In Yangcheng, the lanterns are on.
In a single-family villa facing the lake in the west of the city, the atmosphere was so depressing that it could make water boil. In the living room, a man in his fifties, wearing silk pajamas, was pacing anxiously. His name was Liu Fugui, a well-known building materials dealer in Yangcheng.
"Mr. Li, you... Do you see anything? What happened to my grandson?" Liu Fugui rubbed his hands and looked at the man quietly drinking tea on the sofa with a pleading look on his face.
The man was about thirty-five or sixteen years old. He was wearing a blue-gray gown that had been washed a little white, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked gentle, not like a ghost exorcist, but more like a teacher.
He is Li Yi, the miraculous "Soul-Suppressing Pavilion Master" among the Yangcheng population.
Li Yi put down the tea cup, and the cup collided with the coffee table, making a slight crunching sound. He did not answer Liu Fugui immediately, but raised his eyes to look at the children's room on the second floor.
"Mr. Liu, there's no rush." Li Yi's voice was gentle, with a reassuring power, "I'll go up and see the child."
"Hey, hey! Okay, okay, please come this way, please come this way!" Liu Fugui, as if he had received an amnesty, quickly led the way.
