After being reborn, she went on a killing spree in both the Yin and Yang realms.

Jing Yucheng looked at Chu Xin, gesturing for him to follow him inside.

Ling Yue stood there, stunned. This guy hadn't gestured for her to go in, and she didn't want to rashly enter his private area.

Chu Xin laughed: "It's rare to see you act so silly. What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go inside."

As he spoke, he pushed Ling Yue into Jing Yucheng's secret room hidden in the wall.

After Ling Yue entered, she found that it was not as she had imagined, containing any contraband or Jing Yucheng's personal collection.

This is a very ordinary room. The only unusual thing is that there is a large display table in the center of the room, on which is placed what appears to be an incense burner containing incense ash.

Ling Yue had just walked up to Jing Yucheng and was about to voice her doubts: "Jing Yucheng, why does this room look like a place for offering incense in a Taoist temple? You are..."

Jing Yucheng shushed her in time, signaling her to be quiet. Ling Yue was puzzled; what was he up to? Why was he being so secretive…

Chu Xin walked to the center of the display stand, picked up three sticks of incense, lit them, inserted them into the incense burner, and then muttered something, as if she were chanting scriptures? Ling Yue couldn't understand it either.

After bowing three times to the three sticks of incense, he picked up something from the display table. Ling Yue didn't see it clearly, but she saw blood appear on Chu Xin's finger. He smeared the blood on his forehead and sat down on the ground.

She had seen this posture before, right below the construction site where Lin Heng had his accident. When they were waiting for the female ghost from the Republican era, Chu Xin had also sat on the ground in this posture to meditate.

As the incense stick burned out, Chu Xin opened her eyes and stood up.

"That vengeful ghost is on the 18th floor now. Isn't the 18th floor your older brother's department?"

Chu Xin seemed quite familiar with this building.

Jing Yucheng didn't react much after hearing this, as if this result was something he had expected.

"Let's go visit my older brother."

Jing Yucheng left the secret room first, followed closely by Chu Xin and Ling Yue.

After the three left the secret room, the wall returned to its original state. It wasn't until they were almost out of the office that Jing Yucheng suddenly turned around.

"You stay here for now."

These words were spoken to Ling Yue, who instinctively felt like exploding: "Why?"

"Do you remember the time you were kidnapped? It was interrupted before the investigation reached my older brother. I suspect it was his men who hired someone to do it."

This was the first time Jing Yucheng had looked at her so intently and explained so much to her.

But ultimately, Ling Yue is the victim.

"You still say that? I told you back then to clarify our relationship, and I wouldn't have suffered all those undeserved misfortunes."

Jing Yucheng's face was gloomy, but he didn't say anything, only sighed.

He said with a hint of helplessness, "Listen to me, just stay in my office for a while, we should be done soon."

Ling Yue thought she was hallucinating. Was Jing Yucheng's helpless yet doting tone meant for her?

As if under a spell, Ling Yue silently nodded.

If she doesn't want to go, then she doesn't have to. It's not like she hasn't seen Chu Xin and his master Jia Zhengjing exorcising ghosts before.

"Ling Yue, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you don't know any ghost-catching techniques. Going there would only cause trouble, yet you're always so eager to join in the fun. Last time you almost got killed by that female ghost, and you still haven't learned your lesson."

Chu Xin is really Ling Yue's nemesis. She can't stand not being due for a day, can she?

Jing Yucheng didn't give the two a chance to argue and directly pulled Chuxin out of the office.

Ling Yue was bored and started to tour Jing Yucheng's office on her own. She thought to herself that this guy was really carefree. Wasn't he afraid that she would steal some of his trade secrets?

Ling Yue looked around and found that his boss's chair was still the most comfortable.

My mind was already on the 18th floor with them, so I was just glancing at everything and my mind was filled with the scene of my original intention to deal with that evil ghost.

To everyone's surprise, she fell asleep within two minutes of sitting in the boss's chair, and even seemed to have a strange dream...

In her dream, she was lying on her bed in her own room, and the bedroom was decorated the same way it was before she decorated it now, meaning it was decorated in the style it was before she was twelve years old.

