Chapter 132

"Mr. Ye, please go ahead." Everyone wore a strange, knowing smile.

Ye Fengyun felt increasingly uneasy, yet he pushed open the door to Xu Meijiao’s room. The room was well-lit, but it exuded a gloomy aura, as if a dark mist permeated the air. It was a suffocating sensation; despite the brightness, the room felt deeply sinister.

Ye Fengyun walked to the bedside. Xu Meijiao lay still, yet it seemed as though countless black tentacles were encroaching upon her.

"What is happening here?"

Ye Fengyun drew two fingers across his eyes, but even with his Heaven’s Eye activated, he could not penetrate the veil of what lay before him. He dismissed it as an illusion and stepped forward to take her pulse. Instantly, his brows furrowed; he felt two distinct forces clashing within her body.

"Two pulses? Could it be a demonic possession?"

Startled, Ye Fengyun quickly pulled back the covers. He used silver needles to seal her acupoints and then applied talismans to lock her form. Once finished, he ordered a mirror to be hung from the ceiling, directly facing Xu Meijiao.

Having encountered Western evil spirits before, Ye Fengyun had studied them extensively. These entities feared mirrors, which could reveal their true forms. One method of exorcism involved forcing the spirit into a mirror and then shattering it to destroy the entity.

Steward Lin and his men entered and followed Ye Fengyun’s instructions, but strangely, the mirror failed to reflect the spirit’s true image. Ye Fengyun was deeply puzzled—had he misjudged the situation?

Just as he was lost in thought, Steward Lin accidentally bumped into the bed frame. The bed jolted with a loud thud, and suddenly, a dark shadow darted into the mirror, causing it to bounce upward.

"Something just went into the mirror!" Steward Lin cried out.

Recovering his composure, Ye Fengyun immediately ordered the mirror to be covered with a cloth. Steward Lin urged, "Destroy the mirror at once."

"I will handle it," Ye Fengyun replied. "This is a task for a professional."

Steward Lin smiled. "Then I shall leave it to you, Mr. Ye."

Ye Fengyun carried the mirror outside. As he left, he glanced back at Steward Lin, his eyes filled with suspicion. There was something wrong with this man. He was the steward of the Lin family, yet he was here at the Xu residence, offering reasons for his presence that were absurd and illogical. Moreover, his behavior was deeply unsettling.

After disposing of the mirror, Ye Fengyun returned to the bedroom. Everyone was gathered around, checking on Xu Meijiao’s condition.

"Mr. Ye is back. Everyone, step aside and let him take a look," Steward Lin commanded. The crowd parted.

Ye Fengyun stepped forward just as Xu Meijiao suddenly opened her eyes. It was an abrupt, mechanical motion—not the slow, gradual opening of eyes one would expect from someone recovering from a coma. It was highly suspicious.

Steward Lin retreated behind the crowd, his lips moving silently. At that exact moment, Xu Meijiao spoke.

"Mr. Ye, thank you for your help. I feel much better now."

Her face remained completely expressionless as she spoke, like a lifelike doll.