The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 491 - 0491: Ex-Husband Brother

Chapter 491: Chapter 0491: Ex-Husband Brother

After it got dark outside, Zhang Yinyang woke up from his meditation.

His skin had expelled a layer of dirt, and it felt as if he had broken free from shackles; he felt incredibly relaxed.

Long Fei told him to get dressed and then led him away.

Furrowing his brow with curiosity, he asked Long Fei, "Master, have you noticed that the waiters are giving us strange looks?"

Long Fei laughed, not needing to guess what had happened.

The gossip must have spread, and probably all the staff at the restaurant believed they were in a relationship.

Haidilao is known for its service, and when they settled the bill to leave, a waiter even presented them with a bouquet of roses, wishing them happiness!

Long Fei was drenched in sweat.

Damn, there’s no way they could come back to this restaurant again.

They got into the car just as Long Fei’s phone rang.

It was Lin Yingying, who scolded him as soon as he picked up.

She had gotten off work and gone to the garage, only to find her car was gone, almost depressed to death.

As a bodyguard, he was irresponsible enough, but to add insult to injury, he even drove off in her car.

Long Fei told her to wait a moment, then drove over to pick her up.

Seeing Zhang Yinyang, Lin Yingying frowned and asked Long Fei, "Who is he?"

Zhang Yinyang turned around and ingratiatingly introduced himself, "Madam, I am the new disciple my master just took in. Please take good care of me."

"A disciple?"

Lin Yingying frowned and asked him, "Have you two been together all afternoon?"

"Yes!"

Zhang Yinyang nodded.

Lin Yingying calmed down a bit, initially thinking Long Fei had taken off in the car on a date with some girl.

Pursing her lips, she let out a bored breath and asked, "What have you been busy with? I haven’t seen either of you all day."

"We caught a ghost, had hot pot, and just like that, the day went whooshing by!"

Zhang Yinyang chuckled.

"You think I’m stupid?"

Lin Yingying glanced at him and said frustratedly, "Where’s the ghost then? Where is it?"

Zhang Yinyang genuinely picked up the jar and gestured to Lin Yingying, "Here, in this!"

Lin Yingying’s brow furrowed incredulously and she looked at Long Fei.

Long Fei casually said, "There really is a ghost inside. Do you want to take a look?"

"Get lost!"

Lin Yingying shivered and repeatedly gestured for Zhang Yinyang to take the jar away.

Seeing that Long Fei wasn’t driving home, she asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"

Long Fei replied, "To the outskirts to play with a ghost!"

He was quite curious about this ghost and wanted to see what made it so special that it kept bothering Little Tiantian.

Lin Yingying patted her head and thought these two guys must be crazy, babbling nonsense.

When they arrived at a park on the outskirts, Long Fei parked the car and took Zhang Yinyang out with him.

He asked Lin Yingying, "Do you want to come and watch the action?"

"No!"

Lin Yingying crossed her arms and pouted. Without waiting for Long Fei to leave, she opened the door and got out.

Damn it, sitting in the car would be even more frightening.

The three of them found an empty spot and set up the altar.

Long Fei said to Zhang Yinyang, "It’s up to you now."

"Don’t worry, Master!"

Zhang Yinyang took off the Soul Summoning Banner he was carrying, which he had bought when they passed by a paper flowers shop.

He had followed his former master and often did this sort of thing, so he was very skilled at it.

The yin and yang Soul Gathering Altar opened, and a cloud of black mist emerged, hovering above the mouth of the altar.

There was a pulling force inside, preventing it from escaping.

Suddenly a gust of yin wind whipped up, making Lin Yingying’s arms chilly and she nervously hugged Long Fei’s arm.

Curiously, she asked, "Since when have you been interested in ghosts?"

Long Fei smirked, with a non-serious expression, "This little thing has a big use. Have you heard of the Five Ghosts Fortune Shifting technique? In the future, if we raise a few ghosts, all the money in the bank will be ours."

"Go away!"

Lin Yingying was livid and pinched him hard.

Under the dim lights, the human-shaped black mist rising from the altar was creepy enough.

Zhang Yinyang was even holding the White Banner, circling the altar and chanting non-stop.

