LRAB Chapter 1337 - 647:
Chapter 1337 - 647:
The priest rushed out of the bedroom without looking back, stumbling as he crossed the messy living room, yanking open the security door and fleeing in panic.
"Father, you can’t leave!"
Old Li’s desperate shout came from behind.
The priest paid him no mind, acting as if he hadn’t heard.
He quickly dashed into the hallway, wiping his face full of black water with his sleeve, bolting down the stairs three steps at a time.
Today’s encounter was truly terrifying. He intended to take a side job to make some extra money, but who would have thought he’d really run into a life-threatening Evil Ghost!
Thankfully, he ran fast enough. Not earning money was a small matter—saving his life was the most important!
His mind was in disarray, filled with the image of Li Jiajia’s grin stretched to her ears.
As he reached the corner platform between the third and second floors, he suddenly tripped, losing control and falling forward.
"Ouch!"
He exclaimed, grabbing wildly with his hands, about to fall flat on his face.
At that moment, a strong hand firmly grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.
The priest steadied himself, his heart still racing, and looked up.
Standing before him was a tall, handsome young man.
The young man was wearing a clean white shirt, frowning slightly as he looked at the priest.
"Are you alright?"
Fang Cheng released his grip, glancing over the priest’s face smeared with black filth and the cross hanging at his chest.
"I’m fine, fine."
The priest panted heavily, waving his hands repeatedly:
"Thank you, young man. Please make way,"
He thanked him incoherently, glancing back upstairs as if he had seen a ghost:
"Make way! Take my advice, don’t go up there, 304 has an Evil Ghost! It might eat people!"
With that, he held tightly onto his briefcase, slipped past Fang Cheng against the wall, and continued to dash downstairs.
His leather shoes clattered loudly on the steps, his retreating figure resembling a dog that had lost its home.
Fang Cheng stood still, slightly raising his brow, his nose filled with the strong putrid smell brushing off the priest.
He looked down at his right hand, which had just grabbed the priest’s shoulder.
In his palm was a sticky black liquid.
Annoyance flickered in Fang Cheng’s eyes, and a faint golden flame rose quietly from his fingertips.
In an instant, the filth burned to nonexistent ashes, without leaving even a wisp of smoke.
"Evil Ghost?"
Fang Cheng looked at the disappearing figure descending the stairs, shaking his head gently.
He turned around and continued ascending the stairs.
Upon reaching the third floor, he lifted his gaze to the door number on the right—304.
"This is the place."
He nodded to himself, confirming it was the right address.
The household’s brown security door was half-open, not tightly closed.
A strong smell of Chinese medicine, mixed with a nauseating stench, drifted out through the crack.
It was clear that the fleeing priest had just escaped from here.
From inside came faint sounds of a woman’s crying, hoarse curses, and the dull thud of something heavy hitting wood.
It seemed the family was experiencing a not-so-pleasant domestic disturbance.
Fang Cheng stepped forward, raised his hand, and knocked twice on the door with his index and middle fingers.
"Knock, knock."
The crisp knocking echoed through the hallway.
"Excuse me, is anyone home?"
Fang Cheng raised his voice, calling inside.
The crying inside paused.
Immediately afterward, hurried footsteps sounded from inside.
Then the door was pulled open, revealing a woman in casual home clothes with disheveled short hair standing at the entrance.
Her eyes were red and swollen, her face full of fatigue and anxiety, and she held a crumpled tissue that had wiped her tears.
At that moment, she looked up, her gaze landing on Fang Cheng’s tall figure standing outside the door.
Upon seeing his face clearly, her actions instantly froze.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she opened her mouth slightly:
"Fang Cheng?"
Ning Yue hesitated for two seconds, then quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice filled with surprise:
"How did you find this place?"
"I originally planned to go to your store to look at cars today. Your colleague said you had an emergency at home and took a long leave."
Fang Cheng replied steadily, his gaze passing over Ning Yue’s shoulder to scan the scene inside:
"I asked for your address, happened to pass by, and thought I’d see if I could help with anything."
Ning Yue followed Fang Cheng’s gaze over her shoulder. The filthy and messy living room suddenly hurt her eyes.
She instinctively clutched the tissue in her hand, her head lowered, voice tinged with embarrassment:
"The house is... really messy, sorry to let you see such a joke."
