This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

After listening to Li Ming's account, Zhang Chen tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.

He could smell a faint aura of yin energy emanating from Li Ming.

This yin energy was very weak and pure, unlike the resentment and malevolence of evil spirits.

It's more like an obsession.

Zhang Chen had made up his mind.

He stopped tapping his fingers and looked at Li Ming.

"I'll take your order."

A glimmer of life finally returned to Li Ming's pale face, and he excitedly tried to stand up.

Zhang Chen raised his hand and pressed it down.

"Let's agree on a price first, three thousand, no bargaining."

Li Ming was taken aback for a moment, but then nodded vigorously, as if afraid that Zhang Chen would change his mind.

"Three thousand! Good! As long as it solves the problem, three thousand it is!"

All he wants now is to escape this overwhelming fear; money no longer matters.

Zhang Chen nodded in satisfaction, then suddenly turned to look at Wang Xiaoer, who hadn't uttered a sound from beginning to end.

Wang Xiaoer was still immersed in the dramatic changes in his body and cognition, and did not react for a moment.

A meaningful smile appeared on Zhang Chen's lips.

He winked at Wang Xiaoer.

"Perfect timing, now that we've finished learning the theory, it's time to put it into practice."

Zhang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached their ears.

"You try out this job today."

Li Ming was taken aback and looked at Wang Xiaoer, who looked even younger than himself, with a look of suspicion and unease in his eyes.

"Master, this..."

Wang Xiaoer was also dumbfounded.

He pointed to his nose, looking somewhat nervous.

"Me? I just..."

"What?"

Zhang Chen interrupted him, his tone relaxed.

"What are you afraid of? I'll be here to protect you."

He patted Wang Xiaoer on the shoulder, leaned close to his ear, and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Use what you've just learned to see if you can find out where the problem is."

"Remember, you are now a genius that the Daoist sect sees only once in a thousand years."

"Don't embarrass our firm."

Wang Xiaoer looked at Zhang Chen's smiling eyes, then at Li Ming's face across from him, a face filled with fear and anticipation.

A strange feeling welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Nervous, apprehensive, and with a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

He was no longer just an ordinary person who could only watch from the sidelines.

He now has the power to intervene in these matters.

Wang Xiaoer took a deep breath.

He tried to calm himself down and concentrate, mimicking Zhang Chen's usual way of observing things, and looked at Li Ming opposite him.

He closed his eyes, and the methods of "observing qi" and "opening the third eye" naturally flowed into his mind.

That wasn't a rote memorization of formulas, but rather an instinct.

He felt the faint "seed of Tao" within his body stir slightly.

A very subtle stream of air, following some mysterious meridian, slowly rose and flowed into his eyes.

A warm sensation came from my eyelids.

Wang Xiaoer suddenly opened his eyes.

The world has changed.

The moment he activated his Daoist perspective, he saw a scene completely different from what Zhang Chen had seen.

The outline of Li Ming's body was still clearly visible in front of me.

But on his left shoulder, a small figure was perched.

It was a little boy who looked about five or six years old, and his body had a semi-transparent, ethereal appearance.

The little boy was wearing faded old clothes, barefoot, with no expression on his face, just quietly lying on Li Ming's shoulder.

In his arms, he was also tightly clutching a similarly illusory, square-shaped package.

Wang Xiaoer's voice wasn't loud, and it even sounded a little weak, but it was like a thunderclap that exploded in the quiet office.

"There's a child on his shoulder!"

The already pale face of courier Li Ming instantly turned even paler.

He suddenly sprang up from the sofa, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind, his hands flailing wildly across his shoulders.

"Where is he? Where is he! Get him out of here!"

Zhang Chen was taken aback upon hearing this.

He followed Wang Xiaoer's gaze and saw that Li Ming's shoulders were bare, with nothing but the wrinkles in his clothes.

He frowned, thinking that Wang Xiaoer was just beginning to understand the Dao and was seeing things.

But looking at Wang Xiaoer's expression, it wasn't a joking astonishment, but a genuine shock at seeing something.

A thought flashed through Zhang Chen's mind like lightning.

Taoism is perfect!

This legendary physique not only allows one to learn Taoist arts with lightning speed, but also awakens some innate supernatural powers!

For example, the ability to see spirits directly without the aid of talismans or magical artifacts!

Zhang Chen's heart skipped a beat, and a surge of joy welled up inside him.

He saw it; this kid could actually see things that even he couldn't easily perceive!

Zhang Chen immediately remained calm, raised his hand to hold down the panicked Li Ming, and said in a deep voice, "Don't move!"

His voice carried an undeniable power, and Li Ming froze instantly, no longer daring to move, but tears were already flowing uncontrollably down his face.

Zhang Chen turned his head and looked intently at Wang Xiaoer, signaling him to continue.

"What did you see? Tell me in detail."

Wang Xiaoer's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced himself to calm down.

He looked at Li Ming's shoulder again, and the image was still clear.

"A boy, who looked no more than five or six years old."

He struggled to organize his thoughts.

"Wearing very old clothes, a gray cloth jacket, trousers that reached her ankles, and barefoot."

"He...he didn't seem to sense us. He was just leaning on Li Ming's shoulder, holding a square package in his arms."

Wang Xiaoer's gaze was focused on the face of the illusory little boy.

Her small face was expressionless, her eyes vacant and filled with confusion.

He didn't have the cold, resentful aura that ordinary ghosts possessed.

On the contrary, Wang Xiaoer could sense a faint attachment and obsession, all tied to Li Ming and that package.

After listening to Wang Xiaoer's description, Zhang Chen quickly made a judgment in his mind.

This is not a malevolent spirit that harms people.

This is a "bound spirit" that is unable to leave due to some kind of obsession and is trapped in the same place.

It followed Li Ming, perhaps simply because what it was obsessed with happened to be Li Ming.

Zhang Chen looked at Wang Xiaoer with a hint of testing in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, this kid means no harm."

His voice was steady, as if he were giving a lecture.

"What's in your head is now usable."

"Draw a calming talisman to stabilize him and make sure he can hear us."

"Then, ask him if he has any unfulfilled wishes."

A talisman for calming the soul.

Everything about this talisman instantly flashed through Wang Xiaoer's mind.

Its stroke structure, the path of its spiritual energy flow, and its effect of calming the soul and clearing the mind are all as clear as the lines on a palm.

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

He looked at Li Ming opposite him, slowly raised his right hand, and brought his index and middle fingers together to form a sword-like gesture.

Across from him, Li Ming looked at the young man who was even younger than himself, his eyes filled with suspicion.

Is that all he needs to do, just make a few gestures?

Isn't this just playing house?

Just as Li Ming was filled with despair, Wang Xiaoer's finger moved.

He didn't chant any incantations, nor did he make any unnecessary movements.

Fingertips glide through the air, the movements graceful and fluid, carrying a natural rhythm.

The thin spiritual energy in the air seemed to be summoned by an invisible force, converging towards his fingertips.

hum!

A soft, pale golden light shone from Wang Xiaoer's fingertips.

The light followed his fingers as they moved through the air, leaving behind mysterious and precise trajectories.

A perfectly structured and spiritually radiant talisman for solace appeared out of thin air!

The golden runes emitted a soft glow in the dimly lit lobby of the agency, casting a warm hue on the faces of the three people.

The light carried a comforting power, and Li Ming's violently trembling body miraculously calmed down.

Zhang Chen's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at the rune floating in the air.

It possesses inner spiritual energy, and its charm arises naturally!

This kid, on his very first attempt, drew a talisman of the same quality as mine, even one I drew with all my might!

That's inhuman!