She clearly felt that she had a high fever and was on the verge of death. Her mother was crying her heart out at the bedside, but she had no strength to comfort her.

At this moment, her father arrived at her bedside with a large group of people. Her head was spinning, and she could vaguely see the people who came. It turned out to be Jing Yucheng's grandfather and Master Jia? However, Grandpa Jing looked much younger, and his hair was not as gray as it is now, while Master Jia looked the same as he does now, without any change.

Ling Guofu asked anxiously, "Master Jia, please take a look at my daughter! We've been to all the major hospitals, but nothing can cure her. She's had a high fever for a week! She won't eat or drink, what should we do!"

As Ling Guofu spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Mr. Ling, don't worry. Master Jia is here now. The child will be alright."

Grandpa Jing patted Ling Guofu on the shoulder, feeling a pang of pity, and offered words of comfort.

Jia Zhengjing quickly pushed through the crowd, raised her hand and touched Ling Yue's forehead. She immediately felt a warm current flow into her body, and could clearly feel the energy coursing through her body.

Ling Yue was in so much pain that her whole body felt like it was falling apart. She cried and screamed, and in no time, she was covered in sweat.

Then, Master Jia seemed to be chanting some kind of incantation, and the pain continued to intensify until he fainted.

Master Jia was also covered in sweat, but unfortunately the evil spirit inside her was too domineering, and he was ultimately unable to expel it.

After the spell was completed, Master Jia spat out a large mouthful of blood!

Everyone looked at Master Jia with concern, and Liang Lina quickly handed him tissues.

Jia Zhengjing shook her head as she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Liang Lina felt as if she had lost her last straw and fainted. Fortunately, Ling Guofu caught her in time.

When Ling Yue saw this scene in her dream, she was so anxious that she wanted to rush to her mother's side!

At this moment, Master Jia pulled Jing Yucheng, who had been standing at the very back—yes, that's right, the young Jing Yucheng—to the bedside.

"Xiao Jing, only you can save Xiao Lingzi now. However, I have to make this clear to you: your blood needs to be transfused into her body. It will take forty-nine days, and your blood needs to be transfused into her body every day without interruption. The decision is yours. Think it over."

Grandpa Jing asked with concern, "If Acheng keeps giving Xiaolingzi blood transfusions every day like this, won't she die? And it takes so long..."

"Don't worry, old man, just a little bit is fine, but you have to keep taking the medication for 49 days."

Fifteen-year-old Jing Yucheng's face hasn't changed much from what it is now, except that his features are now more defined.

However, he remained expressionless, staring intently at the unconscious Ling Yue.

Ling Yue felt a sudden difficulty breathing, her nose was both sore and itchy, and then she heard Chu Xin's voice: "Hey Ling Yue, why are you sitting in A Cheng's office chair? What's wrong? You have something on your mind?"

When she opened her eyes and saw Chu Xin grinning mischievously, she slapped his hand away and rubbed her nose.

This little Chu Xin is so annoying! She was in the middle of a crucial dream, before she even knew whether Jing Yucheng had actually given her blood transfusions for forty-nine days, when this guy woke her up...

When Ling Yue saw the real-life version of Jing Yucheng, she was a little stunned. Could it be that he really saved her?

"What? You want to work here?"

It wasn't until that irritating voice rang out that Ling Yue finally snapped out of her daze; this guy definitely hadn't agreed.

Ling Yue stood up, feigning composure, and said, "Your chair is really nice. Send me the link later, and I'll buy the same one when I renovate my shop."

Why did they come back so quickly, and without a scratch?

Ling Yue couldn't help but ask Chu Xin, "Did you take that vengeful ghost away?"

"It's strange, but after we got to the 18th floor, I couldn't sense any ghostly presence at all. You know, with my magic, no ghost can escape within a ten-mile radius."

As he spoke, Chu Xin scratched his head, seemingly puzzled.

Jing Yucheng said calmly, "There are only two possibilities. Either the female ghost's soul was scattered, or someone has concealed her ghostly aura."