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Chapter 383 - The Beginning and End of the Matter Let's See the Ghosts

Jiang Hao had no objections to his father's decision.

Meanwhile, Jiang’s mother was intently staring at the table.

On it, the poem Jiang Hao had just penned somehow transferred from the paper, leaving an imprint on the table itself.

To the uninformed, it might seem as though Jiang Hao had etched it directly onto the wood!

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Subsequently, Jiang Hao, drawing upon his knowledge of Confucianism and Taoism, composed three more gentle verses and presented them to his father.

Jiang’s father displayed these three pieces of calligraphy in the master bedroom he shared with his wife, as well as in the bedrooms of Jiang Zixuan and Jiang Hao.

The summer nights were fleeting, and dawn broke early, around four or five in the morning.

Just past five, Lao Wang was on the phone again, sobbing.

”Brother Jiang, there's a ghost in my house. I'm too scared to return. I'm at the Xin Yu Hotel. Please, I need your help!”

With daylight upon them, Jiang’s father felt reassured, especially since he had Jiang Hao's freshly written calligraphy and painting in hand.

Still, he sought Jiang Hao's input before proceeding.

Jiang Hao was curious to see what a ghost looked like and was eager to test whether his scholarly talents could vanquish such a spirit.

With a successful outcome, he would be better prepared for the profound changes of the approaching new era.

Jiang Hao had intended to investigate alone, but his father would not hear of him taking such a risk.

So, armed with the very first piece of calligraphy Jiang Hao had crafted, Jiang’s father, fully prepared, joined his son to meet Lao Wang.

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In a hotel room, Jiang Weiping sat to one side while a middle-aged man, overcome with emotion, knelt before Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao had wanted Lao Wang to take him to his house for a look.

But Lao Wang, terrified out of his mind, wouldn't dare return.

With no other choice, Jiang Hao revealed the truth: the words he carried were his own creation.

He warned Lao Wang that if he didn't cooperate, he would retract the words.

Upon hearing this, Lao Wang clung to them like a lifeline.

“Hao Hao, please save me!”

Jiang Hao lifted Lao Wang to his feet, responding with a mix of resignation and compassion.

“Uncle Wang, without seeing it for myself, I won't understand what's happening. How can I possibly help you?”

“Besides, it's nearly broad daylight. Those unclean entities won't dare show themselves now!”

Lao Wang listened and seemed to find Jiang Hao's reasoning solid.

After much deliberation, he finally made up his mind, clenched his teeth, and consented.

“Fine, I'll take you there!”

“But you have to promise to help me!”

Jiang Hao reassured him.

“Help, of course, I'll help! If I can, I definitely will!”

With that, the trio, guided by Lao Wang, made their way to his suburban villa.

Upon entering, Jiang's father promptly displayed Jiang Hao's calligraphy, ready for what may come.

Lao Wang, too, held onto the framed piece. As the door swung open, Jiang Hao was unfazed, but his father kept him shielded behind.

They cautiously stepped into the villa, yet all was quiet—no sign of disturbance.

Jiang's father and Lao Wang could finally ease the tension they'd been holding.

Still, they kept their calligraphy and paintings at the ready.

Once inside the main hall, Lao Wang began to recount his tale.

“Thank goodness, my wife and child went to her mother's a few days ago, leaving me alone in the house!”

“Last night, after having a few drinks, I came home and fell straight to sleep. But I woke up parched in the middle of the night and headed here to grab a glass of water.”

“That's when I saw it—a white apparition drifting in through the window!”

At this point, Lao Wang stole a glance at the window, then swiftly averted his gaze, shuddering as if haunted by the memory.

“I was petrified, frozen in place, too afraid to utter a sound!”

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