Oh~ Man!

After taking care of the itchy spirit, Qiao Yuan returned to the middle-aged man's side. 

The body on the sidewalk had also disappeared.

The reason why Qiao Yuan was suspicious of the corpse was that there was no smell of blood in the air. One look and he knew something was wrong.

"The matter has been resolved. It's time to talk about your matter!" Qiao Yuan said to the dumbfounded man who was squatting on the ground.

The middle-aged man had yet to react. A perfectly fine corpse was gone in the blink of an eye, and the passerby was even kneeling in front of Qiao Yuan.

For a moment, he was curious about Qiao Yuan's identity.

...

"I ... I'm fine!" immediately denied the middle-aged man as his expression changed.

Looking at the man in front of him, Qiao Yuan started to recall the first time they met.

It seemed like there was a woman sitting in the passenger seat.

Her skin was as fair as Li Xiaoling's. He didn't know if it was because she took good care of her skin or for some other reason.

"Do you have a wife?" Qiao Yuan asked such a question.

The middle-aged man was stunned. He shook his head and replied, "My wife is dead."

This was interesting!

If his wife was gone, who was the woman he saw when they had first met?

This was a question he had to ask in detail.

"Do you have a mistress?" he probed.

The middle-aged man was speechless.

Recalling how she looked, the woman in the passenger seat should not be his elder, nor could she be his junior.

That meant it was a spirit.

'Well... if that's the case, I'm in for it,' Qiao Yuan thought.

He wondered how many energy points his 'wife' would bring him.

...

It was four in the afternoon, and the air was unbearably hot.

After calling for a tow truck to tow the car away, Qiao Yuan and the middle-aged man took a taxi to his house.

The middle-aged man's name was Gao Tao. He was from the countryside and came to the city alone in his teens. He started from scratch and finally had a business after more than ten years of hard work. He opened several food processing factories and was quite famous in Liyang City.

But... His career success couldn't bury his family's accident.

He spent the first half of his life working hard for money, and when things finally seemed better, his parents passed away. Moreover, just a few days ago, his wife and son had also passed away one after another...

Two hours later, they finally arrived at their destination.

Gao Tao lived in the Xianghu villa area east of the city. Qiao Yuan had heard of this place before because the people who lived there were all rich and powerful. It was normal for people of different status to fit into their own circles.

At a glance, the entire villa area covered an area of several thousand mu. The environment was elegant and quiet. All kinds of buildings were scattered in a picturesque manner, and each one was unique. Green vegetation covered the entire villa area, and the air was fresh. The chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers made people feel relaxed and happy.

It was definitely the life of a rich man, and it was also what Qiao Yuan had dreamed of in his previous life.

Especially the row of security guards at the entrance, they looked so strong that their arms were almost as thick as his thighs!

Each of them were checking the vehicles that were entering and leaving in an orderly manner.

Looking at the situation, even a fly would have to go through the security check if it wanted to enter!

The rich had always been very strict about security.

...

"Hey, Mr. Gao, you're back?" asked the security guard at the entrance in surprise.

Gao Tao rolled down the window and nodded with a smile, "I'm inviting a friend home for a chat."

After a routine inspection and confirming that everything was safe, they arrived at Gao Tao's house.

It was a grayish-white European-style villa with lush flowers and trees on both sides.

They entered the house.

The walls were decorated with gold and jade, and there were all kinds of oil paintings, sculptures, and art pieces hanging on both sides of the walls. It was a luxurious and elegant sight.

However, with Gao Tao's bald head, he gave off the air of an upstart.

Qiao Yuan frowned slightly. There was a musty smell in the air. It was as if no one had lived here for a long time.

Gao Tao turned on the light, touched his bald head, and explained, "Little brother, I'm sorry. Business has been too busy recently. I usually live outside. This place has been empty since my wife and children passed away."

"The place is too big, it's easy for dust to accumulate," he continued.

Qiao Yuan nodded. He had searched for Gao Tao's personal information on the internet. He was indeed a Big Boss, with a net worth of one billion. It would be unusual for a person like him to not have a few houses in a city.

He might be staying at some mistress's house. Of course... other people's private lives were none of his business.

"What would you like to drink? Red wine or soft drink?" Gao Tao took out his mobile phone and was about to order the property management to buy it. This was the status brought by identity. If he needed anything, he only needed to make a phone call and the property management would arrange it immediately. They would even serve it while smiling the whole time.

"It's fine. I'll just drink some hot water," Qiao Yuan took out the thermos he always carried with him and drank a bit of hot water.

[Cultivation +1]

Qiao Yuan's gaze then shifted to a family photo on the coffee table. The photo should be of Gao Tao's family of three, happy and blissful.

Qiao Yuan fell into deep thought.

Gao Tao's wife was very beautiful. However, it was indeed not the person in the passenger seat. After eliminating the identity of the mistress, the answer was self-evident.

"…" 

After clearing his throat, Qiao Yuan began to get to the point. After explaining the dangers of spirits to Gao Tao, he finally admitted it.

"Do you believe in the past and present?" Gao Tao sighed, looking a little lonely.

Qiao Yuan sat up straight and said sternly,"I believe you."

You're the financial backer, so I'll believe whatever you say as long as you give me money!

One million was not a small sum, enough to get a spirit killed.