Shen Le let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank heavens. Amitabha. He had finally done it, finally "invited" them inside-
Whether it was an "it" or a "they," male or female, he had packed the whole lot into the mansion model.
He extended his spiritual power again to sense the entire mansion. The place felt much cleaner now, its eerie atmosphere greatly diminished.
Picking up the measuring instrument supplied by the Special Affairs Bureau, he checked the bricks one by one. The fired Song Dynasty bricks and the unfired Ming Dynasty bricks showed essentially identical energy readings...
In other words, everyone who needed to move had moved. None were still squatting in the Ancient Residence.
The mansion had been cleaned out completely. The supernatural belonged to the supernatural, and ordinary people could have their ordinary world back.
Whether members of the Huang clan returned to worship their ancestors or outsiders came to sightsee-if the client was willing to open the place to the public-there probably wouldn't be any more incidents...
At the very least, no one would develop a red mark around their neck that crossed at the back and kept deepening, threatening to strangle them.
"Senior Martial Brother! What did you do?"
Sure enough, his phone rang right on cue. Entirely unsurprised, Shen Le answered. Junior Martial Sister Huang's voice was bright and clear, trembling with delight.
"Senior Martial Brother, the red ring around my neck is gone! It's finally gone! Thank you so much! Oh, right-now that you've dealt with those things, does that mean we can come back to work?"
"Uh..."
Shen Le hesitated. It wasn't that he didn't want to bring his junior martial brothers and sisters back to work. In fact, handling an entire ancient mansion alone was exhausting, not to mention lonely and