Would That Be All Right?

"Daoist Master Chen, look... look at what my husband has become. You're still stopping me from going in. He wasn't like this before—he used to be very fat. Now, at this height, he weighs barely over ninety pounds. This won't do!"

Seeing her husband like this, the woman was frantic, stamping her feet anxiously.

"Husband, move aside and let Daoist Master Chen take a look at you. If this keeps up, you'll die—you'll die!"

The woman pulled her husband aside and invited Chen Feng in.

Yet the man still blocked their way. Though weak, he stubbornly prevented them from entering his room, as if there were some treasure inside that he refused to let them see.

The woman suddenly lost her temper and dragged her husband away. He nearly stumbled to the ground, and then she invited Chen Feng inside.

Chen Feng nodded and walked in. Once inside, he swept his gaze around. Aside from two chairs, there was a bed and a screen. The furnishings were simple; it was merely a small room.

Chen Feng did not sense anything unpleasant in the surrounding area. Everything seemed normal.

Chen Feng found it strange. If there was nothing here, why had the innkeeper become like this?

He could sense that the man's yang energy was extremely weak.

There was some unclean aura on the man, though it was faint. Chen Feng looked around the room again, but still found nothing.

"Daoist Master Chen, have you discovered anything?" the woman asked expectantly.

Chen Feng shook his head. "No."

"Then... what is going on? That can't be right. My husband is already like this—how can there be nothing wrong?"

The woman grew even more anxious.

Chen Feng said, "Don't panic yet. There is indeed an unpleasant aura on your husband, but I haven't