Cultivating a Perfect Husband with Twenty-Four Filial Pieties

Downstairs, Huo Sijin was preparing to go upstairs when he also saw the ominous aura swirling around the long bridge.

Bai Mingxu held his hand, "It's okay, that's the Bridge of Return. Zaizai should be helping Young Master Li collect his soul."

They had been on the first floor just now and had seen the hurried return of Li's parents. They were well aware that Li's parents had been privately helping their son with his illness for the past few years.

When the hospital had no hope, they turned to Daoist temples for help.

Bai Mingxu could tell at a glance that the Daoist they had brought back with them wasn't capable. However, as guests, he refrained from pointing it out.

Anyway, Zaizai was upstairs, and as long as that Daoist didn't cause trouble on his own, there shouldn't be any issues.

However, less than a minute after they went upstairs, the Daoist was scared to death, his face pale, shouting "There are ghosts!" and running away in panic.

Bai Mingxu didn't know what to say.