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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
"Well, those villagers were just bowing their heads repeatedly, so I told them to scram. The three young men in the same vehicle were also quite shocked, but I've long gotten used to that kind of look. On the other hand, the girl seemed a bit surprised too, but not overly so, as if she already knew I was impressive." After finishing his meal, Ye Mingshang sipped tea while telling stories to Grandfather and Granddaughter.
"What happened next? Did the girl offer herself to you?" Lin Qianqian teased.
Ye Mingshang rolled his eyes and replied, "Come on, I was only one year old at that time; I hadn't even developed yet..."
"But there were still monsters, right?" Lin the Old Man, who had been listening intently, couldn't help but interject. He was more interested in hearing about battles with monsters than fighting people.
"Later, we took a car to the police station to report it. The girl also contacted her family through the police. They held a meeting and had those young men lead a team of Special Police there. At that time, I actually didn't know what connection they had with the monsters or that they practiced Evil Arts. Since I was just a kid and they didn't let me go, I didn't want to waste time there either. The police wouldn't allow a child like me to run around freely; they were supposed to contact my parents. I couldn't stand that hassle and found an opportunity to leave."
"Since I couldn't check into a hotel by myself as a child—though I had my ways—I preferred to find a quiet place to pitch a tent. Just when I had fallen asleep, I was woken up by those white-clad police officers. It turned out that when the Special Police entered the mountains, they caught those people performing sacrifices using Evil Arts, intending to use a child as an offering. This scene was stumbled upon by the Special Police. Engaging in cult activities and using living sacrifices? How could they let them go? Of course, they had to arrest them, but it was unclear whether those people were brave or foolish as they directly confronted the police."
"At first, those ordinary people with sticks and shovels definitely couldn't match the armed Special Police, and they were quickly subdued. Later, their leader—the one who practiced Evil Arts—killed several Special Police before being shot down himself. Just when things seemed over, a monster that was in cahoots with them appeared. This monster had some skills; bullets didn't seem to affect it much. Knowing things were getting out of hand, the police weren't foolish and decisively retreated."
"Afterward, it seemed that their director took this matter very seriously and came looking for me after hearing about those people practicing magic."
After talking for a while, Ye Mingshang felt thirsty and took a big gulp of tea. Just as he was about to refill his cup, he realized there was no water left. Henry promptly replaced it with a new pot while listening intently to the story.
"So did that director believe you?" Lin Qianqian asked curiously. Such matters usually lacked credibility unless witnessed firsthand; even with a few witnesses, it would be more likely for them to think they were crazy. Moreover, the person they referred to was just an inexperienced child.
"Half-believing, half-doubting. Coincidentally, that director had encountered several supernatural events before and had sought help from others. However, he mainly doubted my age since I looked too young."
"How did they find Brother Ye? You weren't staying at a hotel; how did they track you down?"
"There were surveillance cameras. Although there weren't as many back then as there are now, there were still quite a few. I wasn't deliberately hiding either; naturally, they found me through the footage."
"Oh~" Lin Qianqian playfully stuck out her tongue. "So did Brother Ye go help catch the monsters later?"
"Yeah, even though I didn't want to get involved. But since I encountered it, I had to take care of it; otherwise, who knows how many people they would harm? Anyway, it's better to act sooner rather than later, so I went with them that night to avoid them running away if I went too late. However, my worries were clearly unnecessary. I don't know if those Fellows were foolish, but when I arrived, they were celebrating. There was even a weasel at the main table holding a wine cup and drinking like a person."
"A weasel can drink?! Is it a monster?"
"Yeah, it should be the Guardian Spirit of their village. This used to be quite popular in rural areas. Generally, Guardian Spirits don't do harmful things; after all, those who choose to be Guardian Spirits are usually good monsters. They typically don't show themselves or harm people. Some that are friendly even disguise themselves as ordinary animals and live with people. It's rare to find ones that act as accomplices and harm lives."
"Is that Guardian Spirit powerful?" Lin Qianqian asked excitedly.
"Its strength is about average—not strong but not weak either. However, at that time, my own magical power wasn't very profound either, and it took quite a bit of effort for me to take down that weasel. Without the monster's help, there wasn't much suspense left; the villagers had been captured, and over a dozen women and children were found from the village. What happened afterward, I don't know; they didn't ask me."
"Those people must have been shocked when they saw how powerful Brother Ye is."
