After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Jiang Dusheng said calmly, "I will come again tomorrow at noon. You can bring your friend then."

She paused, then added, "However, there will be a charge for answering your questions tomorrow."

The young master dared not object at this moment, and quickly stood up, solemnly cupping his hands in greeting: "Certainly! I will definitely bring a friend tomorrow!"

After saying that, he didn't even bother with his companions and hurriedly turned and left.

Jiang Dusheng watched his retreating figure and knew that he should be able to avoid the flood disaster at Wangjiang Tower tonight.

The surrounding crowd was now completely silent, their gazes towards Jiang Dusheng filled with awe and curiosity.

Ignoring the gazes of the surrounding crowd, Jiang Dusheng calmly stood up and said to Xu Banxian beside him:

"I'm sorry, I'll probably have to borrow your stall again tomorrow."

She paused, then took out the last ten-tael silver ingot from her sleeve.

"Consider this as tomorrow's rent."

Seeing this, the old man quickly pushed it away with both hands, a fawning smile plastered on his face:

"Master, you flatter me! It's my good fortune that you can use this stall!"

"To be honest, the owner of this restaurant is an old acquaintance of mine. He allowed me to set up a stall here without charging me any money. Please don't be shy!"

He rubbed his hands together, a pleading look on his face, and lowered his voice, saying:

"But... but the omen of dying far from home that the Immortal Master just pointed out is really making this old man uneasy."

"May I humbly ask the immortal master, is there any way to escape this calamity? And how should this old man conduct himself afterward?"

Jiang Dusheng glanced at him, as if he could see through his future destiny.

"Three hundred miles to the southwest lies your lifeline. Remember, after next spring, stay away from major rivers, and especially avoid boating."

She paused briefly, calculating with her fingertips for a moment, and then said, "If we ever come across an apricot grove, we might as well go in and take a walk."

"If you see someone carrying a coffin at a funeral, it is not an ominous sign, but rather a sign of good fortune for you. Remember not to avoid it."

Upon hearing this, Master Xu immediately bowed deeply and repeatedly expressed his gratitude: "Thank you so much for your guidance, Immortal Master! I will never forget your kindness!"

Jiang Dusheng nodded slightly, said no more, squeezed out of the crowd, turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing around the street corner.

The Jiang residence, the Tranquil Garden.

Jiang Dusheng's feet had barely touched the ground in the courtyard when he suddenly stopped.

She looked up and saw that the courtyard was brightly lit.

Song Suya and Jiang Mao were the leaders, with the three siblings of the Jiang family beside them.

There were also several servants and guards carrying lanterns, and a group of people were gathered in her courtyard, the atmosphere heavy.

Jiang Mao stood with his hands behind his back, his face ashen.

Song Suya stood beside him, her face showing obvious anxiety and fear, and she kept wiping away tears with a handkerchief.

The faint sound of Jiang Dusheng climbing over the wall and landing was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

All eyes immediately turned to her.

Song Suya first breathed a sigh of relief, almost collapsing, but was supported by Zhao Mama beside her.

Then, as if he had thought of something, his eyes became incredibly complicated.

Jiang Mao, as expected of a seasoned veteran of officialdom, reacted extremely quickly, forcibly suppressing the anger and suspicion on his face in an instant.

He didn't even immediately question Jiang Dusheng about where he had gone or why he had climbed over the wall to return.

Instead, he abruptly turned around, and facing the equally dumbfounded servants behind him, his voice authoritative yet not angry, he commanded:

"What are you all standing there for? Immediately bring back everyone who went out to search for the young lady!"

His gaze, sharp as a knife, slowly swept across the face of everyone present:

"Listen up, all of you! Keep everything that happened tonight a secret! If I hear even the slightest rumor about it..."

He hadn't finished speaking, but the threat in his words sent a chill down the spines of all the servants, who all lowered their heads.

He repeatedly answered "yes," barely daring to breathe.

Jiang Zhiyuan spoke up at the opportune moment: "Everyone, go down."

The servants felt as if they had been granted a pardon, but were also terrified. They quickly lowered their heads and silently withdrew from Jingxin Garden, afraid that if they were even a step too slow, they would be caught in the crossfire of their master's anger.

In the blink of an eye, only Jiang Mao, Song Suya, the three Jiang siblings, and Jiang Dusheng, who had just returned, remained in the courtyard.

The night wind swept through the courtyard, causing the lamplight to flicker and casting the shadows of the three people, making them appear longer and shorter. The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.

Jiang Mao then turned his gaze back to Jiang Dusheng. He finally spoke, his voice devoid of emotion:

"Dusheng, where... have you gone?"