Before long, He Mingyuan hailed a cab and brought Ning Wangshu to the construction site where he worked.
As soon as he got out, Ning Wangshu sensed something. He looked up at the construction site in front of him and murmured, "I see!"
"No wonder evil spirits are causing trouble here. To them, this place really is a 'feng shui treasure trove'..."
At a glance, Ning Wangshu could tell that the site was a naturally occurring Yin Gathering Place.
It couldn't be called an auspicious lair of baleful energy, but it still offered considerable benefits to ordinary evil spirits and yin entities.
Hearing Ning Wangshu mutter to himself, He Mingyuan paused and asked curiously, "Wangshu, what did you mean by 'feng shui treasure trove'? What did you see?"
Ning Wangshu smiled, but didn't plan to explain. It would take more than a few words to make He Mingyuan understand, and he couldn't be bothered.
He said, "It's nothing, Uncle He. Let's go check on your nephew first."
"Right!"
Thinking of his nephew, He Mingyuan didn't dare delay. He hurriedly led Ning Wangshu toward the dormitory...
A short while later.
Ning Wangshu followed He Mingyuan into a temporary dormitory.
Quite a few people had gathered inside. Seeing He Mingyuan arrive, one of them hurriedly said, "Old He, you finally made it. When will the ambulance get here? Something's wrong with Wenbin..."
He Mingyuan didn't answer. Instead, he looked at Ning Wangshu.
Ning Wangshu peered through the crowd at the young man lying unconscious on the bed. The man's face was dark, and a wisp of black energy seemed to be gathering between his brows. Ning Wangshu frowned.
"Wangshu, how is he? Can you help?" Seeing him frown, He Mingyuan's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked.
Ning Wangshu's brow relaxed. He smiled at He Mingyuan and said, "It's worse than I expected. Luckily, you ran into me today, Uncle He."
"Otherwise, your nephew might not make it through the next two days."
"What? It's that serious?"
He Mingyuan was startled.
Ning Wangshu nodded. "It's pretty serious. Your nephew hasn't merely been invaded by evil energy. He's been possessed by an evil spirit."
"But with me here, it won't be a problem."
"Possessed by an evil spirit?"
He Mingyuan was shocked all over again. He hurriedly said, "Wangshu, then hurry and save my nephew."
"My eldest sister only has this one son, and he came here to work with me. If something happens to him, I won't be able to face my sister..."
"Don't worry, Uncle He."
Ning Wangshu smiled.
Hearing their conversation, the others present exchanged doubtful looks.
A middle-aged man wearing slacks and a short-sleeved shirt, with a gold watch on his wrist and clearly not a worker, frowned and couldn't help saying, "He Mingyuan, who is this? Why is he going on about evil spirits? You actually believe this kind of Jianghu charlatan nonsense?"
"Did you even call the ambulance? Why is it taking so long? Get your nephew to the hospital right away. If anything really happens to him, it'll be a huge problem. They might even order us to stop work."
"If we lose a day of work, it'll cost me a fortune. And if this delays the project, I'll have to pay an even bigger penalty!"
At the man's words, Ning Wangshu glanced at He Mingyuan. "Uncle He, who is he?"
He Mingyuan quickly explained, "Wangshu, this is Manager Zhang, the boss of our company!"
Then he hurriedly said to the middle-aged man, "Manager Zhang, this is my nephew. If he says so, there should be something to it."
After a pause, He Mingyuan added, "You know how a lot of the workers at the site have been saying they wake up feeling weak lately, like they've become terribly frail."
"I'm no exception. Didn't I ask you for time off to go to the hospital? That's when I ran into my nephew. He could tell at a glance that I'd been invaded by evil energy, and he immediately helped me dispel it."
"Look at me now. I don't look nearly as weak as I did before. I saw him dispel the evil energy with my own eyes, so I believe him!"
After hearing He Mingyuan, the others in the temporary dormitory turned to look at him. They could now see that he seemed much more energetic than before.
The workers began talking among themselves.
"You're right. Old He doesn't look as weak as he did before. His complexion is clearly much better."
"Yeah. Before, his face was sallow, even a little dark. Now he doesn't look that way at all, and his voice sounds full of strength."
"Could it be just like Old He said? Have we all been invaded by some kind of evil energy?"
As they talked, several workers who had also been feeling noticeably weak and drained lately looked uneasy.
But Manager Zhang clearly didn't believe any of it. He said coldly, "He Mingyuan, stop making things up. There's no such thing as evil spirits in this world!"
"Did you call the ambulance or not? Get your nephew to the hospital! If something really happens to him, it'll be too late to regret it!"
He Mingyuan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He could only look to Ning Wangshu again.
Ning Wangshu glanced at Manager Zhang and said, "That's right, Manager Zhang? Whether you believe what I said or not is up to you. As for Uncle He's nephew, I can take care of him in a few seconds. It won't delay anything."
"But I'll still give you some advice. This construction site... heh. If you don't want anyone to die, you'd better stop work immediately."
"If you don't fix the problem, it's hard to say when someone here might die. But before long, the workers on this site will start dropping one after another!"
"You can think I'm fearmongering, but take a look at the workers around you. Does any one of them look healthy?"
"I'd say that within a week, most of them will 'fall ill'! In any case, think it over carefully..."
With that, Ning Wangshu paid no attention to Manager Zhang's reaction and walked straight over to the young man lying on the bed.
The workers were clearly skeptical of Ning Wangshu's words. They looked at one another.
"Could what Old He's nephew said really be true?"
"Hard to say. Old He believes him, and he's Old He's nephew... I think there's a good chance it's true. Old He wouldn't risk his own nephew's life for nothing!"
"Yeah. The key is, Old He really doesn't look as weak or as washed-out as he did before. And didn't his nephew say he could take care of Old He's nephew in just a few seconds? We'll find out if we watch."
"That's true. But I'm worried about what he said—that most of us will fall ill within a week... I've definitely felt off these past few days, and everyone's complexion does look pretty bad. It's not as bad as Old He's was before, but it's not much better..."
The workers were all growing somewhat anxious.
Hearing them talk, Manager Zhang looked displeased. He watched Ning Wangshu and sneered inwardly. Let's see what kind of trick you can pull. Hmph!
By now, Ning Wangshu had reached the bedside.
As before, he extended one hand and held his fingers together in a Sword Finger. A gleam of spiritual light appeared at his fingertips...
At the sight, all the workers present—including Manager Zhang—froze. Their eyes widened as they stared at the spiritual light at Ning Wangshu's fingertips, unable to believe what they were seeing...