A hand, like the ice of the Arctic, suddenly stretched out from behind the manager, gripping his throat tightly, and whispered hoarsely into his ear, "If you want to die, I've never seen anyone as eager as you. Have you gone completely mad, huh!"

This sinister and terrifying voice sounded vaguely familiar. Zhou Huan saw clearly: it was the third soul and seventh po of the old woman. The crucial thing was that Zhou Huan didn't understand why she was here. He had already helped her reincarnate; what was this about?

"Smelly manager, are you still not going to be honest?" the old woman continued to press.

Zhou Huan interrupted her question: "Old lady, why are you back here again? Oh yes, you gave me those things; do you have anything else you need to entrust to me?" As Zhou Huan spoke, he leaned close to the manager, spat a mouthful of saliva, and smeared it onto the manager's face, then touched the man's eyes: "There, now you can see who hit you."

The manager squeezed his eyes shut, afraid to look. Zhou Huan used his fingertips to press precisely on the man's temples. His eyeballs immediately popped wide open and shone brightly.

"Ah!" The manager's mouth trembled: "My dear—oh no, Grandma, why are you here?"

Zhou Huan saw clearly behind the manager: the man was completely drenched, and a stream of water was slowly trickling down his trouser leg.

The old woman became frantic: "Look at you, what little backbone you have! If you have to pee, why not just go? You bastard, daring to embezzle my money—don't you want to live anymore?" The moment the old woman finished speaking, smack, another slap landed on the manager's face.

"Stop hitting me, or I'll get angry!" This time the manager covered his face, pointing his fingers at Zhou Huan and the old woman: "Fine! So you two came here to pull some magic tricks on me, did you? Fine! I don't believe there are real ghosts and spirits in this world! Hmph, hmph! Watch this!"

The old woman and Zhou Huan both expected him to try and strike the old woman, but unexpectedly, he pulled out one hundred and fifty yuan from his pocket: "You little punk, I can verify immediately if you’re a real ghost. People say if you meet a ghost, give them one hundred yuan, and if they take it and it turns into billions of pieces of hell money, then you’ve met a true spirit."

"Hahahaha, you don't need to give it to me. Just look down at the money in your hand, and you'll know if I'm a real ghost," the old woman burst out laughing at the foolish manager.

The manager lowered his head to look and was instantly dumbfounded. That one-hundred-yuan red note had transformed into several billion in notes from the Heaven and Earth Bank, and the fifty-yuan note had become an eighty-yuan Renminbi bill, the inscription on which depicted the old woman's appearance when she was alive.

"Well? You still don't believe me?"

This time, the manager was scared half to death. He immediately fell to his knees, kowtowing and repenting: "Oh, my dear Grandma, it was all my greed! I shouldn't have done this! Please forgive me, I'll never dare again!" This time, yellow seeped from the manager's trousers—he was truly scared enough to soil himself.

Zhou Huan glanced at the old woman; both of them smiled. Zhou Huan spoke first: "Brother, you have to voice what's troubling your heart to find relief, otherwise, this palpitation in your chest will never ease."

The old woman grabbed the manager with one hand and glared fiercely at him: "I'm telling you, you have half an hour to bring back the unused portion of my deposit, and then handle the paperwork so Master Zhou can sign it. Otherwise, I’ll really give you a nasty surprise."

Just then, a security guard walked up from the end of the corridor and shouted from a distance: "What are you two doing here? Haven't you finished your business yet?"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, he first paused, then exclaimed in shock: "Holy smokes, Manager Qi, since when did you learn to float with both feet off the ground? Haha, what's the matter? Is your IQ malfunctioning?"

"En!" Manager Qi actually answered this way, which delighted the guard. This fellow was actually speaking the truth.

"Hey, finish playing around and come down. Everyone knows you have something holding you up above. I’m going on patrol. Treat me to lunch later, okay!" Manager Qi craned his neck and nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Huan leaned against the wall, unable to help but chuckle: "Old lady, let him go. This lesson should keep him busy for a while. He probably won't dare to eye you up again for the rest of his life."

"He wouldn't dare!" The old woman’s grip tightened: "Behave yourself from now on. If you slip up even a little, I’ll come and choke you."

Manager Qi, with his throat constricted, couldn't utter a word, only gesturing with his hands.

Zhou Huan spoke conciliatingly: "Old lady, please release him. If he dares to err again, I'll summon two lonely, wild spirits to follow him, and they can beat him every time he messes up!"

"En, I think that works. It saves this kid from being unreliable." The old woman’s anger subsided slightly, and she slowly lowered Mr. Qi. Then she muttered: "My remaining balance should be one hundred and twenty-one thousand, seven hundred and twenty-one. You can keep that extra twenty-one yuan; consider it an old woman doing a good deed."

"I wouldn't dare accept it, please keep it for yourself." Then he turned to Zhou Huan: "You can give it to him too; he's quite wealthy."

