Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 56 - 56 55 Something Feels Wrong

56: Chapter 55 Something Feels Wrong 56: Chapter 55 Something Feels Wrong In the realm of novels, every novel harbors its essence, and through the day and night labors of its authors, each legend and adventure is vividly brought to life before us.

The most famous of these legends is that, in every novel, the male lead character always sports a halo, and heaps of unbelievable good fortune follow one after another.

For instance, there’s the one who tumbles down a mountain, crosses over to another world, and ends up as the most kickass being there, or the one who, while walking, gets struck by lightning, has his soul ascend to Heaven, and starts advancing towards the Jade Emperor’s throne.

Or, there’s the one who falls into water, gets saved by a beauty, and after rescuing him, the two live a wonderful life together.

The least fortunate and most frequently mentioned scenario is the protagonist getting knocked down in a fight, with the idiotic enemy foolishly sparing him, leading to the protagonist finding the most top-tier martial arts manual, or something like a millennium-old vermilion fruit, and suddenly becoming incredibly awesome.

Of course, all that’s nothing.

Those examples above are quite ordinary.

The most delightfully discussed is about a loser who stumbles upon a necklace or a ring while walking down the road by chance.

These items contain a sealed old person who casually throws you a hundred and eighty books on immortality cultivation, all sorts of Divine Weapons, and before you know it, you’re soaring through the universe, with the Jade Emperor, Tathagata, and even God falling short against you.

You hold the Xuanyuan Sword in your hand, followed by a vast army of beauties.

Just thinking about it is thrilling.

Song Yun used his phone’s selfie function to take a look at himself, and after a long time, could only deduce one word to describe himself: handsome.

Such a handsome person like myself must at least have a protagonist’s halo, right?

Even if I can’t cultivate to immortality or anything, at the very least, I should be powerful enough that no one would dare provoke me.

But when he turned back and saw Li Shishi sitting there expectantly, like a foodie waiting for him to serve food, Song Yun felt his life was utterly pathetic.

Others have poetry and wine; I have tea, rice, oil, and salt.

Oh heavens, how unfair!

Drop a Lin into my life at least.

“What are you howling about?

Hurry up and cook; after we eat, we still have to head to Tian Nan,” Li Shishi said, kicking Song Yun in the shin irritably.

Seeing this, Song Yun could only obediently finish cooking and also thoughtfully notify Li Tang, planning to set out for Tian Nan shortly after.

After eating and picking up Li Tang, the three traveled for over an hour to arrive at the Liu Family’s old residence in Tian Nan.

Mr.

Liu had received the news early and personally came out to welcome them.

When he saw the Daoist-like presence behind Song Yun with Li Tang holding a Compass and dressed in a Daoist robe, he couldn’t help but believe a little.

“Mr.

Liu, you can tell us what’s really going on now, right?” Song Yun asked solemnly as they entered the house.

“It all started when Xiao Ran went traveling a while back.

After she returned, she locked herself in her room and hardly ever came out, no matter who called.

Later, after forcefully breaking in, Xiao Ran claimed she felt like she was being watched every day; those eyes made her feel there was nowhere to hide.

At first, thinking it was a psychological illness, we called a psychologist for testing, but all the test results were standard without any issues.

But with such tight security here, how could she feel as if she was being watched?

During this time, an expert came by and said Xiao Ran had been tainted by some filthy thing, and only dragon bones could suppress the malevolence and drive it away,” Mr.

Liu said helplessly.

“This just got interesting, dragon bones to suppress the residence, and without several other objects to accompany them, they’re inviting disaster upon your household,” Li Tang said with a sneer.

“Plus, you brought this upon yourself willingly, bringing the dragon bones on your own accord.

He doesn’t get involved in causality, indeed he’s an expert; just an expert who wants to see your family fall into ruin.”

“What should we do now, sir?” Mr.

Liu hurriedly asked.

“How about…

we go upstairs first and see how Xiao Ran is doing?” Li Shishi interjected from the side.

“You guys go ahead; I need to check if anything’s been arranged around this house.

If there is, I’ll deal with it and then join you,” Li Tang said, dragging the Compass along and following a servant out.

As for Song Yun, he followed Mr.

Liu to Xiao Ran’s bedroom door on the second floor.

The bedroom door was locked from the inside, and, left with no choice, they had to forcibly break in.

Upon entering the pitch-black room, the curtains were tightly drawn, not a single ray of light penetrating the darkness.

“Don’t come in here, don’t come in!” came a shrill cry from the bed’s cocoon of blankets.

Song Yun, without hesitation, went straight up and flung the curtains open, instantly filling every corner of the room with sunlight.

“In such conditions, even if there was nothing wrong to start with, it’d be enough to drive someone crazy,” said Song Yun, frowning.

“Who are you?

Get out, get out of my room!”

Song Yun motioned for Li Shishi and Mr.

Liu to stay out while he opened all the windows in the room, and then he picked up an apple from the fruit platter and placed it in the center of the room.

Honestly, Song Yun had no experience with exorcising ghosts, but he had heard from Li Tang that sometimes, when a room’s atmosphere becomes dark or devoid of human presence, it attracts wandering ghosts to take up residence.

If approached with sincerity, offering a few kind words could potentially coax them away; Song Yun was eager to try a peaceful approach.

Lighting three cigarettes, he held them respectfully with both hands and said, “I don’t know which great immortal is in this room, but now that people are living here, please find another place to go.

In the future, we will build a temple for you and seek spiritual progress.

When our work is complete, we will cast a golden statue for you.”

With no incense available, he had to use the cigarettes as a substitute.

Song Yun held the cigarettes as he paid respects to all directions, loudly repeating the plea thrice, after which he placed the cigarettes in front of the apple.

Now it was up to the lone ghost to show some grace—if so, the cigarettes would burn rapidly, but if not, they would burn as usual.

It seemed that the entity in the room wasn’t willing to leave, and Song Yun sighed, “No good, this room can’t be cleared.”

“Get out, get out of my room!”

“Shut up, can’t you see I’m busy?” Song Yun suddenly shouted, startling the girl hiding under the blanket into silence.

“Song Yun, what’s the situation now?” Mr.

Liu asked softly as he approached.

“If it were just a filthy entity, it would be easy to deal with, but I have a different feeling about this,” Song Yun said, furrowing his brow.

Having emerged from a life of blood and carnage, he was already steeped in bloodlust and an aura of death, things that wandering ghosts would avoid at all costs, let alone provoke him.

“Are you saying there’s more than one in the room?” Mr.

Liu asked, astounded.

“That’s not what I mean.” Song Yun sighed, then, struck by a sudden thought, hurriedly closed the windows and again drew the curtains, plunging the room back into darkness.