The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: Chapter 71: With such a Protective Jade Token, who needs a master?

Chapter 71 -71: With such a Protective Jade Token, who needs a master?

The master spoke with a serious tone, making Josiah Garrison’s heart tighten.

As expected, it was a ghost!

“Master, do you have a way to… deal with it?”

Before the other could respond, Josiah added, “Rest assured, Master, if you’re willing to help, the compensation will be more than fair.”

The middle-aged master in a Taoist robe smiled slightly at the words, “In that case, I’ll give it my best shot.”

Saying this, he set up the array, prepared the altar, and began casting spells with full force.

Josiah had seen real masters before.

That day at the hospital, seeing Scarlett Jennings in action, he felt she had real skills.

But after the incident with the recording being exposed, he couldn’t bring himself to seek her out again.

Watching the master draw a talisman, which flew to the center of the bed, Josiah felt a rush of joy, thinking the female ghost would soon be dealt with.

However, the next second, the room’s temperature suddenly plummeted, and the flying talisman paper burst into flames mid-air.

Before he could ask, the master beside him turned pale and hastily threw out two more talisman papers.

The talisman papers rapidly burned to ashes mid-air once again.

The master, initially with a sage-like demeanor, now lost his composure and even shouted at Josiah,

“There are not just one evil spirits in this mansion? Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”

Had he known it would be this troublesome, he would not have willingly involved himself.

Now, he had angered the fierce ghost residing in this mansion with his actions!

“Quick, let’s go.”

The master said, pulling Josiah to escape.

Although Josiah was bewildered, he understood that this master was unreliable.

The two rushed to the door, but just as they approached, the room’s door suddenly slammed shut.

At the same time, Josiah felt something firmly grasp his feet, rendering him immobile.

Out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a familiar silhouette appear by the bed again.

At that moment, the figure slowly turned as if approaching him.

Josiah’s heart leapt to his throat, and he breathed rapidly.

Seeing the female ghost getting closer, her ghastly white hand slowly reached for his neck.

Eyes wide, Josiah felt as if he would die here today.

Just then, the room’s door was knocked on from outside, followed by Timothy Garrison’s voice.

“Josiah? Are you in the room?”

Josiah felt a jolt of joy and instinctively opened his mouth to call for help; the next second, he felt a cold hand suddenly cover his mouth from behind.

A chilling, penetrating cold surged from his soles, leaving him rigid, unable to utter a word.

Josiah had never felt such terror as he did now, eyes bloodshot yet his features disturbingly sharp.

He felt something cold press against his back.

Josiah trembled violently; tears uncontrollably streamed down, and he wanted to scream for help, but he couldn’t.

At this life-threatening moment, the master next to him suddenly slashed his fingertip, flinging his arm to scatter the blood pearls, two of which landed on Josiah’s face.

He heard a scream in his ear.

The icy hand covering his mouth immediately withdrew, and in this critical moment, Josiah shouted towards the door,

“Dad! Help me!”