The Three Pure Ones' Secret: Expressing Spirit

As I sat listening, my doubts grew stronger and stronger. I couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Besides the strange dreams, have any other strange things happened at home?"

These words seemed to deepen the oppressive atmosphere in the living room.

Boss Huang raised his hand and wiped his face hard, his face full of exhaustion and bitterness, and the fear in his eyes was impossible to hide. He seemed to be suffocating under an invisible burden. His Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his voice was hoarse and low, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness.

"If it's just a dream, we can grit our teeth and bear it. At worst, we'll be a little tired during the day, but we can just relax and let it go."

As he said this, he turned to look at his wife beside him. Mrs. Huang's eyes were red, she was gently biting her lower lip, and her body was trembling slightly, clearly recalling those terrifying nights again.

Mr. Huang continued with a wry smile, "But the worst part is that things aren't that simple. My wife, kids, and I are young and healthy, and we're also mentally strong. We're occasionally woken up by nightmares, but we get over it after a while."

"But I have two elderly people at home. My parents are getting old and their minds are already weak. How can they withstand this kind of torment day and night?"

His brows were furrowed, and his tone was full of self-blame and lingering fear: "At first, it was just recurring nightmares that kept waking the whole family up in terror every night. We were panicking and had no other choice, so we simply stopped daring to sleep properly and kept the lights on all night."

When he got to the crucial point, his voice trembled slightly, and his back tensed up slightly: "But the strange thing is, it started getting worse the moment we turned off the lights."

"As soon as the lights are turned off at night, the entire quiet villa will immediately be filled with the sound of light, soft footsteps."

"It was very light and slow, just walking back and forth in the living room, hallway, and bedroom doorway. You could hear it clearly. It was definitely not the sound of wind or the sound of furniture expanding and contracting with temperature changes. It was the solid sound of someone pacing."

Mrs. Huang couldn't help but chime in, her voice trembling noticeably: "At first, we thought we'd misheard, or that the elderly person was getting up at night. Every time we heard a sound, we immediately turned on the lights and got up to check. But we searched every room and every corner of the house, and it was completely empty—there was nothing there!"

Boss Huang sighed heavily, his face ashen: "It's like this every night, every day. All you can see is an empty house, and all you can hear are footsteps everywhere. After a while, the two elderly people in the family were so frightened that they developed neurasthenia. They were restless all day long, unable to eat or sleep well, and in just half a month, they visibly became haggard."

Hearing this, I felt a sinking feeling in my heart.

The fact that the whole family had the same strange dream about a vengeful spirit was already extremely eerie. Now, with the addition of unexplained footsteps in the dead of night and strange noises in the empty house, this is no longer as simple as being haunted by the mind or having something on one's mind during the day.

Peng Guoqiang held a cigarette between his fingers, slowly exhaling a puff of white smoke. His face feigned composure, but his eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly began to speak: "Continue, what's next?"

Boss Huang's face grew increasingly grim. He remained silent for a long while before slowly continuing his story.

"It's not just dreams and footsteps at night; in the past few days, we've also been vaguely seeing strange figures flitting past outside the house and courtyard walls."

As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted to the window, his tone filled with apprehension: "We could see them clearly, standing under the shadow of the trees, by the corner of the wall, vaguely standing still, but when we mustered up the courage to go closer, it was completely empty outside, not a single person in sight."

Mrs. Huang, who was listening nearby, felt a chill run down her spine and added in a low voice, "It's too eerie. We're afraid to turn off the lights at night or open the windows. It always feels like someone is watching our house. We live in constant fear."

Mr. Huang sighed and said helplessly, "We really couldn't take it anymore. The elderly in our family are getting worse every day. We asked around and asked for help from many people. Finally, through an introduction, we heard about Master Peng's reputation and quickly asked someone to contact him and invite you two to come and take a look."

I listened quietly, frowning inwardly, feeling that there was something strange about this matter.

Judging from the haggard expressions and fearful eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Huang, it didn't seem like something they were imagining or having a mental breakdown. Instead, it looked like they had actually encountered something unclean, and had truly been possessed by evil spirits.

However, I dared not speak too definitively, so I could only pretend to be calm and say to the group, "In that case, let me first look around the room and carefully observe the atmosphere to figure out the reason."

