“Let me go!” Brother Hui’s eyes were wide open, filled with red veins, as if they were about to burst, and he was baring his teeth at Grandpa.

Uncle Stone threw away the hair and walked to Brother Hui’s side: “Everyone possessed by a ghost is the same, no originality.”

However, fortunately, it was a ghost possession, otherwise Grandpa couldn’t have pinned him down on the chair with one hand.

A person possessed by a ghost becomes incredibly strong, and even several strong men couldn’t hold him down. But for a Taoist priest who practices magic, it’s easy to suppress with energy.

The spirit seemed to realize that further resistance was futile and finally calmed down.

“Even if it means mutual destruction, I won’t leave him, I want him to stay with me! He said he loved me!” The fierce ghost inside Brother Hui sobbed.

“How did Brother Hui say he loved you?” Grandpa, being an old customer of Brother Hui, knew he was always a single man, never thought about settling down, and often said he prioritized his career.

“He complimented me on my beautiful hair.”

“Ha!” Uncle Stone laughed mockingly.

Brother Hui roared, his hands forming claws, trying to scratch Uncle Stone’s face, but unexpectedly, Uncle Stone bit his fingers.

“Your energy cultivation must be over decades, but meeting us brothers is your bad luck.” Uncle Stone.

The roar turned into a scream, Brother Hui was in so much pain that tears streamed down.

“Don’t hurt Brother Hui, no one will shave your beard.” Grandpa.

“The master taught that to deal with ghost possession, use red chopsticks to pinch the middle finger. There are no chopsticks here, so I had to bite him, don’t worry, I bit the fierce ghost, not Brother Hui.” Uncle Stone argued, but he didn’t want his beard shaved at all.

“After the fierce ghost is dealt with, he’s still Brother Hui.” Grandpa.

Uncle Stone let go and sat aside bored.