The Fake Rich Daughter Knows a Bit of Metaphysics and Leads Her Whole Family to Become Wealthy - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Catching Ghosts at Home

Five minutes later, Jiang Zhiyǔ stood at Jiang Zhixu’s door, holding the talisman and staring blankly.

It took him a while to snap out of it. His younger sister seemed to be a bigshot in metaphysics.

Hehe, the Bai family picked up a sesame seed and lost a watermelon.

He didn’t know if they would regret it in the future.

Whether they would regret it or not, he was happy now.

…

After spending three more days in a wheelchair, Jiang Zhixu couldn’t take it anymore. She dragged Jiang Zhiyu to the hospital and was finally able to ditch the wheelchair.

“It’s still more comfortable to walk,” Jiang Zhixu said, bouncing up and down in place.

Basking in the sunlight, she smiled freely.

Jiang Zhiyu stood a short distance away, watching the frail woman stretch out her arms, her black curly hair cascading down her back. Her bright smile radiated boundless energy.

He couldn’t help but smile too.

“Thanks, second brother,” Jiang Zhixu exclaimed, running towards Jiang Zhiyu and giving him a big hug.

Jiang Zhiyu smiled and wrapped his arms around her. “Good girl.”

“I remember your talisman broke, so here’s another one for you,” Jiang Zhixu said, taking out a talisman and stuffing it into Jiang Zhiyu’s hand.

Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Zhilei knew some things from Jiang Zhiyǔ, so this time he didn’t ask any questions. He tightly grasped the talisman in his hand.

“Thanks, Zhizhi.”

Their Jiang family had picked up a treasure beyond measure.

“You’re my second brother, no need to be polite,” Jiang Zhixu said with a smile.
“Second brother, go ahead with your work. I’ll head back on my own.”

“Really?” Jiang Zhiyu was a bit skeptical. After getting to know her over this period, he felt that Jiang Zhixu wasn’t as obedient as she seemed.

“Of course,” Jiang Zhixu said with a straight face.

She just wanted to go eat some hot pot, skewers, and barbecue…
What’s wrong with that?

Jiang Zhiyu saw her eyes darting around and knew she was telling a lie, but he didn’t call her out on it.

“Alright, go. Be careful on the road.”

“Okay, okay.”

Jiang Zhixu walked away, turning a corner and then pulling out a small pink electric scooter from the system space.

Riding the scooter, she headed towards the snack stalls.

688 sat on her helmet, holding onto the sheep’s horns, and was also happy.

[Host, there’s someone following us.]

Jiang Zhixu looked in the mirror and saw the license plate number.

It was Zhou Chenhao’s.

“Don’t mind him.”

She and Zhou Chenhao had no relation whatsoever, and they would only be strangers from now on.

“Little Eight, let’s go catch some ghosts and make some money.”

Now that her leg was better, she was ready to work hard.

688 [Alright, host. Let’s go.]

Jiang Zhixu rode her little pink scooter through the traffic, and soon she was out of sight.

The black Maybach chased after her for a while but lost her direction.

“Boss, should we keep following her?” asked the young man in the backseat, dressed in a dark gray suit, with perfectly styled hair and a handsome face with a worried expression.

“Forget it. She probably doesn’t want to see me anyway.”

“Find out where she lives.”

There were some things he needed to clear up with her.

He really hadn’t ignored her.

Assistant: “Yes, boss.”

…

Jiang Zhixu rode her scooter to buy a bunch of food and then leisurely headed to the upscale villa district.

A few days ago, she saw a report online that said the chairman of the Liu Group had suddenly collapsed, and his son, Liu Ping, was seeking help from masters online, offering a reward of 10 million.

The content was vague, but 688 and she immediately sensed that something was really wrong with Grandpa Liu.

…

“It’s not about the money.”

“Okay, it’s all about the money.”

688 [Host, it’s here.]

The ghostly aura was overwhelming, making it hard not to notice.

