"By the way, my friend's soul is missing. Can I use this to bring him back?" Ashley Grant asked, holding the fan. Of the two tools of the Wuchang, the Soul Hook is used to capture souls, while a wave of the Soul-Returning Fan can send a soul back into the body.

"Of course you can, it's a small matter." Old White glanced at Brian Carter. "But today, you need to help me capture the soul of someone named David Miller. The local City God reported that he is lingering in the mortal world and refuses to leave. I need you, a living soul, to help."

David Miller—isn't that the name of the recently deceased Old Miller?

Ashley Grant: "Then I probably know where he is."

……

Ashley Grant, in soul form, floated with Old White to Old Miller's house. From a distance, they saw Old Miller and Brian Carter at the door. Old Miller was trying to pull Brian Carter inside, but Brian Carter clung to the doorframe, refusing to go in.

Sure enough, he was taken away by Old Miller...

Ashley Grant thought for a moment and raised the fan to cover his face.

"What are you doing?" Old White asked.

"I want to wear a disguise," Ashley Grant mumbled.

He was forced to take this part-time job, but didn't want to become famous, lest he attract trouble after his one-year term was up.

Besides, even if Old Miller hadn't seen his plays, he might have seen him around the village. Brian Carter definitely knew him—if he saw him dressed like this, he'd be scared out of his wits. Better to cover up a bit.

Old White chuckled, finding it odd. Those who eat the food of the underworld, if conscripted, can't wait to make a name for themselves and earn money in the mortal world. Ashley Grant was the opposite.

Looking at David Miller, as soon as he saw their red lantern, he hid inside the door.

Brian Carter breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground. He saw two ghostly figures floating over, both wearing tall hats. Each hat had four characters written on it: "Prosper at First Sight" and "Since You're Here." They held chains in their hands, and one of them even covered his face.

Brian Carter was terrified—not only did he see ghosts today, he even saw ghost messengers!

But the words on those hats were really strange...

Brian Carter had been brought here by the old man in a daze. The old man said he wanted to treat him to tea, but when he reached the door, he suddenly realized where he was.

The aura of the Wuchang was chilling. Ordinary living people would fall seriously ill upon seeing them; ghosts would tremble even more. Brian Carter didn't know them, but felt a deep fear in his soul. He sat against the wall, eyes brimming with tears. "I don't want to die..."

The words "Since You're Here" on the hat made him even more anxious. He was afraid they'd say, "Since you're here, no ghost leaves empty-handed, so we'll take you with us."

Fortunately, the ghost messenger only said in a low voice, "Your time is not up yet, kid. Mr. White will send you back."

Brian Carter was overjoyed. "Th-thank you, big brother... Mr. White."

He saw that the one with "Since You're Here" on his hat didn't say a word. Although he couldn't see his face, he felt extremely uneasy. "A-also, thank you..."

Old White casually explained, "Mr. Grant!"

Ashley Grant didn't have time to stop him and shook his head at Old White from behind the fan. He couldn't reveal his real name—what's the point of a disguise if you give away half your identity?

Luckily, Brian Carter didn't think of his friend. He just looked confused and muttered to himself, "Bai... Lan... Lan and Bai Wuchang? I've only heard of Black and White Wuchang. Are there navy officers in the underworld too?"

Chapter 3: I Have Special Performance Skills

Navy blue and white Wuchang? Do you even understand the concept of yin and yang?

Old White pulled a long face. "Watch your mouth!"

He flicked his fan, seemingly gently, but it stirred up a gust of ghostly wind. Brian Carter's soul was blown out of his body and drifted toward where his body was lying—he was being sent back.

Ashley Grant looked at David Miller, who was hiding inside the door with only half his body showing. It was his turn.

After death, one should first report to the City God. David Miller lingered in the mortal world, which drew Old White to capture his soul. As for how he managed to stay...

Old White said sternly, "This house is ingeniously constructed, with many protective items. Ghosts and evil spirits from the underworld easily lose their way inside. It also follows the laws of fate, so it doesn't affect the owner. He used this to hide, but since you're a living soul, you're unaffected and can catch him."

Old White's words were not just for Ashley Grant, but also to scare David Miller.

Sure enough, David Miller panicked as soon as he heard this. He had thought these two were like the previous underworld messengers who couldn't do anything to him, but now he immediately ran further into the house.

Ashley Grant suddenly remembered how the village official had bragged about the feng shui design of the Yantang residences that day. Maybe that feng shui master from a hundred years ago really was a master, whether or not he was a descendant of Guiguzi!

Although he was in soul form, he wasn't a real ghost. He entered the house without any discomfort and threw out the chain.

Ashley Grant just tossed it casually—there were still several meters between him and David Miller—but the Soul Hook landed precisely on David Miller. David Miller wasn't a fierce ghost, just someone with an obsession, lingering in the mortal world with the help of his ancestral home.

As soon as the Soul Hook bound him, the old man froze and couldn't move.

Ashley Grant pulled the chain back, and David Miller floated over, almost weightless, being led outside by Ashley Grant.

"Sir, sir, please let me go, I don't want to leave," David Miller pleaded.

"Sir, sir, please don't call me that," Ashley Grant said. "Just cooperate with us, please."

David Miller: "..."