The old classmate stood brightly at the door, while she found herself in a mess of feathers and mud, the stark contrast making her cheeks burn with embarrassment.
"Jiajia, what’s wrong?!"
"Help! Somebody come quickly!"
Suddenly, a frantic cry exploded from inside the house.
Ning Yue shuddered all over, abruptly lifting her head:
"Dad, Mom!"
She thought to herself, "Not good," just as she was about to turn and run inside.
Whoosh—
A fierce gale abruptly whipped up from outside the door.
Accompanied by a sharp "bang," Ning Yue felt a tingling in her eardrums, her fringe being violently blown back by the wind.
The half-open security door was slammed against the wall by the wind, knocking off a large patch of white dust.
Fang Cheng, who had been standing in front of her, disappeared in an instant.
Ning Yue stood there, dumbfounded.
A full half-second passed before the sound of furniture colliding came from the inner room again.
She then jerked back to reality, stumbling into the hallway, and lunging toward the dim bedroom.
As she rushed through the door, the scene before her made Ning Yue’s legs go weak, her fingers gripping the door frame to barely hold herself upright.
She saw her father-in-law protecting her mother-in-law, who had collapsed on the ground, both of them huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.
Beside the single bed.
The four thick leather straps originally tied to the iron frame had been snapped cleanly, metal buckles scattered on the floor.
Li Jiajia was now suspended mid-air.
Fang Cheng grasped her neck single-handedly, his arm straight and extended, lifting her entire body effortlessly.
Under his control, Li Jiajia’s feet dangled off the ground, thrashing violently like a dying fish.
Her fingers clawed into hooks, frantically scratching at Fang Cheng’s arm.
Her sharp nails scraped across the fabric of Fang Cheng’s shirt, failing to even tear a single wrinkle, instead producing a sound like scratching on a steel plate.
"Fang Cheng... you..."
Ning Yue opened her mouth wide, feeling as if her throat was stuffed with cotton, half her words stuck in her throat and swallowed down again.
Her mind was spinning quickly, instantly realizing.
Jiajia was going crazy again.
And this time, her madness was even more thorough, even forcefully breaking free of the straps, wanting to bite someone.
If Fang Cheng hadn’t acted in time, her father-in-law and mother-in-law would likely have suffered misfortune.
Understanding this layer, Ning Yue focused her gaze on Fang Cheng again, her mind starting to buzz.
An adult weighing over a hundred pounds, in a frenzied state, was firmly held by him with just one hand.
The posture seemed far too relaxed, like lifting a small chicken waiting to be slaughtered at the market.
No matter how Li Jiajia struggled crazily, the extended arm did not flinch a bit.
Gazing at the scene before her, Ning Yue felt a strong sense of unfamiliarity deep in her heart.
Is this still the same slender high school classmate who used to sit behind her?
Fang Cheng casually flicked his wrist.
Bang!
Li Jiajia was thrown into the air, landing heavily back on the bed.
The old springs groaned in agony, and the iron bed frame shook violently a few times.
"You all get out first."
Fang Cheng didn’t look back, his gaze still locked on Li Jiajia, speaking in a deep voice.
Old Li swallowed hard, standing up by supporting the wall, his voice trembling:
"Ning Yue, who is this gentleman?"
"Dad, Mom, he’s my high school classmate, came especially to see me today."
Ning Yue hurriedly explained, then stepped forward to help her mother-in-law off the ground.
Fang Cheng continued calmly:
"I’ve learned some medical skills and can help cure her."
"However, my methods are somewhat special, and the process requires an absolutely quiet environment without disturbances, or else it may fail."
Upon hearing this, Old Li’s dim eyes instantly burst with light.
The sobbing wife beside him also came to her senses, staring at Fang Cheng with a face full of hope.
Ning Yue bit her lower lip, internally half-believing.
Even the experts from big hospitals and the priest who just fled couldn’t handle this strange illness, can Fang Cheng really cure it?
But looking at her sister-in-law on the bed, whose face was contorted, ready to go wild and bite someone at any moment, she could only grit her teeth.
In this situation, there was no other way, they could only try anything to save the situation.
"Okay, we’ll go out. Fang Cheng, be extra careful!"
Ning Yue pulled her parents-in-law out of the room, gently closing the door behind them.
"Click."
The sound of the latch popping in the room echoed.
The group stood nervously outside the door, not daring to even breathe.