Peng Guoqiang immediately followed my words, putting on a profound and inscrutable look. He stroked his non-existent beard and nodded in agreement in a pretentious manner: "That's right, my cousin has a unique eye and is good at observing qi and identifying evil spirits. We can follow him around and find out the clues."

And so, our group started from the living room downstairs and slowly checked each room. We went through the living room, study, and guest rooms one by one, and the atmosphere was relatively stable, with nothing unusual.

We then went up the stairs to the second floor and continued to look around. When we got to the door of the master bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Huang, I was suddenly hit by a bone-chilling cold, so cold and piercing that it seemed to seep into my bones.

I instinctively stopped in my tracks and quietly glanced at Mr. and Mrs. Huang and Peng Guoqiang beside me. But their expressions were normal and calm, and they were obviously unaware of the chilling aura.

My friend felt increasingly strange. In the same room, only he could feel the chill, while everyone else was completely unaware.

The group continued walking and arrived at the door of the room where the two elderly people lived. The moment I gently pushed open the door, a cold, eerie wind suddenly swept out of the room, brushed past my body, slowly drifted away along the second-floor corridor, and finally disappeared without a trace.

My expression unconsciously turned serious, a hint of doubt and worry in my eyes.

Old Master Huang, being observant, immediately noticed my odd expression and quickly asked in a low voice, "Young master, have you noticed something's wrong? Is there really a problem in the room?"

I knew in my heart that this was not a simple matter, but how could my buddy tell him in public that there really was something strange going on? So I could only suppress my shock and shake my head calmly: "I haven't figured anything out yet, I'm just taking a look. You don't need to be too scared. Now that we're here, we can definitely solve the strange thing in your house."

Mr. Huang, standing awkwardly to the side, said, "That's good, that's good!"

After saying that, the guy made an excuse and pulled Peng Guoqiang up to the third floor, deliberately leaving Mr. and Mrs. Huang far behind.

Once we got to the third floor and made sure the two of them couldn't hear us, I lowered my voice and said to Peng Guoqiang, "Uncle, to tell you the truth, this family has probably really run into something unclean. It's not just wild imagination or psychological manipulation."

To my surprise, Peng Guoqiang didn't take it seriously at all. He even patted my shoulder with a smug look on his face and joked with a smile, "Not bad, brother. Your acting skills are getting more and more sophisticated. You're putting on a convincing act and your expressions are just right. You're just like a real master."

I was speechless for a moment after hearing this, and I secretly cursed in my heart that this old man had no sense of the seriousness of the matter and was completely unaware of its gravity.

But I couldn't tell him the secret reasons about gods, ghosts, and evil spirits directly, so I could only helplessly say, "You're quite the actor; you're actually quite convincing."

After a brief chat, we turned and went downstairs.

Back in the living room on the first floor, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom as an excuse and went in alone. I quickly took out my phone and sent a message to Lao Fan, briefly explaining the strange things that had happened here.

Unexpectedly, Fan Biao was quite free at the moment, and replied to the message almost instantly, directly asking me to send him the address of Boss Huang's villa.

Looking at my phone screen, I quickly sent Lao Fan the detailed address of the villa and the name of the neighborhood. I also typed a message reminding him to bring all the magical tools and implements he uses for catching ghosts and performing rituals, and not to come empty-handed.

Just seconds after the message was sent, Fan Biao replied crisply: "You keep things under control, I'll drive over right away."

I put my phone away, took a deep breath, composed myself, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as I returned to the living room, I was greeted by Peng Guoqiang's booming voice, spittle flying everywhere. This old man knew absolutely nothing about feng shui; it was pure luck, yet he sat on the leather sofa, legs crossed, spouting nonsense. One minute he was saying his house's feng shui was unfavorable, the next he was saying the furniture placement was suppressing his luck—a jumbled mess of fabrications, all sounding incredibly mystical, without a single word of reliable truth.

The Huang couple, already uneasy and terrified, turned even paler after his rambling. They became stiff and reserved, even breathing very softly, and were filled with fear.

