As they approached the school gate, Su Yuan spotted a familiar figure from afar.

Zhang Yang was holding an umbrella in one hand, dragging a huge urea bag behind him.

Su Yuan pulled Song Xiaoxia along as they hurried to catch up, calling out, "Zhang Yang!"

Hearing the shout, Zhang Yang turned around and his eyes lit up when he saw them. "Su Yuan, Song Xiaoxia, come help me!"

Su Yuan walked up to him, remembering that Zhang Yang had gone to find his third uncle to catch a ghost.

But now, looking around, there was only Zhang Yang. Su Yuan frowned and glanced at the urea bag on his back. "Where's your third uncle? Did you pack him in the bag?"

"Don't mention it," Zhang Yang said. "My third uncle said he got food poisoning and couldn't make it."

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Song Xiaoxia hadn't had much hope in his third uncle to begin with. "Maybe he heard there was a real ghost and got scared off..."

Zhang Yang laughed awkwardly, not entirely sure himself. "I guess... I hope not."

Regardless, his third uncle's pale face couldn't be faked. Whether it was really food poisoning or fear, who knew?

Seeing the disappointment on their faces, Zhang Yang quickly patted the urea bag behind him. "Even though my third uncle didn't come, I got a bunch of ghost-repelling tools from him!"

"Tools?"

Zhang Yang untied the rope around the urea bag and opened it.

Su Yuan had expected him to pull out some impressive, shiny tools.

But instead...

Zhang Yang pulled out a 1500ml bottle of Nongfu Spring water and handed it to Su Yuan.

Su Yuan took the bottle, frowning at the orange-yellow bubbling liquid inside. "What is this?"

"Boy's urine!" Zhang Yang said proudly.

"Clang—"

Su Yuan's hand slipped, and the bottle fell to the ground.

"Damn!" Zhang Yang exclaimed, quickly bending down to pick it up, inspecting it like a treasure.

"Can you be more careful? You have no idea how hard it was to collect this much."

Relieved to find the bottle intact, Zhang Yang sighed. "Good thing the bottle's sturdy."

Song Xiaoxia stepped back five meters, covering her nose in disgust. "What's the use of that?"

Su Yuan wiped his hands vigorously on Zhang Yang's clothes, frowning. "Is this yours or your third uncle's? It's a bit unsettling."

"Screw you!" Zhang Yang shook off Su Yuan's hand. "I gathered it from nearby kids, it was a huge effort."

Then he turned to answer Song Xiaoxia, "My third uncle said boy's urine is full of yang energy, usually used to ward off evil spirits and protect homes. It has a restraining effect on malevolent entities... It's often used in movies, too."

Song Xiaoxia's face was full of disbelief.

While Zhang Yang explained, he continued pulling things out of the bag.

"This is black dog's blood."

"Glutinous rice."

"A peachwood pixiu."

"And..."

He took out everything that was well-known in folklore for restraining evil.

Finally, he pulled out a large stack of yellow talisman paper. "These are fire talismans, evil-repelling talismans, curse-banishing talismans drawn by my third uncle. They're usually sold at sky-high prices, but he gave them to me at wholesale today."

"That's it?" Su Yuan looked a bit disappointed.

"What else do you want?" Zhang Yang said. "The Mixed Sky Silk and Universe Ring? If you had those, you wouldn't be catching ghosts, you'd be hunting dragon tendons. Stop with the sarcasm and help me carry this."

Su Yuan and Song Xiaoxia exchanged a glance and nodded helplessly.

In this situation, having something was better than nothing.

Su Yuan and Zhang Yang each lifted one end of the urea bag, while Song Xiaoxia held the umbrella for them, and the three slowly made their way into the school.

By the time they reached the classroom, there were less than five minutes left before class started.

As they entered the classroom, Zhou Yulong immediately approached. "Su Yuan, how did it go?"

Su Yuan knew he was asking about the visit to Mao Houwang's home and shook his head. "No progress."

It wasn't that he didn't want to say more.

The atmosphere in the classroom was just too oppressive; speaking out would only cause panic.

"I see..." Zhou Yulong looked disappointed. "We didn't have much luck either. Although the police didn't kick us out because of Qi Yinhong's connections, I don't think they took it seriously. They probably think we're crazy..."

"That's normal." Su Yuan wasn't surprised. "I'd think you're crazy too."

There are supposed to be government agencies that handle supernatural incidents, but that's just a hypothesis.

Even if they exist, the police are likely just as unaware as ordinary people.

Because those who know about the supernatural are likely to get involved in it.

Hopefully, they can at least record and report the situation here...

Compared to Su Yuan and Zhou Yulong's group, the classmates were more eager to see Zhang Yang.

After all, the title of Celestial Master's Heir was quite impressive!

A large crowd gathered around Zhang Yang's desk, eager to see the treasures in his urea bag.

Lin Yuan held the peachwood pixiu in his hand, examining it closely under the light. "Is this a lion?"

"Idiot." Qi Yinhong snatched it away. "It's a pixiu! It's known for warding off evil, and this one's made of peachwood. I've seen them in Taoist temples."

"Is this red stuff black dog's blood? I've seen in movies that when it's splashed on fierce ghosts, it sizzles and smokes."

"And glutinous rice too, sprinkle it on the ground and fierce ghosts can't approach."

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang stood proudly in the center of the crowd, showing off the steaming bottle of boy's urine.

Before today, none of the classmates believed in these supernatural things.

Even if they talked about them, they'd be laughed at as feudal superstitions.

But now, everyone was in agreement about Zhang Yang's "evil-repelling treasures."

It provided a certain psychological comfort, to be honest.

Of course.

There were always exceptions.

Ye Haoyu frowned as he flipped through a stack of yellow talisman paper, then disdainfully tossed it back into the urea bag. "These look like they were bought wholesale for five bucks a hundred."

Just then, the class bell rang.

Everyone hurried back to their seats, eyes fixed on the blackboard.

But after sitting in silence for over ten minutes, nothing unusual appeared on the blackboard.

A student named Wu Wentao exclaimed excitedly, "Could it be that my prayers worked? The bloody writing won't appear anymore?"

The others weren't as optimistic.

"Probably not so soon," Zhou Yulong said. "Didn't the bloody writing appear during the last class yesterday?"

"Yeah!" a classmate agreed. "And I remember it showed up right after we finished answering questions, just as class ended."

Zhou Yulong nodded, arms crossed. "Then today should be about the same..."

"So are we just going to sit here and wait until the last class?" Zhou Chang asked, his face pale.

A student named Tian Yu sneered, "Do you have a better idea?"

Zhou Chang shook his head in silence.

"Then let's wait," Tian Yu said, arms crossed. "Or... if you're in the mood, you could play on your phone or a game of Go like usual."