"Oh, right, I'll leave immediately," Zhou Huan agreed, stepping away from where he stood and heading toward his car. But just as he reached it, he felt another gust of wind brush past him from behind. By the time he managed to turn, he felt himself collapse in front of the car, losing consciousness.

Zhou Huan lay by his vehicle for a long time. Suddenly, the roar of an engine jolted him. Vaguely, he sensed someone helping him up. He tried his best to focus on the person supporting him, but no matter how hard he looked, the figure remained a mere shadow, devoid of any discernible human presence.

"Master Zhou, Master Zhou!" the supporter called out repeatedly. Following the sound, Zhou Huan slowly forced his eyes open, feeling as though he had been lying on the ground for ages.

"Oh, my!" Zhou Huan felt a dull ache at the back of his head. When he finally opened his eyes fully and looked closely at the person helping him, the shadowy figure was completely gone. In its place stood a woman in professional attire, her skin looking as smooth as water, her cheeks flushed, emanating an air of elegance.

In a flash, another person came running from the company entrance, shouting, "Brother Zhou!" This was Dongzi, who was normally arriving for work. The moment he reached the company, he had intended to keep an eye on the manager. He trailed the manager around the corner, hiding in the shadows beside the main entrance. Seeing the manager helping Zhou Huan up, Dongzi immediately rushed over.

"Brother, what happened to you?" As he spoke, Dongzi shot the manager a fierce glare before gently pushing her aside, taking over the task of supporting Zhou Huan. "Manager, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I habitually stop at the milk tea shop across the street for a drink in the morning. As I walked over here, I happened to see Master Zhou collapse by his car. You saw the rest," she replied.

"Alright, you don't need to worry about the rest. I'm taking the day off," Dongzi said. When he turned to assist Zhou Huan further, Zhou Huan was already standing on his own, fully conscious, his eyes radiating a stern light.

Zhou Huan turned back and smiled gently at the manager. "Madam, thank you so much for your help. I'm not sure what happened just now; I seem to have suddenly fainted."

"You're welcome. Since you seem fine now, I'll be heading back!" As she spoke, the manager started walking toward the opposite side of the road.

Dongzi tried to step forward to stop her, but Zhou Huan pulled him back. "She is not an evildoer. Looking at her demeanor, her face flushed and healthy, she must be skilled in something, but her expression does not suggest malice."

"But what I told you earlier concerned her!" Dongzi insisted, following closely.

Zhou Huan shook his head. "Don't go to work today, Dongzi. Come back to Fushou Hall with me; we need to count the driver's money from yesterday!"

Zhou Huan and Dongzi drove back to Fushou Hall. Upon opening the box containing the driver's money, they found a thick stack of red bills. Zhou Huan was immediately surprised. For such an ordinary driver to accumulate this much wealth, the amount he gambled must also have been substantial. Where had all that money come from?

"Hmm?" Zhou Huan felt a sudden, peculiar fluttering in his right eyelid. The rhythm was intensely fast, and this sensation brought upon him an unprecedented tension. He realized he might be facing a master from the Ghost Realm, or perhaps something neither fully human nor fully ghost.

"Master!" Shi Bingyuan returned from the hospital and reported the situation immediately upon entering. "Master, the driver is stable at the hospital. Just one leg is broken, but it seems it won't require amputation; he should be able to keep it."

"That's good; at least we saved his life last night!" Saying this, Zhou Huan turned, intending to head upstairs. He added, "Everyone else, go get some rest. Dongzi, report to work normally tomorrow. I'll check on the driver when I have time and return his money!"

"Brother, I've already counted the money in the box. It should be one hundred and seventy thousand in cash!"

"Alright, put the money away. We'll discuss it tonight!" Zhou Huan rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, still feeling uneasy. He went inside, crossed his legs, and began focusing on regulating his qi.

Time passed quickly, and before he realized it, the sky had darkened completely, utterly starless and moonless.

