Just as he hung up the phone, a text message came in, causing Muyang to suspect that the person on the other side could predict the future. They must have known he would call, so they had already prepared the text messages, just waiting for him to take the bait.

It was getting late, and all the buses and subways had stopped running. With only 50 bucks in his pocket, Mu Yang realized he was in a real hurry. He glanced at the address and thought, "Damn, it's so far away! This must be where the big shots live. Otherwise, who can afford to buy a house here? The price per square meter in the villa area is enough to buy a regular residential house of ten or twenty ping."

Forget it, let's take a taxi. We can call him when we arrive. Since he has agreed to accommodate us, he probably won't mind paying for the cab fare, right?

Of course, as good brothers, they stuck together all the way. Mu Yang didn't stop them either. Anyway, it would be futile to stop them. They would ask the master later about what to do.

When Mu Yang arrived at his destination, he almost got into a fight with the taxi driver because he only mentioned that he had no money right before getting off the car, saying that he was waiting for someone else to pay. Who would be willing to wait at such a late hour?

Before Mu Yang could even make a phone call, the taxi door swung open. Mu Yang didn't see anyone, only a beautiful hand holding three Mao Zedong bills. The taxi driver took the money and cheerfully left.

Mu Yang got off the car before he began to size up this imagined master. Isn't he a bit too handsome? Aren't fortune tellers supposed to have a goatee and wear a long robe?

The man in front of her was wearing a black cotton T-shirt with a high collar, paired with casual pants. However, it was clear that they were all designer brands, as Mu Yang had seen this style in a magazine before. At that time, she had even exclaimed, "Who would spend thousands of bucks on a T-shirt? They must be out of their minds!" And yet, today, she was seeing someone who was actually out of their mind.

However, this person looks really good. Even though it's nighttime, Mu Yang couldn't help but feel that the man's skin was glowing and radiant.

The eyes are phoenix-shaped, slightly upward-tilted. The nose is narrow and straight, with thin lips. The figure is proportionate, but are the legs too long? Is this height nearly 190?

"Have you seen enough? If you've seen enough, come in."

It's really the fortune teller! His voice is incredibly pleasant, so enchanting it could make someone melt.

Mu Yang surveyed the man's home, feeling a sense of emotion welling up inside him. The world of the wealthy is truly different. The furniture, the decorations... tsk tsk tsk... Several ordinary houses' worth of belongings, and he doesn't even care about the money? He really doesn't know how to live within his means.

"What do you have to say about my family?"

"It's quite good-looking, but it's too far away. Let's get down to business. How are you going to help me?"

Mu Yang felt that this person still had some skill. Ever since this man appeared, his good brother had disappeared. It should be because he was scared of this man.

"Have you heard of replenishing Yang energy?"

"I have heard of replenishing yang through the harvesting of yin."

"It's all similar, all because of excessive yin energy, which leads to insufficient yang energy. People with heavy yin energy are prone to seeing ghosts. Were you able to see them since you were young?"

Mu Yang couldn't help but admire him. Just by looking at him, he knew that he had been seeing ghosts since he was a child. He truly was an extraordinary individual.

So Mu Yang's attitude became more enthusiastic than before. "Great Immortal, what do you suggest I should do?"

"Great Immortal? You're mistaken. I'm of a higher rank than them. Just call me Mingtu."

"Mingtian? Your name is really impressive, just as I had imagined!"

The man chuckled and said, "Yes, that's exactly what you're thinking, you know so much!"

The man's inexplicably indulgent tone made Muyang blush silently as she listened.

"I have an excess of yang energy. The method I can use to help you is to transfer some of my yang energy to you. Over time, you won't even be able to see other ghosts anymore."

After listening attentively, Muyang excitedly grasped Mingtu's hands. "Really? How do I absorb yang energy?"