Chen Miao frowned at Yang Jiuhua. Regardless of whether a ghost was haunting him, something was clearly wrong with his current condition.
After looking around, Chen Miao went to buy a bottle of water and asked the shopkeeper for a disposable paper cup.
"Here, hold this."
Chen Miao handed the paper cup to Yang Jiuhua, whose eyes, half closed with exhaustion, held a hint of confusion.
"Chen Miao, I'm not thirsty."
Ignoring him, Chen Miao took out a Yin-Dispelling Talisman and asked, "Do you have a lighter?"
"Yes."
Taking Yang Jiuhua's lighter, Chen Miao lit the talisman in his hand and let the ashes fall into the cup of water.
"Stir it with your finger, then drink it."
Yang Jiuhua stared at the cup of water mixed with ashes, momentarily stunned.
Then he glanced at Chen Miao again. Without hesitating, he shut his eyes and downed the water in one gulp!
As he swallowed, Chen Miao sensed a cold, sinister aura dissipating from Yang Jiuhua's body.
Yang Jiuhua stared at the cup in his hand in astonishment.
"Chen Miao, this... this water was warm going down!"
Chen Miao shook his head.
"The water wasn't warm. There was too much yin energy in your body. Drinking that drove it out, so naturally you felt warmer."
At Chen Miao's explanation, Yang Jiuhua's face, which had only just regained a little color, suddenly turned pale again.
"Chen Miao, are you saying there's still a ghost on me?"
"No. It's just that when they latched onto you last night, they left some yin energy in your body. If you hadn't left and had spent another few days lying in that graveyard, you probably wouldn't even have had the strength to come here."
As Chen Miao spoke, he walked toward his car.
Yang Jiuhua hurried