Zhou Huan came downstairs. He hadn't slept all day, having spent the entire day cultivating his qi. The pain at the back of his head felt much better. He sat in the main hall, looking at the Purple Jade Gourd, an idea forming in his mind.

The death of the foreman felt inevitable because he was wicked. Hu Tingting's demise was contradictory—she wasn't evil, but she was greedy for wealth. Only the driver had survived. If he had taken that money last night, perhaps he would have perished too. Thus, the focal point of the conflict seemed to be the pursuit of wealth. From the events of the past few days, it appeared the one wishing death upon them was not an inherently evil person, or at least seemed to be acting under the pretense of punishing evil and promoting good.

"Master Zhou, Master Zhou, let me out!" The foreman inside the Purple Jade Gourd was getting restless.

Zhou Huan opened the lid of the gourd and let the foreman out. "What do you want?"

"It was too stuffy inside; I needed some air. But I noticed your right eyelid has been twitching today too, Master Zhou. You shouldn't go out tonight!" This was perhaps the first time the foreman had shown genuine concern for another person.

Zhou Huan felt a warmth spread through his heart. "It's fine. In fact, I hope it keeps twitching. I want to see exactly who is causing all this trouble, so I don't have to hunt them down everywhere."

"Master Zhou, I... when will you send me back? I wish to reincarnate soon!"

Zhou Huan smiled. "Go back for now. When the time is right, I will naturally send you back." Zhou Huan placed the foreman back into the gourd and then suddenly burst out laughing. In truth, he was delighted. His eyelid twitching meant that the troublemaker was definitely coming to confront him. Since they dared to challenge him, they would inevitably reveal themselves before him. Then, Zhou Huan would finally know exactly what kind of 'bird' he was dealing with.

Dongzi and the others had slept for a full day. Zhou Huan sat in the hall for a long time before emerging. The first thing he said when they came out was, "Didn't Dongzi's eyelid twitch a couple of days ago, and nothing major happened then, right?"

"Yes!"

"Good. Today, Hong Kun will cook. It's been a while since I ate your food. Tonight, you all continue sleeping, but one thing is certain: you must ensure Fushou Hall remains quiet. No ghosts or spirits are allowed inside. I plan to take Dongzi out tonight for some card games!"

The group didn't quite grasp Zhou Huan's true intentions. Surely, this situation wasn't the trivial matter Zhou Huan should be dabbling in. Had Zhou Huan figured out how to lure out those causing trouble?

As his disciples, they naturally followed Zhou Huan's orders and headed to the kitchen to get busy.

"Brother, what are we doing tonight?" Dongzi wondered why Zhou Huan was taking him along—was it merely because his eyelid was twitching?

Zhou Huan didn't answer Dongzi directly, merely stating, "Take all of the driver's money. Tonight, we are going to lose every last cent of it, not leaving a single one behind."

After dinner, Zhou Huan drove them first to the hospital to visit the driver. After getting details about the situation at the gambling village, he obtained the contact information for the wealthy second-generation heir who had been gambling with the driver the night before. Then, Zhou Huan and Dongzi hurriedly left the hospital because betting at the gambling village typically opened before nine in the evening. Arriving late meant they might miss out or even be barred from entry.

Before leaving, Zhou Huan sent a text to the wealthy heir: "Cockfighting at the gambling village tonight. If you want your money back, be there on time!"

The drive, which usually took less than half an hour, saw Zhou Huan's car entering the gambling village with considerable fanfare this time. Since most patrons who came to support the village were locals, anyone arriving by car was assumed to either have connections or wealth. Those entering with money rarely left quickly.

Zhou Huan's car had previously belonged to Mr. Lao Wang, and it still carried his license plates. Thus, as soon as Zhou Huan's car entered the village, the sentries at the gate notified the village leaders: "Distinguished guest has arrived!" Immediately, dozens of men rushed out from the village, lining up in two rows to welcome Zhou Huan—or rather, to welcome Zhou Huan's vehicle.