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Wen Qi pondered.

Su Xinghe looked at the old man on the bed, whose expression was gradually calming down: "He must have had a nightmare. Why did Grandpa suddenly convulse just now?"

"The old man can't wake up, but he's still conscious. We were arguing at the door just now, and he must have heard the noise and was trying to wake up. That's why he kept convulsing."

"So...who did my grandpa hit? Can we chase him away?"

Wen Qi: "Someone must have hidden unclean items in the Su family's old house."

Many people place items in their homes to ward off evil spirits or attract wealth.

However, there are rules to follow when it comes to these things; some things, if displayed, can bring bad luck.

Wan Jiansi then asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to get out." Wen Qi found it annoying when people kept nagging.

"..."

Wan Jiansi remained silent for a second, then turned and walked out of the room without the slightest hesitation.

He gently closed the door and stood guard at the entrance.

As soon as the door was locked, Su Xinghe jumped to Wen Qi's side.

Lowering her voice, her tone urgent, she asked, "Miss Wen, is my grandfather's condition really as simple as a nightmare?"

"Simple? Nightmares can be deadly too."

If you bump into someone and they won't leave, it's incredibly painful.

"Then... do you have any way to make my grandfather come to his senses?"

"I can give it a try, but..." Wen Qi changed the subject, "I won't help for nothing."

"Miss Wen, if you can wake my grandfather up, I, Su Xinghe, swear to heaven that I will follow your lead from now on." Su Xinghe held up three fingers in his promise.

Wen Qi gave him a look that said, "Okay."

"Miss Wen, please tell me quickly, what exactly is the method?"

Wen Qi asked seriously, "Do you even know how to swear?"

"Swearing...swearing?"

Wen Qi nodded in confirmation: "Yes, didn't you know? It's an old-fashioned remedy, usually used for people who have been possessed by evil spirits or can't wake up from nightmares."

The harsher the insults, the more effective they are. Ideally, grab a kitchen knife and start slashing while you're cursing; the unclean things will come out.

"..."

Su Xinghe's lips twitched violently, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Carrying a kitchen knife?

Cursing while chopping?

He could even picture himself brandishing a kitchen knife, waving his arms and yelling at people—just thinking about it made him shudder.

After a long pause, Su Xinghe tentatively asked, "Miss Wen, are you... are you serious? This... this method really works? You're not kidding me?"

Wen Qi glared at her: "Do you think I have that much time to tease you?"

Su Xinghe's face scrunched up like a bitter gourd, and he scratched his head with a troubled expression: "But, I... I don't think I'm very good at swearing."

He'd never cursed anyone before, let alone cursed while wielding a kitchen knife; he was a little hesitant to open his mouth.

Wen Qi said, "Then let your uncle come in and yell at people. I think he looks pretty cool, and he'll definitely yell at people just as well."

"..."

Su Xinghe imagined his own uncle—

A man with a cool and aloof demeanor, whose even frown exudes nobility, stands with his hands on his hips, cursing, and even brandishing a kitchen knife.

My hair stood on end.

The image itself is terrifying to even think about; it's scarier than seeing a ghost.

He felt that if he said it out loud, his uncle would beat him to death.

"No way!" Su Xinghe shook his head like a rattle-drum: "My uncle wouldn't know how either."

Wen Qi shrugged: "Then there's no other way. Anyway, I've given you a solution, but you don't need it. Just let your grandpa continue sleeping."

He pretended to open the door, acting as if it were none of his business.

"No, no, Miss Wen!" Su Xinghe grabbed Wen Qi's arm. "I'll try, I'll try, okay? But... but does this really work?"