\nNing Shu said, “The problem probably originated from a person. Maybe it was the staff that drew the ghost.”
Ning Shu went upstairs to see Xie Yiyuan. Xie Yiyuan had woken up by now, and he lay on the bed, blinking his eyes. When he saw Ning Shu, he was taken aback for a moment before saying, “Help me. I want to go to the toilet.”
“How could you ask the Daoist master to help you go to the toilet?” Xie Weiming came in and helped his son to the bathroom.
Ning Shu looked at Xie Yiyuan, who was lying in bed again, and asked, “How’s your body feeling?”
“It hurts all over.” Xie Yiyuan felt like he had been beaten up so furiously that even his bones ached.