The Fake Rich Daughter Knows a Bit of Metaphysics and Leads Her Whole Family to Become Wealthy - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Vengeful Ghost

Jiang Zhixu wasn’t annoyed by the sarcasm. She smiled and asked, “I wonder what the master has discovered. I’d love to learn from you.”

“Maybe we can collaborate in the future,” she added.

A potential client?

The fake master’s eyes lit up as he calculated the possibilities. Someone who associated with Liu Ping must be a wealthy insider. If he could establish a connection, he could sell a single talisman for a handsome sum.

“Well…” He was about to agree, but the bearded man shot him a glance.

The fake master immediately fell silent, then grumbled, “What would I collaborate with a little girl like you for?”

“Don’t waste my time,” he said, striding up the stairs.

Jiang Zhixu whispered to the little red panda on her shoulder, [Did you see that? The bearded man signaled him.]

688 [Yes, the bearded man is the real deal.]

[Be careful, host.]

[Got it.]

As they entered Grandpa Liu’s room, a chill ran down their spines. The room was dark, like a damp basement.

Jiang Zhixu immediately spotted a male ghost standing in the corner, covered in blood, with a broken arm and a bruised face.
He looked terrifying.

[Host, it’s a vengeful ghost.]

[Ding! Task received: Resolve Lin Ze’s grievance. Reward: 4000 luck value and 2 million yuan.]

A vengeful ghost meant there was a deep-seated grudge.

But why would it attach itself to the Liu family?

“There really is something dirty going on!” The fake master glanced back.
“Some people are better off not coming in and dragging us down.”

Jiang Zhixu pretended not to understand and looked back, seeing the butler. “Did you hear that? You’re not supposed to come in.”

Butler: ??

The fake master felt a surge of anger, unsure if Jiang Zhixu was genuinely clueless or just playing dumb.

“I told you to leave!” he exclaimed.

“Me?” Jiang Zhixu pointed to herself. “Don’t tell me the master’s skills are so shameful that they can’t even be performed in front of me?”

“I’ve heard from Uncle Liu that the master is very skilled. But from what I can see… hmm… it seems like they’re afraid to perform in front of me. Are they worried I’ll steal their secrets?”

Her teasing successfully enraged the fake master.

“You impudent girl! Stop talking nonsense,” he shouted.

“I’ll show you my skills today!” The fake master pulled out a peach wood sword and waved a talisman.
“Heavenly fire, thunder god… obey the law!!”

A fierce gust of wind blew, and it was somewhat impressive.

688 [Is that all? Host, is he a performer?]

[Maybe]

Jiang Zhixu leaned against the wall, stroking the small panda’s fur while keeping a close eye on the bearded man, who hadn’t spoken a word.

There was something about him that made her feel uneasy, like a sense of danger.

The fake master cast his spell, and the talisman slapped onto Grandpa Liu’s forehead.

The cold air in the room dissipated slightly, but Lin Ze in the corner slowly raised his head.

It was clear that the fake master’s attempt hadn’t succeeded in eliminating the ghost, and he had only disturbed its rest.

Jiang Zhixu retreated to the corner, holding a binding talisman between her fingers, ready to strike at any moment.

“It’s done. If you use this talisman to make a potion and feed it to your father, he’ll wake up within three hours,” the fake master said confidently, making it hard for Liu Ping to find fault.

Liu Ping respectfully took the talisman. “Master, as long as my father wakes up, I’ll transfer 10 million to your account immediately.”

As long as his father woke up, he wouldn’t mind spending 100 million.

“Of course, of course,” the fake master replied with a smile, already thinking about where he could travel with the money.

Just as Liu Ping left, Lin Ze in the corner suddenly moved, charging towards the fake master with outstretched hands.

That’s when the bearded man acted.

With a flick of his whisk, Lin Ze was sent flying.

“Monster! Surrender now!” the bearded man thundered, and the fake master instantly realized something was off.

