Hades Crown Prince

9.forced to operate

Uncle Bi's house was an independent mansion with a massive courtyard—just walking across it took five to six minutes. The sudden visit of Chen Buqi had the entire family (except Bi Sheng himself) waiting at the entrance in anticipation.

“Master Chen, welcome!” Uncle Bi was overjoyed and rushed forward to shake his hand.

Earlier that evening, he was preparing to comfort his son with his wife when he suddenly received a call from Bi Jia informing him of Chen’s arrival. The news had him so thrilled that he told Old Bi to drive slowly and carefully, repeatedly emphasizing safety over haste.

“I’m not some master, just call me Xiao Chen,” Chen Buqi replied awkwardly.

“Huh?” The whole family froze and turned to Old Bi, who quickly nodded in confirmation.

“Alright, Xiao Chen it is. Would you like to come inside and rest for a while?” Uncle Bi eagerly pulled on Chen’s hand, afraid he might run off if not held tightly.

“No need, no need. Just take me to see your son,” Chen replied, feeling odd being tugged by another man.

Surrounded by Uncle Bi’s family, Chen was soon led to Bi Sheng’s east wing. His bedroom was a spacious single-level building, probably over 100 square meters, with dark tiles, double doors, and thick curtains covering the windows. Even from outside, in the heat of summer, an eerie chill seeped through.

Standing at the door, Chen kept calculating with his fingers, his brows furrowed tightly.

“Damn it, why can’t I figure this out?” Chen, a half-baked Taoist, was internally panicking.

Meanwhile, the Bi family stared at him admiringly—this looked professional to them.

Glancing at the expectant crowd behind him, Chen had no choice but to brave it. “I’m going in alone. Wait here,” he instructed before pushing open the doors.

The large brown doors slowly shut behind him as he tiptoed into the vast, pitch-dark room.

“Damn, I should’ve brought a flashlight,” he cursed silently.

As he felt his way along the wall, his hand suddenly landed on something soft and cold. Startled, curiosity got the better of him and he squeezed again—very springy.

“Had enough touching?” came a hoarse female voice.

Chen froze. His left hand was still clutching the soft object. The room lights flickered on dimly, revealing a woman in red with long, disheveled hair standing motionless before him—his hand still gripping her chest.

“Can’t see, can’t see…” Chen mumbled and tried to walk past her toward a middle-aged man sitting silently at the end of the bed.

“Still pretending, huh, little Taoist? Touching and denying it?” The red-clad woman suddenly jumped on Chen’s back, her pale arms draping over his chest.

“Damn you!” Terrified, Chen executed an over-the-shoulder throw and sent her flying.

“ROAR—” Bi Sheng, who had been sitting still, suddenly lunged at Chen like a mad beast.

“HELP!” Chen screamed and dashed toward the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bi Sheng’s mouth let out an elderly, raspy voice.

“Open the door!” Chen kicked at the door frantically, but it wouldn’t budge. Outside, Uncle Bi and the family waited patiently, hearing nothing from inside.

“I’ll strangle you!” Four ghostly hands—two from the red-clad woman and two from Bi Sheng—gripped Chen’s neck tightly, causing him to choke and gag.

“To hell with this!” Desperate, Chen threw punches wildly, sending the woman staggering back and even knocking Bi Sheng away.

From the wall came another eerie laugh—another red-dressed ghost clung to it, watching him.

“What the hell, how many ghosts are in here?!” Chen ran and tried to leap through the window—but bounced right off. The glass didn’t even crack.

Groaning in pain on the floor, Chen saw the two ghosts and Bi Sheng closing in, sneering.

Clenching his teeth, he stood and pulled a whip from his waist. “Let’s do this!”

Cracking the whip through the air, sparks flew, and the powerful energy forced the ghosts to halt, watching him cautiously.

“Open the door and let me out—or we fight to the death!” Chen spun the whip over his head. “GET LOST!” he shouted.

Suddenly, the door burst open. The Bi family saw Chen running out, whip in hand, like a madman.

Just as they were about to ask how it went, they saw Bi Sheng at the door, giving a sinister grin before slowly closing the doors again. The younger generation nearly peed themselves in fear.

“Your son’s possessed! And not by one ghost—three!” Chen downed a glass of cold water before calming down.

“What?! Master Chen, what do we do?!” Uncle Bi and his wife were desperate.

“What do you do? Find someone stronger than me. I can’t handle this,” Chen said bluntly.

“Please, Master Chen! We’ve tried everything. No one could help in two years. You’re the only one who saw through it!”

“What? That’s impossible!” Chen was stunned.

This wasn’t an ordinary haunting. Even powerful monks or Taoists couldn’t detect it due to a large formation hidden within the house—set by someone truly formidable backing these female ghosts.

The ghosts had been shocked Chen even touched them—how did a weak Taoist like him force them to appear?

Realizing this was no simple job, Chen looked at the sincere Bi family and said, “I won’t do anything tonight. I’ll come back tomorrow morning,” then walked out, giving them no time to respond.

Old Bi followed and drove him home. They didn’t exchange a single word.

Once back at his apartment, Chen saw Yu Fatty grinning on the couch.

“You’re back, bro!”

“Get lost!” Chen snapped, heading to his room.

“Wait, bro! I gotta tell you about He Hui!”

“I don’t want to hear it!”

“Come on, bro, just lend me some money…” Yu Fatty looked pitiful.

“Money? Didn’t I give you all of it?”

“He Hui’s situation is… complicated. I gave it all to her,” Yu Fatty replied awkwardly.

“What?! All of it?! What are we gonna eat now, huh?!”

“I’m begging you, bro. This is the first girl I’ve ever liked!”

“Fatty, she’s a scammer, man! You don’t see it?”

“She’s not! Please, just believe me once!”

“Damn it… how much does she want?”

“Not much, just… 100,000 yuan!”

“WHAT?! You might as well sell me!”

Chen collapsed to the ground in disbelief.

After a long silence, he finally looked up. “Don’t call me bro anymore. I call you bro now! 100,000?! Even if I sold blood, it wouldn’t be enough!”

“I’ll ask my parents for some. The rest… we can work in a factory together,” Yu Fatty mumbled.

“Listen, if it’s just about sleeping with her, why don’t you ask how much for one night? If the price is fair, I’ll go sell blood to make your dream come true!”

“She’s a virgin, bro!”

“If she’s a virgin, then there’s no such thing as virgins anymore! Don’t you trust my judgment?”

“I don’t!”

“…You damn fool! I’ll kill you!” Chen roared.

After arguing all night, they finally reached a compromise. Yu Fatty would ask He Hui if she’d sleep with him for 5,000 yuan. If she agreed, Chen would exorcise the ghosts at Bi Sheng’s house the next day to earn that money—for Fatty’s “romantic dream.”