Before long, He Mingyuan hailed a cab and brought Ning Wangshu to the construction site where he worked.

As soon as they got out of the car, Ning Wangshu sensed something and couldn't help but look up at the construction site in front of them, murmuring, "I see!"

"No wonder there's a malignant spirit causing trouble here. This place is indeed a 'feng shui treasure land' for such spirits..."

With a single glance, Ning Wangshu could tell that this construction site was a natural gathering place for yin energy.

While it couldn't be called a true yin evil treasure spot, it still offered considerable benefits to ordinary malignant spirits and yin entities.

Hearing Ning Wangshu's muttering, He Mingyuan was taken aback and curiously asked, "Wangshu, what did you just say about a feng shui treasure land? What did you see?"

Ning Wangshu smiled but didn't plan to explain further to He Mingyuan. After all, it wasn't something that could be clarified in just a few words, and he didn't feel like going through the trouble.

So he said, "It's nothing, Uncle He. Let's go see your nephew first!"

"Alright!"

Thinking of his nephew, He Mingyuan didn't dare to delay and quickly led Ning Wangshu to the dormitory...

Moments later.

Ning Wangshu followed He Mingyuan into the portable cabin.

At this moment, quite a few people were gathered inside the cabin. Seeing He Mingyuan arrive, one of them quickly said, "Old He, you're finally here. When will the ambulance arrive? Wen Bin's condition seems off..."

He Mingyuan didn't respond but instead looked at Ning Wangshu.

Ning Wangshu glanced through the crowd at the young man lying unconscious on the bed. His face was ashen, and a faint black qi was gathering at his glabella, causing Ning Wangshu to frown.

"Wangshu, how is it? Can you handle it?" He Mingyuan asked anxiously, noticing Ning Wangshu's frown.

Ning Wangshu relaxed his brow, smiled at He Mingyuan, and said, "The situation is worse than I expected, but luckily you ran into me today, Uncle He."

"Otherwise, your nephew might not have lasted two more days."

"What? It's that serious?" He Mingyuan was shocked.

Ning Wangshu nodded, "It's quite serious. Your nephew isn't just invaded by evil qi; he's directly possessed by a malignant spirit."

"But with me here, it's not a big problem."

"Possessed by a malignant spirit?" He Mingyuan was shocked again and quickly said, "Wangshu, please save my nephew."

"My sister only has this one son, and he's working here with me. If anything happens to him, I won't be able to face my sister..."

"Don't worry, Uncle He." Ning Wangshu smiled.

Listening to their conversation, the others present showed a hint of skepticism.

A middle-aged man in slacks and a short-sleeved shirt, wearing a gold watch and clearly not a worker, frowned and couldn't help but say, "He Mingyuan, who is this guy? Why is he talking about malignant spirits? Do you believe this kind of charlatan talk?"

"Did you call the ambulance or not? Why is it taking so long? Hurry up and get your nephew to the hospital. If something really happens, it'll be a big problem, and we might even be ordered to stop work."

"If we stop work for a day, the loss isn't small, and if it delays the construction schedule, it'll cost a fortune!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ning Wangshu glanced at He Mingyuan, "Uncle He, who is he?"

He Mingyuan quickly said, "Wangshu, this is our company boss, Boss Zhang!"

Then he hurriedly explained to the middle-aged man, "Boss Zhang, this is my nephew. Since he says so, it shouldn't be false."

After a pause, He Mingyuan added, "You know, recently, many of our workers have been saying they feel weak and exhausted after waking up."

"I'm no exception. Didn't I take leave to go to the hospital before? That's when I met my nephew, and he immediately saw that I was invaded by evil qi and helped me expel it."

"Look at me now; I don't look as weak as before, and I feel much better. I watched him expel the evil qi myself, so I trust him!"

Hearing He Mingyuan's words, the others in the cabin also looked at him. They noticed that He Mingyuan's condition seemed much improved compared to before.

For a moment, the workers began to discuss among themselves.

"You know, Old He doesn't look as weak as before. His complexion has improved a lot."

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"Yeah, before, his face was sallow and even a bit dark, but now, he doesn't have that look, and he speaks with more energy."

"Could it be that, like Old He said, we've all been invaded by some evil qi?"

Amidst the discussions, many workers who also felt weak and exhausted recently looked worried.

However, Boss Zhang clearly didn't believe any of it and said coldly, "He Mingyuan, stop talking nonsense. There's no such thing as malignant spirits!"

"Did you call the ambulance or not? Hurry up and get your nephew to the hospital! If something really happens, you'll regret it!"

He Mingyuan opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, and looked at Ning Wangshu again.

Ning Wangshu glanced at Boss Zhang and said, "Boss Zhang, right? Believe it or not, what I said is true. As for Uncle He's nephew, I can handle it in a few seconds without delaying anything."

"But I advise you, if you don't want any fatalities, you should stop work immediately."

"If the issue isn't resolved, it's hard to say when a fatal incident might occur, but it won't be long before all the workers here start collapsing one by one!"

"You might think I'm exaggerating, but look at the workers around you. Do any of them look normal?"

"I dare say that within a week, most of them will 'fall ill.' Anyway, you should weigh it carefully..."

After speaking, Ning Wangshu ignored Boss Zhang's reaction and walked straight to the young man lying on the bed.

The workers seemed somewhat convinced by Ning Wangshu's words and exchanged glances.

"Could Old He's nephew be telling the truth?"

"Hard to say. Old He trusts him, and he's Old He's nephew... I think it's likely true. Otherwise, Old He wouldn't risk his own nephew!"

"Yeah. The key is, Old He doesn't look as weak as before, and his complexion is better. Plus, Old He's nephew said it would only take a few seconds to handle his nephew's situation. We'll see soon enough."

"That's true. But he said most of us would fall ill within a week... I'm a bit worried. I've been feeling off lately, and our complexions aren't great either. Not as bad as Old He was, but not much better..."

The workers were visibly worried.

Boss Zhang, hearing the workers' discussions, looked displeased and thought to himself, "I want to see what kind of trickery you can pull off, hmph!"

At this moment, Ning Wangshu had already reached the bedside.

He extended a hand, forming a sword finger, and suddenly, a spiritual light appeared at his fingertip...

Seeing this, the workers and Boss Zhang were stunned, their eyes widening in disbelief as they stared at the spiritual light at Ning Wangshu's fingertip...