Spirit Suppressor (Thanks to "All My Life, I've Lacked Your Understanding")

Old Ma looked at the clerk who had suddenly questioned him and said, "Third Master, is there trouble at home? Do you need to hire a Spirit Suppressor?

"There are plenty of people in this county who can serve as Spirit Suppressors, from all walks of life. But if I may be so bold, someone whose fate is too strong might be a poor choice."

Old Ma wasn't being nosy or picking a fight with the criminal affairs clerk.

Though they both worked at the same yamen, the gulf between their positions was enormous.

No matter how capable Old Ma was, he wasn't even a clerk.

Still, he had no choice. This was something he had to ask about beforehand.

If something really went wrong, he wouldn't be able to wash his hands of it.

A Spirit Suppressor was much like a Spirit-Bait. Both dealt with sinister, uncanny matters. The difference lay in their roles: one drew trouble in, while the other held it down.

Old Ma already had someone in mind for Third Master Wang's request.

In the past, he might have hesitated. Now, there was only one person.

When it came to a strong fate, no one else in the county came close.

But he hadn't explained why.

Old Ma truly didn't dare reveal the whole truth.

He feared that man's fate was so strong it might bring misfortune to the family that hired him.

Third Master Wang, the clerk in question, didn't take offense at Old Ma's words.

He was unlike his dead colleague, the Flaming Monkey of the Qian Family.

Third Master Wang was relatively kind and good-tempered.

Of course, anyone who truly crossed him would discover he could be ruthless too.

He understood Old Ma's concern and said unhurriedly, "Don't worry. I won't give you