After we went up to the second floor, Chen Xiezi muttered some incantations under his breath, then, calculating something with his fingers, said, "Trouble, Old Master, it seems Tang Yun has run into some trouble."

I was surprised. Could Chen Xiezi really be that powerful? How could he have known that?

The Old Master’s face immediately darkened, a hint of worry crossing his features. He said if Tang Yun were in trouble and those people came back, it would be over.

I was confused and quickly asked, "Who are those people? What will happen if my grandfather isn’t around?"

The Old Master didn’t answer directly. Instead, he asked mysteriously, "Has your parents come back to find you?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven’t seen my parents for twenty years."

Hearing this, the Old Master seemed to let out a noticeable sigh of relief. This made me even more curious—could my parents really be evil, or something worse?

Suddenly, I remembered my grandfather’s warning: if my parents came looking for me, I was to kill them and burn their bodies to ashes.

What had happened to my parents? Why did Grandpa say that? I wanted to ask the Old Master and the others, but before I could speak, the Old Master knew what I was about to say and quickly interrupted me.

"Child, now is not the time to ask. You will understand later. But can you tell us what exactly happened with your grandfather?" the Old Master asked.

I didn’t hold back and told them everything that had happened recently.

"Ah, I knew it. With Tang Yun’s abilities, there was no reason for him to be in trouble unless... he was trying to save his grandson." Chen Xiezi seemed to realize something.

The Old Master nodded, "The Ghost Tattoos are indeed wicked, and getting a Ghost Tattoo is a huge taboo. Having a thousand ghosts surround your house is terrifying. Fortunately, it was Tang Yun doing it. If it had been me or Chen Xiezi, we would have long since been dead."

"Kid, focus on making money. You need to have a hundred million within three years to get your grandfather out. Otherwise, many people will die." The Old Master said with deep concern.

I was stunned. Why would so many people die if my grandfather wasn’t around?

This conversation left me more confused than ever. It seemed something huge was about to happen, but only my grandfather could solve it. Otherwise, many people would die. But they didn’t tell me exactly what it was.

The Old Master said I didn’t need to know yet. With my current abilities, I couldn’t do anything about it. I just needed to focus on earning money, and if I needed help, he would send one of his disciples to assist.

Before I could ask more questions, the Old Master waved his hand, signaling me to stop. Soon, he shifted the topic back to the Dai family.

"Kid, when you’re tattooing the corpse tomorrow, be careful of one person," the Old Master said.

"Who should I be careful of?" I asked.

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"Be careful of the Dai family's butler. He’s a ghost!" the Old Master frowned, his voice lowering. "He’s been in front of so many yin experts, yet not many have noticed him. This ghost is not simple."

I froze, not understanding if the Old Master meant a real ghost or a spy. I hadn’t even noticed who the butler was, having stood for so long.

"Old Master, you mean the ghost is...?"

"A real ghost. The butler should have been dead already. I couldn’t tell at first, but thanks to Old Chen’s sharp nose, he detected the yin energy on the butler. That means he’s a dead person, but he can still walk and talk, so he’s a ghost," the Old Master explained.

A real ghost? Damn, this ghost was impressive enough to fool even the Old Master. No one else seemed to have noticed. If it weren’t for Chen Xiezi’s sharp sense of smell, no one would have discovered it.

I had to be careful with this ghost! It seemed like making those two million wasn’t going to be easy. With a ghost in the Dai family, this mission might be dangerous. I had to be cautious.

I asked Chen Xiezi why he didn’t expose the butler then. Maybe this ghost was the one who created the Seven Kill Formation.

Chen Xiezi laughed and waved his hand dismissively. "Kid, you know what they say? Sometimes you let the fish swim a little longer before you reel them in. Just tattoo your Ghost Tattoos. Don’t worry about anything else. Just be careful and take it slow."

I nodded, understanding. I was mainly interested in the money and didn’t want to get involved in any family feuds.

With that, Chen Xiezi and the Old Master said their goodbyes. After heading downstairs, Chen Xiezi told Su Qing that she didn’t need to train anymore, but she had to help me with the problem.

Su Qing was a bit reluctant, pouting, but she knew she couldn’t defy her master and nodded reluctantly.

Once the Old Master and Chen Xiezi left, Su Qing immediately tried to make her escape, but I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back.

"Ouch! What are you doing, you little rat? Are you itchy again?" Su Qing struggled and shot me a glare.

I told her she wasn’t going anywhere tonight. I checked the time—it was already 2 a.m.—and said we were going to the internet cafe to check on some "dirty things."

It would be better if Su Qing came along. I didn’t know what was lurking in that internet cafe. If it was a yellow fox spirit, neither I nor Xiaozi Xing could handle it.

Su Qing tried to refuse, but when I mentioned what the Old Master had said, she immediately shut up and followed me. She had just helped me sneak into the Dai family’s ancestral tomb to settle a two-thousand-yuan debt, but she couldn’t escape my grip.

"Stinky rat, you’re really trying to get me to work for you again? Hmph!" Su Qing grumbled, hands on her hips. But I didn’t care. I dragged her along.

We arrived at Old Zhang’s internet cafe, and Xiaozi Xing couldn’t help but comment, "What a spooky name. What was Old Zhang thinking?"

I couldn’t believe it. The name of the internet cafe was "Heaven and Earth Internet Cafe." It was just like the phrase "Heaven and Earth" used for ghost money, connecting the realms of the living and the dead!

At first, it didn’t seem like much, but when I thought about it more, the name felt wrong. No wonder things had gone wrong.

We walked inside confidently, but the cafe was almost empty, with fewer than ten people inside. The attendant looked at us and asked if we wanted to rent a booth for the night, offering a discount for the late hours. Since the incident at the cafe, Old Zhang had been offering discounts to attract customers, otherwise, he probably wouldn’t even have these ten people.

Xiaozi Xing wanted to ask for Old Zhang, but I stopped him. I opened three computers and waited for the old woman Old Zhang had mentioned to show up. Whether Old Zhang was there didn’t matter. The real question was, would the old woman come?

I surfed the web for a while, but my eyelids grew heavy since it was already 3 a.m. Su Qing had fallen asleep with her head on the desk, and Xiaozi Xing was watching a movie in the corner, shamelessly not caring who saw him.

I told him to mind his image, since there were girls around.

Xiaozi Xing just laughed, "It’s the middle of the night! What else can I do to stay awake? Want the website links? I’ve got tons."

I scowled and told him to go away. "I’m a gentleman, I don’t watch that stuff!"

"Want to stay awake? Drink Red Bull," suddenly, an old, raspy voice came from behind us.

We turned around and saw an old woman grinning at us, a basket hanging from her neck, filled with various snacks.

"Would you like to buy some?" The old woman held up a can of Red Bull and continued smiling, her face illuminated by the computer screen, looking eerie and strange.

Xiaozi Xing and I froze, both of us shivering at the same time. She had finally arrived!