Feng Ruoxing comforted him, "Believe in Li Po. He's weathered so many storms, he won't fall in a small place like Weizi Lane."

"I hope so!" Ye Yang said, "What do you think that Luo Pan Yu Xuelin threw on the ground represents?"

"Is it reminding us that a ghost is reaching out from the feng shui residence, or is the Luo Pan itself a clue?"

Feng Ruoxing didn't know how to answer for a moment, "I sent a photo of the Luo Pan to Zhao Ci this afternoon. I expect they'll have news soon."

"Aren't we waiting for news about the feng shui residence?"

A ghost reaching out could be a big or small matter. Frankly speaking, it's just a dead person hiding in the dark and grabbing a living person.

For a Daoist, seeing the face of the dead person reaching out isn't scary. It's just a lonely ghost hiding in the shadows.

What's scary is seeing only the hand and not the person.

That means the hand reaching out from the darkness has pierced through Yin and Yang. No one knows what's hidden behind that hand.

Unless you dare to grab that hand and drag him out to see what's what.

While Ye Yang was talking to Feng Ruoxing, his eyes were fixed on Chen Xiaobao.

Chen Xiaobao was so scared that he was curled up in a ball on the ground, but there wasn't a sound around him.

Instead, Ye Yang noticed a subtle sound.

Ye Yang's ears twitched slightly, and he casually drew his long sword, his gaze falling on the mirror-like blade.

Ye Yang's sword has always had a characteristic: it emits a faint light no matter how dark the place, as if deliberately reminding the opponent that a swordsman is here!

According to Ye Yang, "The sword is a gentleman's weapon. It can contain its sharpness, but it cannot act in secret."

Cannot act in secret?

Hasn't Ye Yang done enough shady things?

I've never understood why Ye Yang has such a big contrast when it comes to forging swords, but I don't deny that he can use his sword to see everything behind him.

This time, what Ye Yang saw was a hand reaching out from behind the curtains.

That hand quietly lifted the curtain and silently reached towards the ghost's mouth. By the time his fingertips touched the ghost's face, it was too late for the ghost to react.

The hand covered the ghost's mouth, and the other hand reached out from under the ghost's arm, wrapped around the target's front, and dragged the speechless ghost behind the curtain.

Ye Yang watched as a ghost was devoured by the swaying curtains in a matter of seconds, leaving only a pair of feet exposed outside the curtains, but he didn't turn around and draw his sword. Instead, he stood in front of the door as if nothing had happened.

The next moment, he saw the hand reaching out from under the curtains, quietly taking away the pair of cloth shoes that had fallen outside the curtains.

Ghosts can't wear clothes from the Yang world. Those shoes were precisely what was left in the room.

Ye Yang saw the ghost wearing cloth shoes when he entered the door. The ghost probably wanted to tell Ye Yang to burn the shoes as a reward for helping him.

However, he was afraid of Ye Yang and didn't dare to say it.

A few seconds later, Ye Yang saw someone stretch out both hands from under the curtains, press their hands on the floor and exert force slightly, moving their body little by little, crawling out from under the curtains.

After a while, the other party crawled out half of their body from under the curtains. However, they were always facing the ground, and Ye Yang never saw their face.

When the person had completely crawled outside the curtains, Ye Yang saw that they were wearing the cloth shoes that had just been dragged behind the curtains.

Ye Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the person had already sat up, imitating the posture of the ghost just now, holding their head in their hands and curling up at the foot of the bed.

If it weren't for the hint of sinister triumph in his eyes when he looked at Ye Yang, no one would be able to tell that he had been replaced.

A substitute evil?

The moment this word popped into Ye Yang's head, he immediately denied his judgment.

A substitute evil can only be a dead person replacing a living person, and would never replace a ghost.

But if it wasn't a substitute evil, what was it?

While Ye Yang was pondering, he heard Feng Ruoxing's voice transmission, "Someone's coming."

Ye Yang raised his eyes slightly and saw a figure appearing outside the feng shui residence. The other party was dressed in a mandarin jacket and a top hat, clearly a dead person wearing a shroud.

A dead person looking at a living person through the window.

When Ye Yang fixed his eyes on him, he saw the person reach for the window seam.

Logically speaking, a ghost could pass through the window to enter the house, but the peach wood sword hanging inside the window of the feng shui residence made him afraid to rush in, so he chose to slip his hand through the window seam.

Ye Yang watched as the other party's fingers, like water slipping in from the window seam, first squeezed in a few fingers, then probed half a palm into the house, and then slowly moved the position of the window hook down the window seam, gently picking open the window latch.

The person also leaned against the wall, sideways to touch the peach wood sword inside the window.

Feng Ruoxing transmitted his voice, "Shall I go and kill him?"

"No, let's see what he wants to do?" While Ye Yang transmitted his voice, he tapped his fingers lightly on the door a few times. He was secretly notifying Feng Ruoxing to be careful of what was behind him.