Zhou Huan felt a surge of hope for Earth's ideals upon seeing the room full of psychiatric scientists. However, when he heard the Director actually dare to discuss the eyelid twitching, he knew this was no minor matter. The people who had died recently due to this twitching were still an unsolved mystery, which only added chaos to Zhou Huan's already troubled mind.

The Director rose and walked toward Zhou Huan with surprising ease, but the patients immediately began to murmur. Suddenly, the profound silence of the room exploded as if a pot had boiled over, with everyone beginning to debate the mechanical causes behind the formation of the eyelid twitch.

“Master Zhou, I know about your situation. Please leave this patient in that room for now. I will take special care of him these next few days. This environment is not suitable for you to remain in any longer; it will inevitably have some impact on your physical and mental well-being. Therefore, I must ask you to return for now. We can maintain frequent communication regarding his condition later.” As he finished speaking, the Director turned and left without waiting for Zhou Huan’s reply.

Newton then turned to Zhou Huan and said, “You should go ahead now. I need to start working, or I won't be able to get these fellows back into their rooms.”

“Newton, come here! Assume we are in a complete vacuum—jump for us to see!” someone among the patients called out.

Newton was perfectly obedient and jumped once in place.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Huan decided it was best to leave. On their way out, they specifically checked on Driver Liu’s room; the man had managed to sleep for over half an hour even on such a bumpy road, and he was still fast asleep here. Zhou Huan was genuinely impressed.

Just as Zhou Huan was about to depart, he suddenly caught a flash of brilliant white light out of the corner of his eye. When he looked again, there was nothing there. This left a bad impression on him, as he deeply understood that the white light signaled malicious intent. Moreover, the Director had just mentioned the eyelid twitching, whether intentionally or accidentally. Zhou Huan felt a massive storm was brewing right here.

“Master Zhou, let’s go. We’ll call it a day. I have a lot of matters to attend to back at my shop,” Lingzi volunteered to leave.

Zhou Huan forcefully suppressed his emotions, maintaining a slight smile on his face. “Is that so? Then allow me to drive you back.”

Before leaving, Zhou Huan intentionally kept Tian Xiong behind, specifically instructing him not to act rashly no matter what happened, but to notify him immediately.

Zhou Huan actually had another plan: after sending Lingzi back to her shop, he intended to organize the elites from Fushoutang to return here. However, at this moment, he felt Fushoutang could not be left unattended. It was practically impossible for him to stay and guard Fushoutang, as people were needed here, and Lingzi’s shop also required watching.

What kind of origin did this ghost have? Its cunning and deceit filled Zhou Huan with vexation.

Lingzi remained silent the entire journey, only occasionally glancing at Zhou Huan’s expression before offering a slight, fleeting smile.

Soon, Zhou Huan safely delivered Lingzi back to her company, just as Dongzi came running back to the entrance.

Dongzi immediately rushed over when he saw Zhou Huan. Noticing Lingzi still sitting in the car, Dongzi said no more. Lingzi got out of the car herself, thanked Zhou Huan, and returned to her office.

“Dongzi, you have a few hours. Go back to Hu Tingting’s room immediately and take another look. See if there’s anything useful you can find. Then, go back to the foreman’s room and check again. Be meticulous; don’t let a single clue escape. If anything happens, report it instantly!”

Dongzi felt suddenly burdened with immense responsibility, as if preparing for a great battle. He pounded his chest and declared, “Brother, rest assured! This time, I promise to look through everything again, thoroughly. I won’t let this trip be for nothing!”

Zhou Huan nodded and headed back toward Fushoutang. He planned to leave Hong Kun there and bring Shi Bingyuan out, because among his disciples, only Shi Bingyuan possessed methods that could truly help Zhou Huan significantly; the others paled in comparison. Zhou Huan was placing a very large bet this time.

The moment he re-entered Fushoutang, the first person he saw was Zhang Hong from the gambling incident days ago. Why this fellow was here made Zhou Huan feel a prickle of alarm.

“Master Zhou, I…” Zhang Hong hesitated, then stood up and bowed politely to Zhou Huan.

“Say what you need to say directly. It’s fine.”

“Before I came here, my left and right eyelids kept twitching back and forth. I remember you mentioning during the gambling the other day that this kind of twitching is not a good sign and can’t be simply dismissed. So, I was wondering…” Zhang Hong was clearly embarrassed.

Zhou Huan thought it over and finally felt that if this fellow didn’t experience something significant, that ghost truly wouldn’t let him off. But as for how exactly Zhang Hong had offended it, perhaps Zhang Hong himself couldn’t articulate it clearly. Finally, out of necessity, Zhou Huan said, “Alright, you won’t be sleeping tonight. Play the hero for me one more time. After this incident passes, you should be completely fine from now on, entirely clear!”

“Really? Just don't let me completely disappear in the process!” Zhang Hong was still a bit fearful, especially recalling the events of that gambling day; a lingering sense of dread remained.

“Master, what is the arrangement for tonight?” Shi Bingyuan asked Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan let out a long sigh. “This matter is too tricky. I still haven't grasped this ghost's pattern of movement. I only know that the thing is insidious and cunning. Starting today, all the female relatives in Fushoutang, as soon as night falls, must immediately go to Baoguang Zen Temple to ask the attending monk for temporary guest rooms to stay in. They are to return only when this matter is completely over. Tonight, only Hong Kun will remain here.”

“Me?” Hong Kun sounded uncertain, not knowing if he could handle this task.

“Yes. Remember, write down a stack of every artifact you know and can control, including every talisman you can wield at will. Post ghost-repelling talismans and stillness incantations all over the rooms. Afterward, you will sit in the center of the main hall. No matter what happens, just lock the doors, sit cross-legged, and cultivate your qi until dawn.” Zhou Huan seemed determined to use extreme measures by leaving Hong Kun alone like this.

At this point, he couldn't be certain if the final confrontation with this ghost would be at the mental hospital. If they could resolve it there, that would be ideal; if not, things would become even more troublesome. But he knew that tonight would involve a very strenuous, fierce battle.

Following Zhou Huan’s instructions, Fushoutang was covered everywhere with ghost-repelling talismans. Zhou Huan also made arrangements with the monks at Baoguang Temple, who set aside a subsidiary courtyard for the female guests to lodge in. Afterward, Zhou Huan took Shi Bingyuan and waited near his company, ready for nightfall to take Dongzi with him toward that lofty hall of scientists—the psychiatric hospital.

After hearing Zhou Huan’s plan, Dongzi returned to the company, immediately grabbed his keys, and re-entered Hu Tingting’s room. This time, he was careful. Before entering, he covered himself in ghost-repelling talismans and muttered the Heart-Cleansing Incantation. As soon as he stepped inside, he was hit by a foul, noxious odor that almost made him lose his senses.

“Seriously, what is this smell?” Dongzi mumbled to himself and began searching everywhere in Hu Tingting’s room—on the desk, in the cabinets, under the toys—every place he could think of. But after searching everything, he found nothing. However, in Tingting’s office desk, he discovered a Bagua magazine, one that featured articles on fortune-telling favored by young women.

“Hmm?” As Dongzi flipped through the magazine, he noticed money tucked inside. Several red bills were hidden very discreetly because those specific pages had been glued together. But perhaps due to frequent handling, the page had worn thin, and the money had slipped out. Dongzi instinctively glanced around before secretly tucking the magazine away.

He then left Tingting’s room. When he entered the foreman’s room, he searched everything in the same frantic manner and found nothing. However, one item again caught Dongzi’s attention: tucked inside the adult pictorial the foreman often read, using the exact same method, were some red bills.