This is a soul-summoning incantation, almost like a telegraph in the courtyard, sent out through the Soul Summoning Banner on his shoulder.

Though the Yin Soul and Yin Corpse are separate, they naturally exert a pull on each other.

Consciousness is scattered throughout this space, much like someone lost in the vast sea.

All around is empty and oppressive, with nothing to hear, nothing to see.

Without special means, one would have no idea where the path lies.

Suddenly, the black mist began to change.

The seven corporeal souls converged from all directions, constantly merging into his body.

Zhang Yinyang carefully backed away, trying not to startle them.

He took out a porcelain bottle from his bag and handed it to Long Fei and Lin Yingying, saying, "Master, just drop some of this, and you will see clearly."

"What is it?"

Lin Yingying was curious.

Zhang Yinyang explained, "Bull’s tears."

"What?"

Lin Yingying’s face fell; she hadn’t expected he would have such a thing.

Long Fei hadn’t opened his Heavenly Eye yet, and indeed could not see the Yin Soul clearly with just his spiritual power.

He picked it up and added a drop, feeling astringent and a cool shiver.

Lin Yingying was a bit nauseous at first but couldn’t help her curiosity, so she took it and tilted her head back to drop two drops as well.

The black mist before her suddenly changed appearance, turning into a sleazy middle-aged man.

He shifted his facial expressions, now crying, now laughing, like a madman.

Long Fei immediately furrowed his brow.

Damn, he actually knew this man.

It was none other than He Yan’s husband, Du Jun.

Since their last parting at the police station, Long Fei hadn’t expected their next meeting to be under such circumstances.

No wonder He Tiantian, being perfectly fine, had managed to attract him. It turned out to be a father-daughter connection, a link that persists even after death.

At the moment, he was more interested in the Bull’s tears.

This stuff seemed to lessen the Yang energy in the eyes, syncing the eye’s frequency with that of ghosts.

That way, one could see ghosts.

After a while, the Soul Summoning Banner ceased its shaking.

Du Jun looked around, fixated on Long Fei in a dazed state for a long time before suddenly asking, "How come I’m here? Aren’t you my brother-in-law?"

"What?"

Lin Yingying and Zhang Yinyang exchanged glances with Long Fei, surprised to find he had a connection with this ghost.

Clearing his throat, Long Fei, feeling annoyed, wished he could just smack Du Jun into pieces.

This bastard, even as a ghost, he still liked to spout nonsense.

Long Fei asked Du Jun, "Do you know that you’re already dead?"

"Dead?"

Du Jun was dumbfounded and struggled to react before calling out in frustration, "Brother-in-law, I already let you have my wife, do you really have to curse me like this?"

Long Fei felt like vomiting blood, his hands clenching into fists.

Lin Yingying asked suspiciously, "Who is your wife?"

Du Jun replied, "He Yan, right? And who might you be? My brother-in-law’s mistress?"

"You son of a—" Lin Yingying cursed, giving Long Fei a sidelong glance.

Feeling awkward, Long Fei clarified, "The bastard just loves to talk nonsense, don’t believe him for a second!"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yingying decided to let it slide for the moment.

Having encountered strange things before, her psychological endurance had grown considerably stronger.

If it were the past, seeing such eerie things would have surely made her faint on the spot.

Long Fei addressed Du Jun firmly, "You are really dead, now just a wisp of resentment, a ghost soul. You were clinging to your daughter, nearly costing her life. Think carefully about what happened before your death."

"I’m dead?"

Du Jun reached out to touch himself, but his hand passed right through his head.

Startled, he felt as if in a dream, his body weightless, like a projection or a wisp of mist.

This realization made his soul tremble.

Zhang Yinyang shouted anxiously, "Not good!"

He quickly shook the Soul Summoning Banner, helping Du Jun to stabilize his soul.

Some new ghosts cannot accept their reality, often scaring themselves to the point of soul dispersal.

A gust of Yin wind swept over Du Jun, his figure shrinking and enlarging like a shadow, finally returning to normal after a while, followed by loud wailing, "Heavens, how could I have died? I wonder if I won the thousand-dollar lottery??"