"Raven" is famous now?

"Weird?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. "How is it weird?"

Lin Haoran's expression was contorted with fear, his hand holding the teacup trembling violently, spilling tea.

He abruptly put down the cup and said urgently, "That thing is a jade bracelet, it looks very old. My dad was quite happy when he just bought it back, saying it was a Song Dynasty treasure, priceless."

"And then?"

"Then my mom took a liking to it, loved it immensely, and wore it every day."

Lin Haoran paused, his voice lowered to a whisper, as if afraid of being overheard. "But from the day she put it on, everything changed."

Qin Feng put down his teacup, leaning slightly forward, signaling him to continue.

"First, she started having nightmares, dreaming every night of a woman in ancient white clothing, crying." Lin Haoran rubbed his arms, as if trying to ward off a chill. "My mom said the woman was extremely beautiful, but her face was covered in tears. She wouldn't say anything no matter what they asked, just cried heartbreakingly."

"Just dreams, the impact is limited," Qin Feng frowned.

"It's more than that!" Lin Haoran suddenly stood up, pacing back and forth anxiously. "Later, she started sleepwalking, but her eyes were open! My dad woke up several times in the middle of the night and saw her standing stiffly in front of the mirror, talking to herself in a tone I'd never heard before!"

Qin Feng's expression turned serious. "What did she say?"

"'Your heart is like iron, my body like down,' 'Deep love leads to a short life, extreme wisdom brings harm,' and things like that... My mom can't even recite a Tang poem completely, how could she say something like this!"

"The most terrifying thing was the night before last!" Lin Haoran's voice began to tremble. He took out his phone and opened a video. The screen showed a luxurious bedroom. A middle-aged woman sat by the bed with her back to the camera, letting out a piercing cry towards the wall, a cry filled with endless resentment and sorrow.

A man's voice came from the video: "Xiuyun, what's wrong?" The woman slowly turned her head, revealing a face streaked with tears, but her eyes were as cold as if she were not alive. She stared intently in the direction of the camera and said in a low voice. "Husband, why did you harm me?" The video abruptly ended.

"My dad was so scared he collapsed at that moment." Lin Haoran's eyes were red. "My mom never called him husband, and that look in her eyes... it wasn't my mom at all! It was like..."

"Like someone else," Qin Feng finished, his eyes sharp.

"Yes! That's exactly the feeling!" Lin Haoran excitedly grabbed Qin Feng's arm. "It's as if another soul has taken over my mom's body!"

"What about the jade bracelet?"

"It's still on my mom's wrist. She won't let anyone touch it now, she guards it like her life! My dad tried to force it off, and she went crazy, scratching and biting!"

"Why come to me for something like this?" Qin Feng asked directly. "Why not find some expert?"

Lin Haoran slumped back into his seat and gave a bitter smile. "I did. All sorts of masters, eminent monks. They either said she was possessed or had encountered a ghost. They took the money, but their methods were useless. Finally, I used my family's connections and asked the Special Cases Department. They... recommended 'Raven,' who's been making quite a name for himself lately."

"Raven?" Qin Feng chuckled playfully, surprised his moniker had become so popular. "I really didn't expect it to be you." Lin Haoran looked at him, his expression complex.

"I can go take a look," Qin Feng said, changing the subject, his tone turning cold. "But I have a condition."

"Please, tell me!" Lin Haoran's posture was extremely deferential.

"After this is done, stay away from Su Qinghui." Qin Feng said calmly.

Lin Haoran was taken aback, then gave a wry smile. "As expected... you're after Junior Sister Su too."

"You're not qualified to ask."

"Fine! I promise you!" Lin Haoran gritted his teeth, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes. "As long as you can save my mom, let alone Su Qinghui, I'll even give you 10% of my Lin Group shares!"

"Oh?" Qin Feng was somewhat surprised by the price.

"You don't understand."

Lin Haoran's eyes were red, his voice choked.

"My dad is being driven mad. If this continues, I'm afraid my mom... will die!"

Seeing the genuine worry in his eyes, Qin Feng put away his teasing. "When are we going?"

"Now! Immediately!"

Lin Haoran checked the time.

"At this hour, it's when her condition is at its worst!"

"What about your party?"

"What party!" Lin Haoran blurted out. "My mom is about to die, how can I be in the mood for a party!"

"What about Su Qinghui? Didn't you say she would come?" Qin Feng suddenly asked.

Lin Haoran's expression instantly became extremely awkward. He scratched his head, his voice getting smaller and smaller. "That... I invited her, but she didn't give a clear answer... I thought, what if she came..."

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"So, you used uncertain information to trick me into coming here?"

Lin Haoran felt a chill all over him under his gaze and quickly explained, "I didn't do it on purpose! I was truly desperate... Brother Qin, Master Qin! I was wrong!"

Qin Feng stood up, making a move to leave.

"Don't!" Lin Haoran grabbed him, almost kneeling.

"Master Qin, you can't leave! Name your price, as long as you're willing to help!"

Qin Feng stopped, turned back, and looked at him coldly. "The original conditions remain unchanged. Also, I've taken a liking to your Maserati."

Lin Haoran was stunned at first, then overjoyed. "No problem! Let alone the car, as long as you can save my mom, my life is yours!"

"I find your life inauspicious," Qin Feng said, turning to leave.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Haoran trotted after him, no longer harboring any resentment.

The two hurried downstairs, the party in full swing.

Several second-generation rich kids saw them and stopped Lin Haoran. "Young Master Lin, leaving already? The party isn't over yet."

A young man in an Armani suit glanced at Qin Feng unpleasantly and asked sarcastically, "Young Master Lin, in such a hurry to leave, where are you taking this friend to strike it rich?"

Lin Haoran was about to retort when Qin Feng stopped. His indifferent gaze fell on the young man's face.

Just one glance.

The young man felt as if he had been instantly dragged into an abyss of ice. A fear originating from the depths of his soul gripped his throat, making his legs weak and almost unable to stand.

"Some people, you can't afford to offend," Qin Feng's voice was not loud, but it struck the young man's heart like a heavy hammer. Then, Qin Feng walked straight away.

The young man stood frozen, his face ashen, cold sweat instantly drenching his back.

Lin Haoran watched this scene, his awe for Qin Feng deepening. He quickly got into his... no, Qin Feng's Maserati, and drove him at breakneck speed towards the Lin family's old mansion.

"By the way, Master Qin," Lin Haoran said while driving.

"My dad was afraid I wouldn't be reliable, so he also spent a lot of money to invite a master who will arrive tonight.

Please... try not to conflict with him."

"Who is he?"

"I heard he's an authentic successor of the Maoshan sect, with the Taoist name Qing Xuzi. He's said to be very famous in Hong Kong and extremely capable."

Qin Feng curled his lips. Maoshan sect?

Let's hope he's not a fraud.

However, if he truly has skills, it might be interesting to witness the Taoist arts of this world. Perhaps there will be some unexpected gains.

The car streaked through the night, quickly arriving at the Lin family's mansion in the city center.

As soon as the car stopped, before they even entered, Qin Feng sensed a bone-chilling, cold aura.

[Warning: High concentration of abnormal spiritual body fluctuations detected!]

[Analyzing...]

[Target Level: D-Class (Deeply resentful)]

[Type: Obsessive Resentful Spirit]

A cold arc appeared on Qin Feng's lips.

A D-Class resentful spirit. Ordinary, not enough to eat.