The old woman smiled faintly: "Master Zhou, did you hear that? Exactly that amount, not a single penny less. Then, donate this money to the temple for its repairs!"

"Alright, Old Lady, you should go back quickly. It's not right for you to stay lingering here. I will take care of things here; don't be afraid." Zhou Huan insisted on persuading the old woman to leave. The old woman actually listened to Zhou Huan, and before leaving, she instructed him.

"Don't forget that number. Give the remainder to this fellow, just in case he needs a reason to be tormented later." After the old woman finished speaking, a gust of wind blew out, and she drifted away gracefully, leaving behind a hearty spectral laugh.

Zhou Huan looked down at Manager Qi: "Buddy, let's go. Fulfill the old lady's dying wish. When it comes time to donate, I'll go with you, so the old lady won't come looking for trouble with you later."

"Yes, yes, I'll go right now!" Manager Qi tiptoed, constantly shaking his trousers; the lingering odor permeated the entire corridor.

After leaving the safe deposit area, Manager Qi took the card from Zhou Huan's hand and rushed to the office. After a long wait, Zhou Huan saw him emerging with a large stack of receipts. Seeing Zhou Huan from afar, he shouted: "Master Zhou, the receipts are here! Your remaining balance has been transferred to your card, please check!"

Zhou Huan went to the ATM in the lobby. After checking the balance, the funds were in place. He signed the receipts from Manager Qi, then took the one hundred and fifty yuan he had received earlier, plus the 21 yuan remainder, and tossed them to the manager, before writing a protective talisman and handing it to the manager, then turned and left.

Manager Qi clutched the talisman Zhou Huan had given him, watching Zhou Huan depart so coolly with a crestfallen face. He had bumped into a wall, but luckily, the disaster had been stopped in time; otherwise, he would have committed a grave error.

Zhou Huan drove his car to the hospital. He went directly to the attending physician’s office to ask about Xiao He’s condition. He learned that Xiao He would need another week before being discharged. Zhou Huan then went upstairs. Dong Zi and Li Tianxiong, guarding the ward door, saw Zhou Huan arrive and quickly stood up.

"Brother, Sister Xiao He woke up once just now and was looking for you everywhere. Hurry in and see her!" Dong Zi's eyes were bloodshot; it seemed the wait had truly exhausted him.

Li Tianxiong appeared more energetic. He opened the door for Zhou Huan, who hurried in and saw Xiao He still lying unconscious in the hospital bed. He quietly approached Xiao He. Her hand was outside the blanket, and Zhou Huan helped cover her properly. But who knew that this gentle action by Zhou Huan would cause Xiao He to wake from her coma?

"Brother Huan, you're here?" Xiao He slowly opened her eyes and called out Zhou Huan's name in a weak voice.

Zhou Huan slowly bent his head down and spoke softly, his voice like fine silk: "Xiao He, it’s me. Do you feel any better now?"

Xiao He didn't answer, just nodded symbolically, then fell back into a warm sleep.

Zhou Huan found a towel, soaked it in warm water, and slowly used it to gently wipe the dust from Xiao He’s face.

Dong Zi came in from outside the door: "Brother, the doctor is making rounds. He was just talking about moving Sister Xiao He to a different ward."

"What's going on?" Zhou Huan couldn't help but ask.

Dong Zi continued: "Just transferring her to another room. She's out of danger now; she just needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a while."

"Alright, you go handle it. Let me know when she moves to the new ward."

Xiao He slept in the ward until evening. Several medical staff members came to help move her. Zhou Huan accompanied them. He stayed in the hospital room for a full week, staying by Xiao He's side until she was discharged.

"Brother Huan, you must serve me like this every day from now on, or I won't pay attention to you anymore!" Xiao He was deeply grateful for Zhou Huan's meticulous care during these days; her love and reliance on him had deepened once more.

Zhou Huan smiled slightly: "My dear, I will be with you every day from now on, as long as you like. I don't want to make any promises to you, I just want to..."

The ambiguous feeling flowing between Xiao He and Zhou Huan intensified. Seeing Zhou Huan stammering, she prompted him: "Brother Huan, what is it you want to say?"

"Oh, nothing!" Zhou Huan probably felt that saying such things now was impractical. What he actually wanted to discuss with Xiao He was marriage, but he felt he needed to take responsibility for her first, so he would bring up the matter a little later.

When Zhou Huan and the others returned to Fushou Hall, the dust inside was enough to keep them sweeping for a while; some places were already covered in cobwebs.

Just as the group prepared to start cleaning the room, the sound of screeching brakes echoed from outside, and several police cars stopped at the entrance of Fushou Hall.

Zhou Huan turned to look; it was Little Li.

"Master Zhou, we have two things today. First, we need you to provide some technical testimony regarding the recent incident. Second, we made a banner for you, and we also wanted to see Sister Xiao He, as we heard she was discharged today." After speaking, Little Li took a banner out of the car.

A moment later, two or three more people emerged from the cars. The banner read: Master of Reincarnation, An Eminent Figure of Our Time!