Ultimate Village Doctor

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Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Two

"So when I call you Su Su, I should be calling you auntie?" Long Xiaoshan said.

"Don't mention Bai Susu to me; I'm not like her," Song Yi said coldly.

Hearing Song Yi's tone, Long Xiaoshan thought to himself that there must be some melodramatic story between these two women.

Otherwise, why would they live next door to each other and have little to do with each other?

Long Xiaoshan said, "I'll take that as a yes, then."

"It's just a broken furnace. If you want it, take it and go," Song Yi huffed.

Long Xiaoshan happily lifted the furnace and carried it outside.

Song Yi was also startled, the furnace was cumbersome, being made of bronze and weighing at least a couple hundred pounds, yet Long Xiaoshan carried it out single-handedly.

He looked thin, but unexpectedly strong.

After taking out the Pill Furnace, Long Xiaoshan asked about the haunting at Song Yi's house. Song Yi said the haunting began six months ago; the lights in the rooms would switch on and off by themselves; the TV would change channels randomly; at night, the toilet would flush without reason; and the most terrifying thing was that sometimes when washing, blood would flow from the tap instead of water.

The Song Family was originally quite populous, being in the antique business and very wealthy, so although Song Yi's parents had passed away, and she had no other family, was unmarried, and childless, she had hired many servants and maids.

But due to the ghostly disturbances, they all left one by one.

Song Yi did hire some more after that.

Until later when someone died, and no one would come to work for her anymore, no matter how much money she offered.

Song Yi was a stubborn person as well.

The haunt was fierce, yet she still chose to live there.

Moreover, she had many Taoists come to perform rituals to catch the ghost.

She had spent millions of yuan and had at least a dozen groups try, but none could exorcise the ghost.

Now, she was offering even higher amounts, up to five million.

Long Xiaoshan exaggeratedly said, "Wow, five million, so if I get rid of the ghost for you, will you also give me five million?"

Song Yi said irritably, "I thought the Pill Furnace was enough for you."

"I didn't know you were offering that much. If I'd known earlier, of course I would have asked for five million, the Pill Furnace isn't worth that much," Long Xiaoshan complained.

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Song Yi's eyes as she said, "Alright then, leave the Pill Furnace and I'll give you five million."

"Eh... you're ruthless," Long Xiaoshan said.

Dead kid trying to play me, Song Yi was in business, how could she lack such cunning?

She clearly saw how much Long Xiaoshan valued that Pill Furnace.

The night grew deeper.

Although Long Xiaoshan was young, Song Yi, who hadn't had much contact with men for a while, felt the atmosphere was off; if it weren't for the haunted house, she would never have stayed alone with a strange man.

Long Xiaoshan could also feel it and said, "Miss Song, why don't you go rest first."

"Alright, thank you for your trouble. Call me if you need anything!"

Song Yi was indeed tired, and feeling uncomfortable being alone with a man, she took the opportunity to retire to her bedroom. To prevent the Fierce Ghost from harming Song Yi, Long Xiaoshan decided to rest with his eyes closed in the living room outside her bedroom.

In a drowsy state,

suddenly, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing from Song Yi's room.

Long Xiaoshan thought Song Yi had gone to the bathroom and didn't pay it any mind until he heard hurried footsteps. Song Yi rushed out of her room, her face pale with fright, "Master Long, did you hear the sound from the toilet just now?"

In her fear, she didn't dare call Long Xiaoshan a dead kid anymore.

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"I heard it," Long Xiaoshan said offhandedly, then suddenly realized, "Just now, that wasn't you using the bathroom."

Song Yi, her face pale, nodded.

Long Xiaoshan frowned and followed Song Yi into her bedroom. There was a bathroom inside her room, from where the sound of flushing had just come. Long Xiaoshan opened his Heavenly Eye and looked intently—the ghost in the bathroom had already fled.

"What's the matter?" asked Song Yi.

"It's nothing, just continue sleeping, I'll watch over you," said Long Xiaoshan as he moved to leave.

"Don't go out, just stay here," Song Yi said, somewhat scared.

"Alright."

Seeing that she was truly frightened, Long Xiaoshan didn't insist on leaving. Song Yi sat on the bed, now without any desire to sleep, just sitting there. Experience tales with empire

"Don't talk," Long Xiaoshan whispered after sitting down beside the bed.

Because the lights were off, Song Yi didn't notice that she had a wardrobe malfunction.

Another ten or so minutes passed.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the living room.

Song Yi, gripped by nervousness, immediately clung to Long Xiaoshan, grabbing his arm.

Long Xiaoshan opened his Heavenly Eye and saw ghosts drifting around outside. He didn't startle the spirits but continued to wait. After a while, more and more ghosts swarmed in, almost like a troop marching into the house.

Then, all sorts of strange phenomena occurred.

The entire house was filled with an assortment of sounds—the noise of marbles upstairs, the sound of toilets flushing, the fizzling of lightbulbs, the living room TV suddenly turned on and began playing music...

Holy cow!

Long Xiaoshan also silently stuck out his tongue in amazement.

This wasn't a haunting; this was practically a ghost party!

So many ghosts.

It was astonishing that Song Yi had managed to live in such a ghost-infested house for so long.

Having a Divine Body, he naturally didn't fear these minor specters.

However, Song Yi was terrified. Initially, she just clutched at Long Xiaoshan's arm, but as the ghosts' revelry intensified, she got so scared that she snuggled into Long Xiaoshan's embrace, hugging his body, her whole figure trembling.

Through the thin clothes, Long Xiaoshan could feel Song Yi's heart racing, beating fast.

It was making him restless.

This feeling was really quite nice.

Long Xiaoshan was tempted to linger in this state and not banish the ghosts at all.

Although he was enjoying the moment, Long Xiaoshan remembered his purpose. He leaned in and whispered in Song Yi's ear, "I'm going to catch the ghosts now. I will be motionless later, so don't touch me indiscriminately."

Too scared to understand what Long Xiaoshan was saying, Song Yi just nodded.

Thinking she comprehended, Long Xiaoshan closed his eyes, his Divine Soul departed, and as his Divine Body appeared, suddenly all the noises in the room quieted down. All the ghosts looked up at the Golden Spirit suspended in the air in horror, trembling with fear.

After Long Xiaoshan subdued the ghosts, he grabbed one and questioned it.

That was when he learned the source of these ghosts.

Once he understood, Long Xiaoshan didn't deal with them harshly, as these ghosts weren't Fierce Ghosts; if they had been, Song Yi would have died long ago. Long Xiaoshan drove the ghosts out and performed the Salvation Rite for them.

Then he returned to Song Yi's house.

When his Divine Soul drifted back, he was taken aback—Song Yi was kneeling on the bed, pressing on his chest, administering artificial respiration, and anxiously shouting, "Wake up, wake up."