The atmosphere in the room became heavy as my father stared at the small porcelain bottle in Chen Yuanshan's hand, stuttering incoherently. "I-I-I..."

"Are you scared?" Chen Yuanshan asked, looking at my father with a smirk.

"N-no, why would I be scared? Just drip it," my father responded nervously, taking the bottle from Chen Yuanshan and applying a drop of ox-eye tears to each of his eyes.

"This stuff stings! Are there any side effects?" My father squinted, wearing an uncomfortable expression.

"These ox-eye tears will temporarily stimulate your eyeballs. No side effects, don't worry," Chen Yuanshan assured him, taking back the bottle. "This is not cheap. Just this small bottle is worth over ten thousand. And it's hard to come by. If I were to offer this service to others, I'd charge two thousand for a single drop."

"Cut the crap. We've severed our father-son relationship. Don't bring the bill to me; go ask him for money," I retorted, pointing at my father.

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"You little brat!" My father, angered by my words, cursed at me.

At that moment, a chilling cold breeze swept into the room, causing my father and me to shiver involuntarily, contrasting with Chen Yuanshan, who remained composed.

"She's coming up," Chen Yuanshan said, pointing toward the river. My father and I, with a shared sense of anxiety, turned our attention to the water.

A disheveled woman emerged from the center of the river, standing upright on the surface. As she stepped onto the riverbank, my father rubbed his eyes and looked again.

"She's coming!" my father exclaimed, horrified.

"Water ghosts can only stay in the water and can't come ashore normally. They can only emerge when it's raining. After the rain stops, they must return to the water. If a water ghost stays away from water for too long, it risks losing its soul," Chen Yuanshan explained, pointing at the female water ghost.

My father, now speechless, was convinced by Chen Yuanshan's words. The ghostly figure approached, and my father, overwhelmed with fear, could only manage a shocked "Oh my God."

"Believe it or not, this world is vast, and there are plenty of people more capable than you. Don't be a frog at the bottom of a well, only seeing a patch of sky," Chen Yuanshan admonished my father.

Acknowledging Chen Yuanshan's words with a solemn nod, my father remained silent. This unexpected turn of events left me feeling both surprised and strangely satisfied.