Chapter 147: Lingering Effects

Finally, I’d managed to save someone’s life.
Reading the transfer message eased my mind a little.
I sent out the bee gu to check—Ms. Liu had indeed returned home, looking in good spirits.

Then came what seemed like the nightly fixed program: loud TV noise from some floor downstairs, accompanied by dog barking.

Ever since realizing this complex wasn’t ordinary, I should have investigated—at least to find out which floor.
But today, after the car accident and then using ghost command to transfer wealth for the first time to save Ms. Liu, I was utterly exhausted.

Moreover, the skin itch had worsened compared to the past few days.
I had to keep scratching; some spots were even red.
It didn’t feel like an allergy.

No choice—tomorrow I’d ask at the Supernatural Events Department.
I simply pasted up the calligraphy posters I’d bought today and went to bed.
That night, I tossed and turned for a long time.
Thankfully, my mind wasn’t too weary, and I eventually fell asleep.

Monday morning, I woke with my head still buzzing.
The fresh wound on my butt, excessive vitality loss, and the side effects of the ghost-commanding technique lingered far longer than I’d expected.
But I still had to go to class.

On my way out, I ran into Fan Yuxuan again.
He was heading to university on Mondays too.
Seeing me, he asked in surprise, “Your face looks really pale. Are you sick?”

“Uh, it’s fine. Probably just didn’t rest well yesterday.”
I brushed it off.

Recalling the info Fan Yuxuan had shared before—Ms. Liu’s gambling debts leading to her husband leaving her, with all the cause-and-effect twisted—
I didn’t know if it was hearsay or deliberate misdirection.
I still couldn’t trust him.

“You visited Ms. Liu’s place yesterday?”
Fan Yuxuan asked.
How did he know?
Had he been peeking from his home when I spoke to Ms. Liu in the stairwell yesterday?

Seeing my silence, Fan Yuxuan knew I’d tacitly admitted it—and guessed he’d been spied on.
Peeking wasn’t great, so he added, “Good to see you’re okay.
Best not to get too close to her—that woman isn’t simple.”

“What do you mean?”
I looked up and asked.
He’d warned me before about staying away from Ms. Liu.
Hearing it again made me take his words a bit more seriously.

“Nothing. No evidence anyway—you wouldn’t believe me.”
Fan Yuxuan said.
Just then, the elevator reached the ground floor.
The doors opened, and he walked out.

“Wait—explain clearly before leaving.”
I called, but he didn’t respond, just waved and departed.

“What a riddler!”
I muttered gloomily.
I couldn’t chase and force answers, so I headed to school first.

At the school gate, I saw Xiao Qing leaning alone against a tree by the entrance.
She ran over joyfully upon spotting me, but her face turned worried.
“Xiao-ge, you’re so pale. What happened?”

I smiled bitterly and told her about yesterday’s car accident.
Xiao Qing looked shocked.
“How could that happen? We need to ask Senior Sister Mo what’s going on.”

I strongly suspected the accident stemmed from Mo Qingyan modifying the Pixiu.
I hesitated about confronting her—perhaps to verify my suspicion.

Or ask Yi Zhiqiu or Jia Cheng if there were solutions in the city.

Raising ghosts, setting up aversion objects at home, absorbing wealth aura—
How would I even explain that to Yi Zhiqiu?
Thinking of it, I smiled bitterly.

In the end, I could only go to Mo Qingyan.

Xiao Qing didn’t overthink it.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the Supernatural Events Department.
When we reached the surface-level clubroom, only Bai Shi, Jia Cheng, and Zhuang Liangcai were there.
Surprisingly, a few non-members were talking with them.

“Can you help me find my lost keys?”
“I’ve been having nightmares lately—could I have run into something unclean?”
“A few days ago, I think I saw my deceased grandma by my bed.”

The students chattered away.
I immediately understood—they’d seen the new notice and come seeking help.
Unexpectedly, on a Monday, people were already showing up.

In front of these students, Bai Shi could only take notes, recording their encounters.
Zhuang Liangcai shared some basic supernatural knowledge.

Only Jia Cheng spoke confidently:
“Lost keys might just be carelessness.
If you want divination to find them, come back during afternoon activities.”
“Nightmares could be from recent stress.
If you fear unclean things, Zhuang Liangcai—wipe him with spiritual water and exorcise a bit.”
“Your grandma wouldn’t harm family.
She might just miss you and came to visit.
Sweep her grave, bring her favorite food from life—she won’t bother you anymore.”

Mo Qingyan had said Jia Cheng was the department’s top expert on supernatural knowledge.
If she wasn’t around, ask him.
It seemed true.

Among the seekers, the only one I saw with ominous aura attached was the boy mentioning nightmares.
He’d likely encountered something unclean.

Jia Cheng had Zhuang Liangcai purify him with spiritual water.
Zhuang Liangcai took him aside, sprinkled the water, and made some gestures—probably meaningless even to him.

But I could see Zhuang Liangcai’s high-yang physique.
His yang energy blazed like a small sun in my eyes.
In the short time the boy stood near him, the ominous aura was forced out.

The spiritual water and gestures were just for show.
The real effect came from mere contact with Zhuang Liangcai.

The boy, unaware, only felt his burden lighten.
He nodded and left.
I figured he wouldn’t have nightmares tonight.

After handling the batch of students, Jia Cheng spotted Xiao Qing and me.
Before we could speak, he said, “Senior Sister Mo and Asayama Yue’er are where you know.”

The three of them together—only possible in the real Supernatural Events Department.
Xiao Qing and I nodded and headed to the secluded corridor in the club building.

Entering the dim secret room, I saw Mo Qingyan, Bai Yue, and Asayama around the round table.
A stack of student files lay before them.
The top one was a girl I recognized—from Class 2-C, my former class.

“Looks like she’s the most suitable after all.
Yue’er, the rest is up to you.”
Mo Qingyan said with a smile.