Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 446 Ghost Catcher 7

Yun Chu's movements seemed slow, but in reality they were swift. He took one step and arrived in front of the half-frozen evil spirit, still struggling in its death throes. His icy fingertips precisely touched the ghost's pupils, frozen by ice crystals!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no radiant energy.

There was only absolute silence.

With Yun Chu's fingertips as the center, the condensed body of the evil ghost and the surging black mist were like a drop of clean water falling into an ink pool, instantly dissolving, fading, and returning to formlessness.

Like a wiped-off stain, along with the gray ice crystals covering it, it silently dissipated into the air.

Not even a trace of breath or a trace of residual thought was left, as if it had never existed.

The blood-red ice on the Ghost Demon Bell instantly faded, transforming back into grayish-white frost patterns. The bell uttered a tired whistle and fell obediently back to Yun Chu's waist.

The cold and gloomy air that had gathered at the stairwell and in the corridor quickly dissipated like the tide.

The frost and black spots on the west door completely disappeared, and the door panel returned to its ordinary old wood color, but a few tiny cracks spreading like spider webs remained.

The moonlight finally struggled to penetrate the dust of another broken window on the second floor and shone obliquely into the corridor.

The light was still cool, but it no longer carried the eerie and sticky feeling that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Dust fell silently.

Yun Chu withdrew his hand, his fingertips feeling slightly cold.

Yun Chu didn't look at the door again, nor did he pay attention to the slight echo in the air.

She just stood quietly in the darkness cut by the moonlight, like the only silent rock in the center of the storm.

The chirping of insects outside the window began to rise quietly at some point, faint and intermittent, like the sobs of a newborn baby, cautiously testing the old house that had suddenly become empty and silent.

A thin breeze, carrying the faint scent of summer grass and trees, timidly penetrated the gap in the window frame for the first time and brushed across the cool silver cloud pattern on her Taoist robe.

This den of ghosts finally fell silent tonight.

The dawn light dispelled the last of the haze in the western suburbs.

The traces of last night's thrilling battle, along with the ghostly aura and dust, had vanished with Yun Chu's spells.

Although the skeleton of the former Qixia Residence remains, its interior has been completely cleansed, leaving only the old marks left by time on the wooden stairs, carved door panels and crystal chandeliers.

There was no longer any smell of decay and chill in the air, replaced by the unique smell of damp earth and rotten wood warmed by the sun in the summer morning.

The whole villa is like an old gentleman who has been sleeping for too long and finally woke up, with the silence after being tired, waiting to be dressed up again.

The sunlight shines through the remaining stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Yun Chu stood in the middle of the empty hallway, his eyes slowly scanning the surroundings.

The tattered carpet, the dusty crystal chandelier, the peeling wallpaper... In her eyes, all of these are no longer the eerie and strange things of yesterday, but "old things" waiting to be dismantled.

She didn't linger for long, turning around and pushing open the heavy door. The door knocker, which had been rusted yesterday, now opened and closed smoothly under the spell.

Suburban Materials Market

The large building materials market in the suburbs, far away from the city center, is noisy and busy.

The air was filled with a mixed smell of sawdust, lime, paint and metal. The huge roller shutter door was open, and forklifts and handcarts were shuttling through it.

The sounds of shouting, chainsaws and bargaining are endless.

Yun Chu's presence here seemed somewhat out of place. Her Taoist robe (a new one) stood out among the burly men in work clothes and the dusty laborers. Her calm and composed demeanor was a stark contrast to the bustling surroundings.

However, when her clear eyes swept across the stall materials, they were examined with precision, as if she had already drawn up a blueprint for the renovation of every corner of the villa in her mind.

She didn't say much and went straight to the point:

Strong and thick logs (used to repair rotten stairs, floors and window frames), high-quality cement (needed for repairing brick-concrete structures), large rolls of waterproof felt (roof and basement waterproofing), bundles of various types of steel bars (structural reinforcement), and large quantities of blue bricks (exterior wall repairs).

Several rolls of thick light yellow and off-white wall coverings (to cover the old and peeling walls and restore the elegant tones), several barrels of clear oil and tung oil (to maintain the repaired wooden components), various Western retro-style copper hinges, handles and hardware (to replace the old rusted and damaged ones), and large pieces of cut stained glass that can repair the original stained glass windows (carefully wrapped in straw).

She also carefully inquired about several new adhesives that could strengthen the structure and special potions that could prevent insects and decay.

She also picked out a set of sturdy and handy masonry and carpentry tools, including a long-handled shovel, a putty knife, a manual wire saw, a level, hammers and chisels of various sizes, and sandpaper.

She purchased these large and heavy materials in an orderly manner.

When a stall owner was troubled by the transportation of these piles of materials, Yun Chu simply said, "Someone will come to take care of it," and said no more.

The space in her sleeves seemed to have become an invisible warehouse entrance. The purchased wooden boards, blue bricks, tool packages... with a barely perceptible glimmer of light from her fingertips, they were pulled by an invisible force and disappeared into her wide sleeves.

Although people in the market were a little surprised to see the pile of materials disappear, in such a busy place, they just thought that they had hired laborers to move them away in a timely manner and did not investigate further.

As the sun rose higher, Yun Chu returned to the still quiet villa with all the supplies he had "purchased".

The sun shone unobstructed into the courtyard, and yesterday's gloom was gone, leaving only desolate emptiness and a little bit of decayed beauty.

She didn't start immediately. Instead, she stood in the center of the courtyard, closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, then lightly tapped the three ghost bells at her waist that had temporarily quieted down.

A very faint, almost invisible silver rune spread rapidly like a ripple under her feet, covering the entire courtyard and wrapping the entire outer wall of the villa.

It is like setting up an absolute "noise-proof" barrier. Any knocking, digging, and cutting sounds inside will be confined within the barrier, ensuring that the renovation work will not disturb the neighbors and cause unnecessary "rumors" again.

After finishing all this, Yun Chu looked up at the mottled old Republican-era residence. She gently rolled up her wide sleeves, revealing her slightly slender yet remarkably strong arms.

"let's start."

Her voice was calm, yet held undeniable strength.

The Taoist magic method that was used to exorcise ghosts and demons in the past will now give this old house a new life in another way.

The tool slid out of her sleeve and landed steadily in her palm. A repair project that required both skill and strength, as well as the blessing of Taoism, officially began.