He turned to make a run for the door, but Jiang Zhixu tossed a talisman, granting him temporary clairvoyance, and pushed him back with a palm strike.

When the fake master turned around, he saw Lin Ze fighting the bearded man.

The terrifying sight instantly frightened him out of his wits.

“Oh my god! There’s really a ghost!”

“Help!”

“Ghost!”

The fake master rushed out of the room.

This time, Jiang Zhixu didn’t stop him. Instead, she stayed put to see what the bearded man would do.

Lin Ze’s resentment was extremely strong, and he was surrounded by dark energy. He didn’t understand any techniques and only knew how to attack.

Under the fierce assault, the bearded man was knocked flying and fell to one knee.

“Damn it!” the bearded man cursed, pulling out the peach wood sword from his back and charging forward with a fierce aura.

At this moment, Jiang Zhixu secretly threw out a talisman, causing the bearded man to be knocked flying by Lin Ze again.

The vengeful ghost was her task, and she wouldn’t let anyone else take it from her.

When the bearded man realized he was no match, he turned around, pushed open the window, and jumped out, fleeing.

[Host, quick! Bind him]

Jiang Zhixu rushed forward, and a talisman flashed in her hand, landing steadily on Lin Ze’s forehead.

Liu Ping anxiously rushed in and saw the scene, his legs weakening in fright.

The reason was simple: the ghost was too terrifying!

“Jiang… Miss Jiang…”

Jiang Zhixu didn’t respond, instead walking over to Grandpa Liu’s bedside.
With 688’s help, she determined that Grandpa Liu was suffering from a missing soul, which had caused him to fall into a coma.

“Grandpa Liu’s soul is missing, where did he faint?” Jiang Zhixu asked.

Liu Ping was still in a daze. “What do you mean he lost a soul?”

Seeing his blank expression, Jiang Zhixu grew impatient. “I’m asking you where he fainted.”

“In the park,” Liu Ping stammered. “Not far from our villa. He went out for a walk and suddenly fainted. And that’s when…”

When he woke up, he was staring blankly into space, like he had Alzheimer’s, and even tried to attack people with a knife.

“Miss Jiang, you’re a master, I beg you, please save my father. I’ll give you an additional 3 million if you can save him,” Liu Ping said, his voice filled with desperation.

The way Jiang Zhixu had handled the situation earlier had convinced Liu Ping that she was a true master. He was now bowing and scraping, his face filled with respect.

“Don’t worry, since I’ve come, I won’t ignore it,” Jiang Zhixu said, attaching a talisman to Mr. Liu’s body to ensure the other souls within him wouldn’t wander off.

After handling that, she turned to look at Lin Ze, who was bound in the center of the room.

“Do you recognize him?” Jiang Zhixu asked.

Liu Ping rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, shaking his head. “No, I’ve never seen him before.”

Since Liu Ping didn’t recognize him, Jiang Zhixu decided to let Lin Ze speak for himself.

She removed the binding talisman, and Lin Ze was about to erupt in anger.

But before he could even raise his hand, a peach wood sword landed on his neck.

This peach wood sword was different from the previous two. It exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Lin Ze’s demeanor changed instantly, and he stopped moving, his eyes fixed on Jiang Zhixu.

“What do you want?” Jiang Zhixu asked calmly.
“I’ll ask, and you’ll answer. If you’re hiding something, I can help you. But if you’re harming people without reason, I’ll send you to hell.”

“What’s your name? Why did you harm Grandpa Liu?” Jiang Zhixu asked.

Lin Ze’s anger flared up. “Who am I? I’m his kept lover!”

What?

What was going on?

Jiang Zhixu’s jaw dropped, and she didn’t know how to react.

Liu Ping was also stunned, completely unaware that his father had been involved in such a scandal, keeping a lover on the side.

“Impossible! My father wouldn’t do something like that!” Liu Ping exclaimed.

“Don’t talk nonsense! Do you believe me? I’ll sue you for slander!”