With Me Here, It's Not a Big Problem!

Not long after, He Mingyuan hailed a taxi and brought Ning Wangshu along to the construction site where he worked.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, Ning Wangshu sensed something and couldn't help but look up at the enclosed site before him, muttering softly, "So that's it!"

"No wonder evil spirits are causing trouble here. For those fiends, this place is practically a 'feng shui treasure land'..."

Ning Wangshu saw at a glance that this construction site was a natural yin-gathering ground.

Though it wasn't anything like a top-tier yin-sha treasure cave, it still offered no small benefit to ordinary evil spirits and yin creatures.

Hearing Ning Wangshu's muttering, He Mingyuan was startled and asked curiously, "Wangshu, what did you just say about a feng shui treasure land? What did you notice?"

Ning Wangshu smiled but didn't intend to explain much to He Mingyuan—after all, clarifying that would take more than a few words, and he couldn't be bothered with the effort.

So he said, "Nothing much, Uncle He. Let's go see your nephew first!"

"Alright!"

Thinking of his nephew, He Mingyuan didn't dare delay and quickly led Ning Wangshu toward the dormitory...

A moment later.

Ning Wangshu followed He Mingyuan into the prefab house.

At that moment, quite a few people were gathered inside the prefab house. Seeing He Mingyuan arrive, one of them hurriedly said, "Old He, you're finally here. When will the ambulance get here? Wenbin's condition doesn't look right..."

He Mingyuan didn't answer but instead looked at Ning Wangshu.

Ning Wangshu glanced through the crowd at the young man lying unconscious on the bed. His face was dark, and a faint wisp of black qi was gathering between his brows. Ning Wangshu furrowed his brow.

"Wangshu, how is it? Can you handle it?"

Seeing Ning Wangshu frown, He Mingyuan's heart tightened, and he quickly asked.

Ning Wangshu relaxed his brow and smiled at He Mingyuan. "It's worse than I expected. Lucky for you, Uncle He, you ran into me today."

"Otherwise, your nephew probably wouldn't have lasted two days."

"What? That serious?"

He Mingyuan was startled.

Ning Wangshu nodded. "It's a bit serious. Your nephew isn't just suffering from evil energy entering his body—he's been directly possessed by an evil spirit."

"But with me here, it's no big problem."

"Possessed by an evil spirit?"

He Mingyuan was shocked again and quickly said, "Wangshu, then please save my nephew right away."

"My eldest sister only has this one son, and he came here to work with me. If anything happens to him, I won't have the face to see my sister again..."

"Don't worry, Uncle He."

Ning Wangshu smiled.

Listening to their conversation, the others present all showed looks of doubt.

One middle-aged man, wearing dress pants, a short-sleeved shirt, and a gold watch on his wrist—clearly not a worker—frowned and couldn't help saying, "He Mingyuan, who is this guy? And what's all this talk about evil spirits? You actually believe this kind of con artist nonsense?"

"Did you call 120 or not? Why hasn't it arrived yet? Get your nephew to the hospital quickly. If something really happens, the trouble will be huge—we might even get ordered to shut down."

"If I stop work for a day, the loss is no small amount. And if we delay the project schedule, we'll have to pay a huge penalty!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ning Wangshu glanced at He Mingyuan. "Uncle He, who is he?"

He Mingyuan quickly said, "Wangshu, this is our company's boss, Manager Zhang!"

Then he turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Manager Zhang, this is a nephew of mine. Since he says so, it shouldn't be false."

He paused, then added, "You know, recently many of our workmates at the site have been saying they feel weak and drained after waking up."

"I'm no exception. Didn't I take leave to go to the hospital before? That's when I ran into my nephew. He saw at a glance that I was infected by evil energy and directly helped me expel it."

"Look at me now—I'm basically not as weak as before. And I saw with my own eyes how he removed the evil energy, so I trust him!"

Hearing He Mingyuan's words, the others in the prefab house also turned to look at him. They noticed that his mental state was indeed much better than before.

At once, the workers began murmuring among themselves.

"Now that you mention it, Old He really doesn't look as weak as before. His complexion is clearly much better."

"Yeah, before, his face was sallow, even a bit dark. But now, that feeling is gone, and even his voice sounds full of energy."

"Could it be that we really have been infected by some evil energy, just like Old He said?"

As they talked, several workers who had also felt weak and tired recently wore uneasy expressions.

However, that "Manager Zhang" clearly didn't believe any of it. He said coldly, "He Mingyuan, stop spouting nonsense here. There's no such thing as evil spirits in this world!"

"Did you call 120 or not? Get your nephew to the hospital now! If something happens to him, you'll regret it too late!"

He Mingyuan opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and could only look at Ning Wangshu again.

Ning Wangshu glanced at Manager Zhang and said, "Manager Zhang, is it? Believe what I said or not, it's up to you. As for Uncle He's nephew, I can handle it in a few seconds—it won't delay anything."

"Still, I'd advise you—this construction site of yours... hehe, if you don't want a real death on your hands, you'd better shut it down now."

"If you don't solve the problem, I can't say when someone will die here, but it won't be long before every worker on this site starts dropping one after another!"

"You can think I'm crying wolf, but just look at the workers beside you—does a single one of them have a normal complexion?"

"I dare say, within a week, most of them will be 'laid low' by illness! Anyway, think it over yourself..."

With that, Ning Wangshu ignored whatever expression Manager Zhang wore and walked straight toward the young man lying on the bed.

The workers, however, seemed half-convinced by Ning Wangshu's words, exchanging uncertain glances with each other.

"Could Old He's nephew actually be telling the truth?"

"Hard to say. But seeing how much Old He trusts him, and since he's Old He's nephew... I think it's very likely true. Otherwise, no matter what, Old He wouldn't risk his own nephew!"

"Exactly. The key thing is, Old He really doesn't look as weak or sickly as before. And didn't his nephew say it'd only take a few seconds to fix his nephew's condition? Let's just watch and see."

"That's true. But he said most of us would fall ill within a week... I'm a bit worried. Anyway, I've been feeling really off these past few days, and all our faces do look pretty bad—not as bad as Old He's was, but not much better either..."

The workers grew increasingly uneasy.

Manager Zhang, hearing their murmurs, wore a sour expression. He stared at Ning Wangshu and sneered inwardly: Let's see what tricks you can pull, huh!

By now, Ning Wangshu had reached the bedside.

He extended one hand again, forming a Sword Finger, and a glimmer of spiritual light instantly appeared at his fingertip...

Seeing this, the workers on site, including Manager Zhang, froze, their eyes widening in disbelief as they stared at the light on Ning Wangshu's fingertip...