Kellen and Paul noticed that Susie was unhappy and wanted to comfort her. Suddenly, the little girl picked up a cup from the table and banged it against the wall while blaming herself. She then took the piece of "skin" that was on the table.

In the previous second, as a Taoist priest, in my experience, a high-level magical tool is needed for this paper person...

In the next second.

Can this even work?

Are we sure this is not a sci-fi movie?

"Susie, when you catch ghosts, don't do it so casually, otherwise, I might think I can do it too..." Paul said jokingly.

Susie sealed the mouth of the cup, and the piece of "skin" inside the cup struggled violently, but it couldn't escape. She then added another layer of spells to seal it. When she looked up, she saw her father and uncle looking stunned.

"Daddy, what did you just say?" Susie asked in confusion.

"It's nothing. Daddy was asking...if you want Daddy to get you some food," Kellen replied.

Susie put the cup back on the table and touched her stomach, shaking her head. "No, I don't want anything to eat. I'm so useless, I don't deserve to eat. Punish me, and don't let me eat."

Kellen rubbed Susie's head. It was amusing that such a young child was blaming herself for being useless.

"You are already very capable," Kellen said as he picked her up and tickled her chin like he was tickling a cat.

Susie couldn't resist the tickling and giggled.

"Daddy, have you caught that bad person yet?" Susie asked. "That person is too powerful and always wants to harm others. We have to catch him first and wait for Master to come back."

Kellen showed a hint of approval in his eyes. Even though she couldn't defeat the bad person, she knew that she had to wait for her Master to return. Susie was a clever little girl.

"We have found him. Daddy will catch him tonight," Kellen replied.

Paul thought for a moment and said, "If we catch him, we need to keep him locked up for a few days. We need to figure out a good reason for why we are keeping him locked up."

Kellen raised his eyebrows arrogantly, "Do I need a reason to catch someone?"

Paul replied, "Don't you worry about the consequences?"

Kellen was nonchalant and said, "The person I am catching is the head of the Morton family. What consequences can there be?"

Paul thought to himself that he finally witnessed the arrogance of his brother-in-law. He seemed like a serious and upright man usually...

Susie looked at her father with curiosity, listening carefully. Kellen explained, "Don't worry, Daddy never does anything illegal. There will always be a reason for catching someone."

Susie nodded. She had complete trust in her father.

"By the way, where did your Master go?" Kellen asked.

"Last time, Zion went to Yama Palace, and someone stopped him to write his name. They wanted to harm him. So, Master went to investigate that person," Susie replied.

Kellen let out a sound of understanding. He looked at the time, placed Susie on the sofa and said, "Daddy is going out for a bit and will be back soon."

Susie nodded and said, "Okay, Daddy, be careful."

Kellen's eyes sparkled slightly, and he smiled, "Susie, can you give Daddy a few more talismans?"

Susie was very clear and jumped off the sofa to get her small bag, taking out a stack of talismans from inside.

"Daddy, is it enough?" The little girl was very generous. "If it's not enough, I'll draw more for you!"

Kellen couldn't help but laugh and pinched her chubby cheeks. "It's enough."

He took a step out and heard Paul hesitantly ask, "Susie, do you sleep alone at night? Do you want Uncle Jenkins to tell you a story?"

His voice was gentle, as if he really worried about Susie.

Kellen chuckled, "Brother San, are you afraid?"

Paul had been asked this question more than once and fell silent.

Susie blinked and unconsciously made up for Paul, "Uncle Jenkins, I can sleep by myself early on! You don't have to tell me a story!"

"But if Uncle Jenkins is afraid, Susie can tell Uncle Jenkins a story!"

Paul choked and said nothing.

In the hustle and bustle of the city, amidst the colorful lights of various hues in a small alley, middle-aged women stood outside the storefronts, beckoning passersby to come in.

When they saw a tall, handsome, and imposing man walking towards them, the bored women suddenly brightened up.

"Hey, handsome, come play!"

"Brother, want some tea? I have all kinds!"

"Boss, need a hair wash?"

They jostled to ask him.

Kellen stopped in front of a hair-washing store, a toothpick still in his mouth as he raised his eyebrows and smiled. "How much for a hair wash?"

The woman standing at the door was overwhelmed with happiness and screamed in her heart, "No charge! No charge! I'll pay you 100 bucks!"

Her heart racing and eyes misty, she saw Kellen stepping into the store and sitting on the sofa.

The woman quickly pulled down the curtain - this was what they typically did when they had business.

She twisted her waist and said coyly, "Boss, what kind of hair do you want to wash? We have 100-dollar washes, 500-dollar washes, and of course, we also offer full-service and completely satisfy customers' requests..."