Chapter Ninety

Chapter Ninety

When the black plastic bag heard there were two options, it was happy.

But after hearing the specifics, the smile on the black plastic bag’s face vanished.

Lu Yongjun, who was afraid of ghosts, looked at the tranquil black plastic bag and somehow discerned a silent despair emanating from it.

Seeing the other party not making a choice, Shen Wang wasn’t in a hurry. He smiled slightly, calm and friendly, "No rush, take your time to decide."

The black plastic bag shuddered, its voice trembling, "Really?"

Shen Wang nodded, "Of course. After dealing with the person who captured you, I can sort you out too."

The black plastic bag: "...” was even more frightened now.

Shen Wang stopped intimidating the poor ghost. He curiously observed the villa’s interior decoration and environment, feeling like his eyes were assaulted.

Glittering gold, twinkling crystal chandeliers, lavish decorations... At first glance, it seemed like he had entered some kind of nightclub. The wine rack in the side hall only added to the atmosphere.

Shen Wang withdrew his gaze, commenting, "Your decoration... must have been quite expensive."

Failing to catch the undertone in Shen Wang's comment, Lu Yongjun puffed up his chest and proudly declared, "That's right, I used only the most expensive and best materials. The decoration cost over a million."

Perhaps this is what defines a nouveau riche – seeking the most expensive, not necessarily the best. Respecting his personal taste, Shen Wang chose to look away.

They turned on the massive TV that was as big as a wall and ordered takeout, waiting until late at night when they finally heard some faint noises outside the gate.

The black plastic bag sensed a change, leaping up, "The force trapping me here is gone. I can go home now!"

However, upon seeing Shen Wang's half-smiling gaze, the bag deflated, sheepishly sitting back down on the sofa, sitting upright with hands on knees, pretending as if it hadn't said anything.

Shen Wang withdrew his gaze and stood up, walking to the window.

Lu Yongjun hastily followed, looking in the direction Shen Wang was observing.

Under the cover of night, a man in a suit clumsily jumped down from the wall, stumbling and nearly falling to the ground.

Cursing under his breath, the man carried something towards the villa, slowing his pace and hesitating slightly upon seeing the lights on inside.

Seemingly coming up with a plan, the man shifted into the shadows, stealthily approaching the villa to toss his item inside.

Just as the object left his hand, he heard a soft chuckle.

The laugh was low and magnetic, captivating, but the man was too frightened to appreciate it, turning to run. After just a few steps, he tripped over something and fell hard to the ground.

The man cried out in panic, "Who's there!"

"Who am I? I should be asking who you are!" Lu Yongjun, furious, charged forward and pinned the disheveled man to the ground. "Who the hell are you, and why are you throwing ghosts into my house!"

The man's heart skipped a beat, his eyes darting around as he feigned composure, "I don't know what you're talking about! I'm just... passing by! Let me go, or I'll call the police!"

Lu Yongjun's anger intensified at the man's defiance, he forcefully twisted the man's arms behind his back, "Passing by? You passed right into my house, yeah right!"

The man's face paled in pain, but he still stubbornly resisted, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, let go! My arm's going to dislocate. If it does, I'll sue you for my medical bills, lost wages, and mental distress!"

Shen Wang ignored the verbal spat between the two men, quickly dealing with the newly thrown ghost in the room. He also put a black garbage bag over its head to prevent frightening anyone.

The new ghost hadn't even realized what had happened, only feeling darkness enveloping it before feeling dazedly tossed aside. It took a moment for the ghost to remember that it was no longer human but a ghost!

Just as it was about to assert its dignity as a malevolent spirit, the other ghost, also hooded with a black plastic bag, grabbed it: "Brother, don't be impulsive, stay calm."

The new ghost, frustrated with its cowardly kin, retorted: "You're a ghost, why fear a living person? What's there to be afraid of!"

To demonstrate its bravery to its fellow ghost, the new ghost let out a piercing scream and charged at Shen Wang with a gust of cold wind.

The next moment, everything blurred, and it found itself thrown aside again.

The new ghost was perplexed: "???"

The black plastic bag helped it up from the wall, consoling, "It's not your fault. He's a celestial master; it's normal not to defeat him."

"Take my advice, don’t seek death."

The new ghost's eyes brimmed with tears, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that he's a celestial master?"

The black plastic bag replied innocently, "You didn’t ask."

Not wanting to be the only one drenched in the rain.

As the new ghost was about to speak, Shen Wang, who didn’t look like a typical celestial master, cleared his throat. The ghost shivered and, without realizing, stood next to the black plastic bag.

