The Crazy Son-In-Law

The weather was freezing cold, and they had been there for nearly three hours. Song Linger was doing fine, as she could harness her energy flow and not feel too exhausted. Zhu Que, on the other hand, was visibly shivering. The girl was still wearing the trench coat from when Xiao Shun first saw her, with a thin, tight leather jacket underneath.

“Forget it, let’s call it a night and go back. Linger is right; we have plenty of time in the future,” Xiao Shun said, rubbing the corner of his eye, feeling a bit disappointed.

After saying that, he took the lead towards the front door, with Song Linger and Zhu Que following closely behind. As they reached the front courtyard, a soft, serene moonlight filled the ground. Xiao Shun subconsciously looked up and suddenly stopped, grinning.

“Let’s go back!”

As the clouds dispersed, the crisp moonlight showered the Sikong residence. Xiao Shun immediately sensed the nearby energy source. As for the reason, it was probably because the spirit took the opportunity to absorb the moon’s energy, and he caught it right in the act. He quickly led Song Linger and Zhu Que back.

Soon, they found the old elm tree in the backyard.

“This is it.”

From a distance, he stared at the old elm tree, which twisted like a demonic claw stretching out from the ground. The three of them approached the tree, and Xiao Shun circled around it twice.

“Is there anything special about it?” Zhu Que asked.

“This is a garden, and it’s full of green plants and flowers. This old tree looks so out of place; it’s clearly ruining the aesthetics of this place. Am I right, Master?” Song Linger suddenly analyzed with great interest.

Xiao Shun didn’t bother with her peculiar train of thought. He pulled a red ball of yarn from his pocket. Recently, Liu Yunxiang had been knitting sweaters at home in her spare time, and he had taken a ball of yarn with him when he left. He casually tied knots around the surrounding plants and fence while saying, “Zhu Que, find a shooting spot. When you see something, just hold down the trigger and don’t let go.”

“Boss, this is a sniper rifle,” Zhu Que said with some difficulty.

This girl was the complete opposite of Song Linger. Her mind didn’t have twists and turns; it was straightforward. So, holding down the sniper rifle’s trigger without letting go was clearly beyond her capabilities.

“Just fire a few shots then,” Xiao Shun said, covering his forehead.

Zhu Que nodded and took advantage of the moonlight to survey her surroundings. She crouched down next to a rockery on the side of the flower bed, opened the case, took out the sniper rifle, and made some adjustments. Then, she spoke up, “There isn’t enough light for shooting.”

“The target should be clear enough; just don’t shoot at me.”

“Oh.”

Upon hearing that something might come out soon, Song Linger immediately shrank her neck and slipped to Xiao Shun’s side. Humans are inherently afraid of the unknown, especially when the place is somewhat gloomy and desolate.

“What… what am I supposed to do later?”

Xiao Shun glanced at her, “Just hide behind me later.”

“Ah, that doesn’t sound quite right, does it?” Song Linger said.

“Come on, move aside, don’t stand in the way,” Xiao Shun pushed her away from him.

Song Linger’s reaction reminded him of himself when he had just started following his master. However, his master wasn’t as kind as he was now. At least, his master would first throw him into a fight with those spirits.

“Master, what are you doing?” Song Linger asked, following behind him.

“This is called a Spirit Trap, specifically used to capture spirits,” Xiao Shun said casually.

The Spirit Trap was an introductory formation his master taught him. He had used it countless times and was well-versed in it.

“Spirit Trap? Spirits?” Song Linger didn’t understand.

“It’s for catching ghosts.”

At this point, Zhu Que unexpectedly chimed in, and then muttered, “Shooting ghosts with a sniper rifle, boss, you are very creative.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Ah?” Song Linger swallowed nervously.

“Don’t listen to Zhu Que’s nonsense. The spirits I’m talking about are not ghosts. You can think of them as a form of energy that has accumulated and solidified over a long period of time. This energy can even develop spiritual intelligence and possess a certain level of intelligence. However, in the current environment, even if they are spirits, their spiritual intelligence generally isn’t very high.

Of course, it is possible for spirits that have existed for thousands or even millions of years to have high spiritual intelligence,” Xiao Shun explained.

He didn’t know whether ghosts existed in the world, but in his twenty-plus years of life, he had never seen any. He had asked his master, who also said that he had never seen any. As for spirits like these, he and his master had encountered quite a few during their travels.

“Don’t be afraid; I’m here. I brought Zhu Que just in case, but it’s not actually that dangerous,” Xiao Shun confidently said.

“Does this Spirit Trap really work?”

Song Linger touched the yarn, confirming it was just ordinary yarn, and felt increasingly uneasy.

At that moment, shouldn’t her master have taken out a peachwood sword or shown a few exorcism talismans or something? This thing seemed completely unreliable.

“Don’t worry. Sometimes when the conditions don’t allow us to prepare as much as we’d like, we can just draw a symbol on the ground with a tree branch, and that’s enough,” said Xiao Shun confidently. He didn’t know if it was right or wrong, but that was how his master had done it.

“Oh,” Song Linger looked at his confident expression and reluctantly half-believed him, nodding her head.

After about twenty minutes of tinkering, they finally completed a Spirit Trap.

“Rise!”

As he directed Song Linger to step back a bit, Xiao Shun pressed his finger on a knot and transferred his energy into it. The knot functioned as a node, with the energy spreading to nearby nodes. In a moment, a circle faintly glowing blue in the moonlight appeared before their eyes.

Xiao Shun smiled contentedly, “Job well done.”

Song Linger asked, “What now?”

“We wait. This Spirit Trap will attract the nearby spirits.”

“Master, you’re so amazing…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the ground seemed to tremble slightly. Both of them instinctively stepped back and tensed up, especially Song Linger, who was facing a so-called spirit for the first time, and was even more nervous.

Meanwhile, Zhu Que was hiding behind a rockery next to the flowerbed, holding her breath and carefully searching for their target.

This commotion was a bit too much, Xiao Shun thought to himself.

Another tremor followed.

“Master, it looks like the tree moved,” Song Linger whispered from behind Xiao Shun.

“I see it.”

Xiao Shun secretly gathered his energy to protect them both, squinting his eyes and remaining on guard.

He felt that something was off. In theory, even the spirits born from ancient trees deep in the mountains and forests wouldn’t make such a fuss, let alone in a city with scarce energy.

Boom!

Suddenly, the old elm tree seemed to come to life. Its dark, cracked trunk shook violently, and countless twisted roots burst from the ground as if enraged, wildly sweeping in all directions.