do we do?"

Luo Qiu, lying on the windowsill, turned his head and asked.

For a moment, the dining hall fell into panic.

Gu Meng curled up under the table, trembling, while Chang Yi Qian's eyes reddened as he wanted to go find Guli.

Gu Cun scratched his head and decided to follow the hero!

Ying Wu Shu grabbed Jin Chen's hand and whispered a few words.

Jin Chen frowned: "No."

"Your formation is in the courtyard; nothing will happen. They obviously want to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so splitting up is the most effective method."

Ying Wu Shu's thinking was clear; seeing him stand firm, Jin Chen could only nod, "Stay safe, call me if anything happens."

As soon as the words fell, Jin Chen chased straight after the soul ghost, with Chang Yi Qian hurrying after him, fearing something might happen to Guli.

Ying Wu Shu: "Little Qiu! Let's go track Gu Pan!"

"Hey! Coming, coming!"

——

The soul ghost hid inside the wall, but it was still within this villa and could not escape Jin Chen's divine sense sweep.

"Between the six directions and within the four seas, all ghosts conceal their traces; one talisman seeks their tracks."

Jin Chen threw the tracking talisman, and within moments a specific location appeared.

"Oh…" Chang Yi Qian, exhausted from the chase, struggled along and finally caught up.

"Huh?"

The soul ghost blankly watched the approaching Jin Chen, dazed for half a second, then immediately bristled.

"This person runs so fast!!"

In the dim stairwell, only the window lattice let in Youyou's moonlight, which happened to fall on Jin Chen's shoulder, inexplicably making him seem even more mysterious.

Jin Chen lifted his gaze at the soul ghost, icy and emotionless: "Person, hand him over."

The soul ghost shifted half a step back, looking a bit flustered.

"It's just a poor little ghost caught by that hateful exorcist! I can't beat it!"

The soul ghost hesitated for two seconds, utterly lacking professionalism, he flung Guli, whom he was shouldering, toward Jin Chen, then lifted his legs and tried to run.

"Li'er!" Chang Yi Qian lunged forward to catch his wife, feeling Guli's body icy cold, he hurriedly slapped the talisman Ying Wu Shu gave onto her face and held her tightly.

Jin Chen watched the soul ghost flee, standing still without moving, after chanting the lethal incantation he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Hiss—

The soul ghost was scorched, and in an instant it turned to ash and vanished.

On the other side.

Sure enough, as Ying Wu Shu had anticipated, Gu Pan fled the restaurant to meet up with Jiefu.

Ying Wu Shu's steps paused slightly, he stopped beside the loft, hiding around the corner to observe.

But Ying Wu Shu overlooked that the follower Gu Cun could not conceal his breath at all, and was discovered by Jiefu in a moment.

Get out!

Jiefu spoke fluent Now we need to output English, his expression changed drastically, and he slapped out with a palm.

Ying Wu Shu swiftly dodged, wearing a smile that didn't reach his eyes, then he leisurely walked out.

"Such keen observation—Doctor Jiefu indeed hides his abilities."

Jiefu sneered coldly, not seeing the Silence and few words man following him, and instantly let down his guard.

"Such a long-laid plot, you discovered it so easily, you don't even give me a chance to speak!"

Jiefu snorted coldly.

Gu Pan's silence spell was undone by Jiefu; Gu Pan stood with hands behind his back and suddenly proposed: "You're also here for the money—why not do this?"

"I'll give you a few million, don't meddle in the Gu Family's affairs, how about that?"

Ying Wu Shu rarely shows off his wealth, after all, he has nothing to show off.

But Ying Wu Shu spoke without guilt: "Spirit Pure Crossing lacks no money; the magical implements used today to kill ghosts, altogether, are worth tens of millions."

That's also true— the wealthy one is Spirit Pure Crossing, not Ying Wu Shu.

Ying Wu Shu took a moment and sighed again.

Tens of millions! Just a few magical implements?! Are they made of gold?!

This really left Gu Pan speechless— you can't really be bribing them with several tens of millions!

"No need for more words— take this move!"

Jiefu shouted angrily, extremely annoyed that this bunch had ruined his plans; at that moment he only wished to kill two people to vent his fury.

Jiefu bit his middle finger until it broke, drew a peach-wood sword in midair, yet its whole body was black, oddly sinister.

Ying Wu Shu narrowed his eyes, drew a weapon from the hundred-treasure pouch at his waist of his long robe; his whole body exuded a refined chill, and his aura shifted.

The Jade Staff was translucent and lustrous, yet its cold indifference remained undiminished.