Two ghosts stood in line, one more obedient and docile than the other.

"You have two choices. First, reincarnate on your own. Second, I send you to reincarnate."

The new ghost, speechless, cautiously asked, "Excuse me, Master, is there any difference between the two options?"

"No difference, you're going to reincarnate either way," Shen Wang smiled, "It's just that if I escort you, it might not be too gentle."

The two ghosts exchanged glances, neither keen on experiencing firsthand what Shen Wang's 'not too gentle' meant.

Although the ghosts still harbored lingering attachments and didn’t want to reincarnate, under the intimidating presence of the unscrupulous celestial master, they left dejectedly.

Shen Wang was indifferent to whatever curses they might have been muttering under their breath.

Having resolved the situation, Shen Wang turned his attention to the other side and saw that Lu Yongjun had found some rope and tied the man securely on the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the man had two dark circles under his eyes, making it hard not to suspect Lu Yongjun of taking personal revenge and secretly landing a few blows.

Since he was his client after all, Shen Wang pretended not to notice the marks on the man’s face and asked from a position of authority, "Who are you? Which sect or school do you belong to? Have you registered with the special department?"

The man, having witnessed Shen Wang effortlessly handle two ghosts, knew he was in trouble and begrudgingly asked, "And who might you be?"

Even when tied up on the ground, he was still desperately struggling.

Rolling his eyes, Shen Wang called Shi Yan, "Minister Shi, I have a cultivator here who’s been using ghosts to harass ordinary people. Can you send someone to pick him up?"

Shi Yan, who had already finished work, replied, "...You know I'm a minister. This isn’t my jurisdiction."

Shen Wang argued confidently, "Who else should I call when you and I have the best relationship in the special department?"

Shi Yan: "...Should I feel honored?"

As the head of the Feng Shui Department and a civil servant, Shi Yan’s life had become much more colorful since meeting Shen Wang.

Despite not admitting it, Shi Yan felt a moment of gratification from Shen Wang's words.

Despite appearing carefree and indifferent, Shen Wang was actually very astute and discerning, as seen in his relationship with the Metaphysical Association.

Moved by Shen Wang's request, Shi Yan, who had already finished his nightly routine, got up from bed and stepped into the cold night.

After hanging up, Shen Wang smiled at Lu Yongjun, "The perpetrator has been caught, and the problem is solved. The fee will be 500,000 yuan. Would you prefer to pay by card or transfer?"

The case was so simple that Shen Wang felt a bit embarrassed to charge too much, only asking for a symbolic fee.

"Pay by... card?" Lu Yongjun was taken aback, hesitating.

Unfazed, Shen Wang replied, "Sorry, Mr. Lu, I don't have a card machine with me. I recommend a bank transfer."

Lu Yongjun: "..." So what was the purpose of giving me two options?

Does it make you seem more professional, offering numerous choices?

The man hadn't expected Shen Wang to completely ignore him, growing slightly panicked, "Aren't you going to ask why I did this? Don’t you want to know how I learned to capture ghosts?"

Ever since he accidentally obtained a cultivation manual, the man had held himself in high regard, even believing he was the protagonist of the world. He thought he could reach the pinnacle of life with this manual.

Creating haunted houses to buy properties cheaply was just the first step of his plan.

He never anticipated that before even completing his first step, merely halfway through, he would be caught and his plans thwarted.

He initially thought of stalling and, if all else failed, offering the cultivation manual—as he had already made a copy. However, to his surprise, Shen Wang showed no interest.

Shen Wang glanced at him indifferently, "What's there to ask?"

"You come from an ordinary family, excelled in studies from childhood, were the model student in teachers' eyes, the ideal child for parents, the envy of your peers... You did indeed attend a good university and landed a decent job."

"Sadly, you always overestimated yourself, believing since childhood that you could change the world. After facing harsh realities in society, and not content with the beating, you dabbled in cultivation, letting your suppressed adolescent fantasies resurface."

As Shen Wang spoke, the man's pupils constricted, his gaze filled with shock and disbelief, "How... how do you know all this!"

At that moment, any hidden arrogance in the man's heart vanished completely. He finally understood that there are always greater powers, that he was merely someone who had chanced upon a cultivation method.

"Since you know how to capture ghosts, you must also know divination, face reading, and Feng Shui," Shen Wang said calmly, "Just small tricks, nothing noteworthy."

Shi Yan, who had just stepped in the door: "..."

"If you consider yourself nothing special, then what are we? Just trash?!"

As the head of the Feng Shui Department, Shi Yan felt personally attacked.