I was standing there, feeling incredibly embarrassed. I could have dug my toes out of my skin, and all I wanted to do was stop him from spouting nonsense. But I was in a bind. To avoid being exposed, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward to smooth things over with Peng Guoqiang.

With a solemn expression and a slight frown, I slowly spoke to the anxious couple: "My cousin is right. Considering all the strange dreams, midnight noises, and ghostly figures outside, it's highly likely that the spirit of that worker who died unjustly at the construction site is too deeply attached and refuses to dissipate. It keeps lingering around your house, causing your family to be disturbed."

Upon hearing this, Madam Huang trembled slightly and instinctively gripped Boss Huang's arm, her voice trembling with fear: "Then, what can we do? This ghost is staying nearby, will it never leave? Our whole family can't sleep well every night, and the elderly in the family are almost at their breaking point."

Mr. Huang was also very anxious, his brows furrowed, and his voice was panicked: "Young master, please help us. We'll spend any amount of money, as long as this matter can be resolved completely and our family can return to peace."

Seeing their panicked expressions, I was certain that their fear wasn't just psychological; they had genuinely encountered something supernatural. Not wanting to cause them further distress, I softened my tone and gently reassured them, "There's no need to panic excessively. While the situation is strange, it's not insurmountable. I've already contacted my brother, who is proficient in Yin-Yang magic. He has all the necessary magical tools and specializes in dealing with these kinds of strange events. He'll be here soon to help."

Upon hearing this, the couple seemed to have grasped a lifeline. Their tense bodies relaxed slightly, and they thanked us repeatedly, a faint glimmer of hope finally appearing in their eyes.

We sat quietly in the living room, waiting. The old man and Boss Huang smoked one cigarette after another for an hour or two. The villa was quiet and the atmosphere was oppressive and gloomy. The wind outside the window rustled the leaves, adding to the chill in our hearts.

Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, my phone suddenly rang. I immediately answered, and Lao Fan's familiar, angry, cursing voice came through the receiver—loud and piercing: "Hey! Lao Pu! Is the old gatekeeper in this complex crazy? I came over to help out, and he just drove right in, refusing to let me in!"

His voice was unvarnished, rough and straightforward, echoing clearly in the quiet living room.

The Huang couple were stunned on the spot, their faces instantly filled with embarrassment. They looked at each other, at a loss for what to do, and the scene was quite comical.

Mr. Huang quickly stood up, gave an embarrassed smile, and hurriedly said to me, "It's probably because the security guard doesn't recognize you or has too many rules. Please, young man, let's go to the entrance to meet your friend and avoid any misunderstandings."

I nodded and led Peng Guoqiang, Mr. and Mrs. Huang, and their group out of the villa and headed towards the gate of the residential complex.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance, I saw Lao Fan's car parked steadily beside the entrance. He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his brow furrowed, and his head was sticking out of the window, arguing with the security guard on duty, his mouth full of profanities—it was truly a "sincere and friendly exchange." The security guard was equally unyielding, blocking the car with a stern face; the scene was tense.

Seeing this, my heart tightened, and I quickly stepped forward to mediate. Boss Huang also hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over, taking the initiative to explain his identity to the security guard, while Peng Guoqiang leisurely followed behind to watch the commotion.

It took a lot of effort to calm them down before the storm finally subsided.

Peng Guoqiang stood beside me, squinting as he sized up Lao Fan, who was casually dressed and spoke with a rapid-fire temper. He then turned to me with a mocking look, lowering his voice and suppressing a laugh, and quietly asked, "Didn't you tell me before that your brother never got involved in these superstitious stunts? Why did you come to join the fun today?"

Afraid that the old man would blurt out something inappropriate and expose us on the spot, I quickly leaned close to his ear and whispered a rapid explanation: "He has no idea that the two of us are just con artists trying to make money. I only told him that I was coming to cooperate in the charade and help with the exorcism to save face. He's a proud man who loves to make a fuss, and he's a hundred times more professional than us when he pretends to be a master."

After saying that, I straightened my expression and solemnly instructed, "Keep your mouth shut. Don't expose us. Just cooperate with the act and don't say anything that will mess things up!"

Peng Guoqiang suddenly realized what was going on, immediately stopped smiling, nodded knowingly, and obediently cooperated with my acting.