"It was okay; those police officers had better psychological quality than ordinary people. As for the villagers, when they saw me kill the Guardian Spirit, they all knelt down and bowed their heads. I couldn't understand what they were saying in their dialect."
The story ended here, and since it was getting late, Ye Mingshang didn't plan to continue. Old Lin had a smile on his face, looking both surprised and envious, as if he wished he were the protagonist of the story himself. Henry seemed curious; he genuinely listened to the story. Although he was just a butler, he was a graduate of a prestigious university and a staunch atheist.
Lin Qianqian smiled, her eyes slightly squinted; her beautiful eyes sparkled like crescent moons.
"Brother Ye is so amazing; you seem like a great hero. Having you around makes me feel so safe," Lin Qianqian said. Her words felt somewhat ambiguous; she admired Ye Mingshang greatly. After all, which girl hasn't fantasized about her future partner? Who wouldn't want someone extraordinary by their side for life? Lin Qianqian was also a girl in her prime youth and couldn't escape such norms.
Old Lin was old enough to see through his granddaughter's intentions. Just from hearing her talk about Ye Mingshang before, he could guess what she meant. Honestly, he was also looking forward to the two being together; he had his own selfish motives. If Ye Mingshang became his granddaughter's husband, wouldn't he be able to learn some of that amazing ability?
Ye Mingshang wasn't foolish either; he could see Lin Qianqian's feelings clearly. However, he avoided the topic and suggested they set off now to meet the spirits. It wasn't that he was aloof or immune to temptation like Confucius; rather, there was someone in his mind—a figure both unfamiliar and familiar—one he couldn't let go of no matter how many years passed.
They set off immediately since it would take time to reach their destination. After preparing briefly, they departed. However, this time Ye Mingshang didn't let Lin Qianqian drive; she drove too slowly. At that speed, they'd arrive in the middle of the night and wouldn't get back until morning!
It was already eight o'clock, and the sky had turned quite dark. After all, it was almost November, and it got dark early.
Ye Mingshang's driving skills were impressive; he drove fast along the road, perfectly unleashing the power of the sports car. The low rumble of the engine seemed to be a satisfying release, as if it had finally been set free.
Although he was driving quickly, he maintained stability, slowing down when encountering narrow roads or other vehicles. He only accelerated in areas with better road conditions. Meanwhile, the expressions of the Grandfather and Granddaughter in the car were not very good; they seemed a bit carsick. Fortunately, Ye Mingshang drove steadily; otherwise, they might have felt nauseous.
Notably, there was a Mercedes-Benz on the road that matched his speed, blocking their way. When he slowed down, the other car did too; when he sped up, so did the other car, as if it were teasing him. He honked several times, but the other driver ignored him. He could have accelerated to overtake them, but seeing the pale faces of the Grandfather and Granddaughter made him abandon that idea. However, that didn't mean he was out of options.
Ye Mingshang casually took a piece of tissue from the car and folded it a few times into a Paper Man. He placed the Paper Man on the dashboard and then made a hand gesture while chanting: "Spirit spirit, unknown name, grant me Five Ghosts, come to my altar, those who follow me shall be blessed, those who oppose me shall face misfortune, assist me in my path, make my wishes come true, I command you to move swiftly; those who defy my orders shall be cut to dust."
As his words fell, the previously limp Paper Man slowly stood up and began to move back and forth as if stretching its body. This scene left the Grandfather and Granddaughter astonished.
Ye Mingshang chuckled lightly as he looked at the Paper Man and then tilted his head toward the Mercedes-Benz ahead: "Help me deal with those fellows in that car; come back for your Joss Paper later."
Upon receiving the command, the paper figure bent slightly and made squeaking sounds—quite adorable. Then the Paper Man floated up and swiftly chased after the Mercedes-Benz. Strangely enough, despite being made of paper, it wasn't blown away by the wind and managed to catch up with the speeding car.
The Paper Man was surprisingly fast; within seconds it caught up with the Mercedes-Benz and angled its body to fly through the passenger window. Soon after, they saw the Mercedes-Benz swerving to one side. Ye Mingshang lightly pressed on the accelerator and overtook it. As he passed by, he noticed that the driver inside was a non-mainstream young man with green hair—likely a spoiled rich kid.
Inside the car were several people who looked terrified as they stared at the Paper Man on their dashboard. From Ye Mingshang's perspective, it was clear that he had used some tricks. Seeing their frightened expressions made Ye Mingshang chuckle.
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