“Alright,” Jiang Zhixu said, putting down her helmet and carrying her pancake as she knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, revealing a middle-aged man who looked exhausted.

“Hello, Mr. Liu. I’m Jiang Zhixu.”

Liu Ping had seen Jiang Zhixu at some banquets before. She was gentle, polite, and poised. Who would have thought that she was involved in the scandal about the true and fake daughter of the Bai family?

However, that was a matter for the Bai family, and he didn’t want to comment on it.

“Hello, Miss Jiang. You’ve come…?”

Jiang Zhixu smiled politely. “I’ve come for your father.”

Liu Ping was taken aback. “Miss Jiang, my father…”

“I saw your post online, seeking a master to help your father with his health. So, I’m here.”

“I know you have doubts, but wouldn’t it be better to let me take a look? Actions speak louder than words, don’t you think?”

Jiang Zhixu’s words were neither humble nor arrogant, and Liu Ping found it hard to refuse.

“Please come in, then.”

Desperate times called for desperate measures.
A master was coming later anyway, so what harm could it do to let this young girl take a look?

It wouldn’t hurt to try.

What if she really had some skills?

“Thank you, Mr. Liu,” Jiang Zhixu said as she entered the house, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
688 was also observing.

[Host, the resentment here is strong. It might be difficult to deal with,] 688 said.

“It’s okay. It’s a good opportunity to practice,” Jiang Zhixu replied.

She had been studying for a long time, and now was the perfect chance to put her skills to use.

As she observed, several people arrived at the door. Liu Ping was much more enthusiastic towards them.

[Is this the master you’ve been talking about?] 688 was shocked.

Probably.

[“Master”? Let’s wait and see the show]

Jiang Zhixu took a bite of her pancake, looking at the two “masters” with great interest.

One of them was emitting dark energy, clearly not a legitimate practitioner.
He had likely taken lives, and more than one.

The other one had nothing on him, clearly a fake master trying to scam people out of their money.

“Masters, please come in. My father is upstairs,” Liu Ping said, inviting the two masters to go up.

When he saw Jiang Zhixu standing at the stairs, he felt a bit awkward. “Would you like to join us, Miss Jiang?”

“What do you mean?” Jiang Zhixu hadn’t spoken yet, but the fake master did.

“Mr. Liu has hired other people? Doesn’t he trust us?”

“If you don’t trust us, we’ll just leave,” the fake master said.

“No, no, it’s not like that. She just came on her own,” Liu Ping said, wiping away sweat and blocking the two masters. He turned to Jiang Zhixu. “Miss Jiang, maybe you’d better leave?”

Jiang Zhixu took a bite of her pancake. “Uncle Liu, I want to see Grandpa Liu too. Can I take a look?”

Who wouldn’t want to watch the excitement?

She was curious to see how these two would deal with the ghost.

Liu Ping saw that she was being more cooperative and didn’t want to argue. He couldn’t very well kick her out, so he turned to the two masters. “Zhixu is just a junior. She’s here to visit my father, not as a master.”

The man with the dark aura around him spoke seriously, “Since Mr. Liu has said so, we shouldn’t make a fuss. Let’s go see what’s wrong with your father.”

“This way, please,” Liu Ping said, leading the way.

If his father hadn’t been acting so strangely and the doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong, he wouldn’t have posted online seeking help from masters.

He just hoped these two masters would be useful.

As they went upstairs step by step, Jiang Zhixu casually asked, “Did Grandpa Liu have any symptoms before he fainted?”

Liu Ping replied, “He was fine before he fainted. Nothing unusual.”

“Did he encounter anything unusual?” Jiang Zhixu asked.

“No, nothing,” Liu Ping said.

Jiang Zhixu munched on her pancake. “That’s strange. Why would a ghost latch onto an old man out of nowhere?”

It just didn’t make sense.

The fake master glanced at Jiang Zhixu, who was eating her pancake, and snorted. “Don’t pretend to know what you’re talking about. Just eat your pancake and go.”

A little girl like her, asking questions left and right, was just distracting him.