"Was it a twist of fate?"
Han Su came to a room resembling a teahouse and knocked on the half-open door.
Several people inside immediately turned to look. They were Xu Ji, Assistant Xu, and an old woman dressed strangely in a dark gray robe that looked neither like leather nor anything else. Her hair seemed not to have been washed in years, and she even wore a few bone ornaments.
The old woman had been the one speaking just now. She must have heard Han Su approaching long ago; when she saw him knock, she gave him a slight nod.
Xu Ji stared at him with round eyes, apparently having never expected Han Su to be called over too. Then he seemed to realize something and jumped in alarm, wailing, "No way, bro. Did you follow me home to rat me out?"
"I specifically invited Mr. Han to help."
Assistant Xu shot Xu Ji a glare, then stepped forward to shake Han Su's hand. "Thanks for coming all this way,
Mr. Han."
Before inviting Han Su into the teahouse, he explained quietly, "After you encountered that truck, sir specifically invited this occult expert to our home. The goal was to deal with the mysterious residue in his body and help him shed his status as someone with deep contact with the bizarre."
"To be honest, after that expensive treatment, we thought the problem had been resolved. We observed him for quite some time before lifting the young master's confinement, but—"
He turned to look at Xu Ji, his expression troubled. Shaking his head, he sighed. "It seems we were too optimistic after all."
"We should be cautious."
Han Su nodded. "Then why did you call me over?"
"The young master wouldn't have encountered these strange things for no reason.