Now that he had transmigrated, ‘Edward Grant’ had come back to life, and with The Bolton Family’s personality, how could she possibly let things go so easily?

Moreover, this world was incredibly bizarre. That Daoist cultivated evil arts, raising ghosts in the temple of five viscera, killing people without a trace.

It’s easy to guard against an open attack, but hard to defend against a hidden arrow. If even hidden arrows are this dangerous, how should one deal with these ghosts? Should I bite it again next time, or use a child’s urine to sprinkle on it?

Before Edward Grant could think carefully, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if his spirit had been completely drained. He was kicked out of that pitch-black space, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

When Edward Grant opened his eyes again, he was already surrounded by a crowd of people, all noisy and clamoring.

Seeing Edward Grant wake up, an old lady with a head full of white hair immediately hugged Edward Grant tightly, wiping her tears and crying out, “My grandson! If anything happened to you, how could I go on living!”

In his previous life, Edward Grant had already been an adult, so he was still a bit unaccustomed to such affection from elders.

He sat up, gently pulled Old Madam Grant’s hand away, and said softly, “Grandmother, I’m fine.”

The Bolton Family was also standing to the side, looking at Edward Grant with a look of suspicion and surprise in her eyes, not knowing how Edward Grant had managed to survive.

But seeing how much Old Madam Grant valued Edward Grant, she couldn’t help but say, “Madam, he’s not dead yet, why are you crying?”

Old Madam Grant immediately pulled a long face at these words: “What do you mean by that? Would you only be happy if Cheng’er died?”

The Bolton Family didn’t dare to argue with Old Madam Grant, so she could only say aggrievedly, “How could you say that? I’m just worried that you’re getting old and might cry yourself sick.”

Old Madam Grant snorted coldly, “I’m in good health. As long as my eldest grandson is fine, I’ll be fine.”

As she spoke, another person walked in from outside. When he arrived, all the servants who had been crowding around immediately dispersed.

He was a middle-aged man of about forty, with a hooked nose and piercing eyes, his expression rather cold and unapproachable.

He wore a fitted suit of black armor, carrying a long sword at his side, but the scabbard was woven from willow branches.

Even stranger, the patterns engraved on his armor were actually of the mythical beast Di Ting.

In Edward Grant’s memory, in Da Qian, there was a tradition of engraving various mythical beasts on armor. The royal family engraved dragons and phoenixes, the imperial guards’ Longxiang Guard had Suanni and Taotie, and ordinary people had tigers, leopards, lions, and bears. But Edward Grant searched his memory and really hadn’t seen anyone engrave Di Ting.

Seeing the middle-aged man approach, Old Madam Grant quickly said, “Lord William Carter, have you found out why my grandson suddenly fainted, with no injuries but bloodstains on him?”

William Carter glanced around, and Old Madam Grant immediately said, “Everyone out.”

Other than Old Madam Grant, The Bolton Family, and a butler who had served in the Gu household his whole life, everyone else was driven out.

William Carter asked Edward Grant, “Young Master Grant, did you see anything yesterday, or feel anything unusual?”

Old Madam Grant said to Edward Grant, “This is Lord William Carter from the Jingye Division. Cooperate with him, and don’t let anything happen again.”

Edward Grant glanced at The Bolton Family. Although she was nervous and suspicious, she didn’t seem particularly flustered.

Touching his chest, Edward Grant said, “Yesterday I just felt an intense pain in my chest, then started struggling, and finally fainted. After that, I don’t remember anything.”

Edward Grant didn’t mention anything about The Bolton Family, because it would be useless anyway.

Since The Bolton Family still dared to stand here without panic, it meant she had already taken care of everything, and nothing could be found.

Edward Grant then remembered that the Daoist in the vision yesterday had also mentioned the Jingye Division. Since he knew about their existence, he must have taken precautions.

Most importantly, Edward Grant himself was also ‘unclean.’

The previous Edward Grant was already dead; he had transmigrated, which was essentially possessing a corpse.

And then there was that black jade pendant, and the heart ghost inside the pendant’s space—no matter how you looked at it, it was strange.

This was not a world that could be understood with common sense. If he told others everything he saw in the vision, the first question would be: if someone used sorcery to harm you, how did you know so clearly?

If they investigated further, his transmigration and his black jade pendant might be discovered. Would they end up treating him as a possessing ghost and try to exorcise him?

These were all unpredictable outcomes, and Edward Grant had to be cautious.

William Carter nodded and said, “If that’s the case, then it makes sense. Young Master Grant must have encountered a sinister ghost. There’s a faint trace of yin energy left on him and in his room.

However, for some reason—maybe luck, maybe something else—the ghost didn’t harm Young Master Grant, only drained his spiritual energy, which caused him to faint.”

Old Madam Grant let out a long sigh of relief, pressed her palms together and prayed, “Thank heavens, thank the ancestors for their protection. As long as he’s fine.”

William Carter suddenly said, “Madam, it’s only fine for now. As for the future, I can’t guarantee anything.”

“Why?”

William Carter said calmly, “When it comes to encountering ghosts, it’s either once or countless times.

Once you’ve run into a ghost, you’re tainted with yin energy, and after that, it’s much easier to encounter those filthy things.”