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"What does Mr. Huang mean? He doesn't want to kill that person who tormented his soul, does he? If that's the case, I can't handle it," I asked, puzzled.
Liu Bi waved his hand and replied, "Mr. Huang isn't seeking revenge for that reason. He overheard a conversation between the doctor and that person; they were plotting to seize Mr. Huang's family assets. He wants to use legal means to send them to prison."
"Well, this is a criminal case. Does he have any evidence? What do you think about this?" I was unsure if Mr. Huang had any evidence. I felt angry about the situation, but if there wasn't enough evidence, there was nothing we could do. If Mr. Huang had to testify himself, that would be impossible for me. I couldn't call him to testify in court. If that happened, I'd be the first one arrested for disturbing the court. Then various experts would come to study me, and different departments would warn me.
Liu Bi said, "I think we can help him; it's quite pitiful. As for the evidence, it’s all hearsay from what he personally heard—does that count as evidence?"
Damn it, what he heard can't be considered evidence. Looking out at the gradually brightening sky, I said, "That doesn't count as evidence. But can you tell me how that doctor plans to seize Mr. Huang's family assets?"
"That doctor is a beast. When Mr. Huang was diagnosed with his illness, he called that doctor to help manage things at the company. So the doctor took advantage of Mr. Huang's condition and his wife's panic, leading Mr. Huang and Sister Li to unknowingly sign several agreements—some transferring property, some promissory notes, and others regarding their company's shares. In short, he used various tricks to deceive them," Liu Bi explained.
I asked, "Then since the agreements have already been signed, why are they still tormenting Mr. Huang's soul?"
"I don't know; maybe it really has something to do with Master Wang. Brother, Mr. Huang wants you to call his wife and give her a heads-up about these matters so she can prepare herself. It would be best if she could come see him; he can't go find her right now," Liu Bi stood up as if he had finished speaking.
"Alright, dawn is approaching; you should head back now. I'll make a call," I said while taking out my phone. Although it was still early, if something had really happened with Sister Li, she probably wouldn't be sleeping well.
After dialing the number, it rang once before Sister Li picked up the phone and said in an unusual tone, "Master Liu, I'm sorry."
That opening line caught me off guard; I knew something was wrong on her end—the doctor might have already approached her with the agreements. The doctor's actions were swift; just seven days after Mr. Huang's death, he couldn't wait to start demanding money early in the morning.
I replied with a simple "Hmm," and said, "I know about your situation. Are you free to come over? I have some things to show you."
Sister Li responded, "I'm sorry; I misjudged him. It's not convenient for me to come over right now; they haven't left since last night."
"How many of them are there?" I guessed she was referring to the doctor's group.
Sister Li didn't respond directly, but I faintly heard someone nearby say, "Black and white on paper; you decide whether we follow our own procedures or let the court handle it."
Sister Li did not answer him but turned to me and said, "There are five of them, all at my house. They have..."
"I know what they have. Now listen, if you trust me, tell them to come over at ten tonight to talk. Agree to all their conditions. If they agree, just give me a call. If they don't, tell them you'll report them for trespassing," I interrupted her. With so many people involved, even if I went over, I wouldn't be able to handle it, especially since they had leverage against us. If it were just one doctor there, I could go and help snatch those agreements away and tear them up, but with so many people present, my presence would only be a burden.
"Okay." Sister Li's response was decisive. After saying that, she hung up the phone. After all, she was a businesswoman; she acted decisively.
I hung up and began preparing breakfast while thinking about the strategy for tonight. The fact that they sent so many people indicated a bit of intimidation, and they were holding the agreements signed by Mr. Huang in their hands. Although I wasn't sure how much legal weight those agreements carried, Sister Li's attitude suggested they were indeed valid.
If we were to meet tonight, I could only bring Mr. Huang's spirit along and might even need to take Liu Bi with me as well. After all, there was a Master Wang on their side who understood some supernatural matters. In Mr. Huang's current state, he could scare people off but would be useless in a real fight. I was certain those people were not easy to deal with; if negotiations fell through, a fight would definitely break out.
Just as I finished preparing breakfast, Sister Li called again: "They agreed to come over at ten tonight and told me to prepare various copies. Xiao Liu, you mentioned wanting to show me something—what is it?"
I chuckled lightly and replied, "Of course, it's your husband, Mr. Huang."
As soon as Sister Li heard this, she burst into tears, crying heartbrokenly and momentarily unable to say a complete sentence. I didn’t interrupt her; instead, I put the phone on speaker mode on the dining table and waited for her to finish crying while eating.
I understood her longing for her husband; I knew what that feeling was like. She had finally accepted the reality of Mr. Huang's cancer diagnosis and then his death. Now that she was being wronged and unable to protect her family's assets, hearing that she could see her former support again in her most helpless moment was overwhelming enough to bring tears.
Sister Li cried for about three or four minutes before calming down enough to say through her sobs, "I'm sorry, Master Liu; I've embarrassed you."
I swallowed the soup dumpling I had been chewing and said, "It's fine; I understand. I'll come by tonight. Bring your husband along with you. But are those agreements really legally binding?"
Sister Li replied with a soft "Mm": "Those agreements and contracts are not entirely useful if you say they are useful; nor are they completely useless if you say they're not. But you know how loopholes in the law can be exploited well, so if it comes down to a lawsuit, I'm not confident about winning. Do you have any good ideas?"
I chuckled lightly and said, "I'm just a layman when it comes to law; I don't have any good plans but do have a bad one. Although it's not above board, it's quite effective."
"Alright then," Sister Li said. "I've arranged for them to meet at ten tonight; when will you come over?"
I replied, "I'll arrive early. But if anything unexpected happens later on, don't panic. Also, make sure to send your daughter away today—either to a friend's house or her grandparents' place—just don’t let her stay at home."
"Alright."
"Mm." As I hung up the phone, I finished my breakfast.
I entered the study, turned on the light, and summoned Liu Bi. Liu Bi asked if I needed help in the evening. I nodded and said, "Just come with me. If things get rough, you need to find a clever excuse to join in."
Liu Bi nodded in understanding and then vanished into a nearby object hanging on the wall. Ever since Mr. Huang borrowed its umbrella, Nourishing the Soul, it hadn't returned there.
...
Around eight o'clock in the evening, I summoned Mr. Huang's soul and performed a gathering ritual to ensure it wouldn't solidify upon arrival, which would undermine its intimidating effect.
By eight-thirty, everything was ready. I took Liu Bi's Oiled Paper Umbrella and stepped outside. Just in case, I also carried a small dagger with me. Liu Bi could move freely at night, so there was no need to hide it in the umbrella or an object; it could simply follow me.
I drove to Sister Li's neighborhood and easily found her house. I knocked on the door, and it opened instantly. To my surprise, it wasn't Sister Li who answered but a somewhat familiar Blonde Youth. He glanced behind me without asking who I was and opened the outer security door, saying, "Come in."
Once inside, I realized the place was quite lively. The doctor, Master Wang, and the three Social Brothers who had blocked my car earlier were all there. No wonder that Blonde Youth looked so familiar; he was one of the Four Great Kings who had tried to beat me up before.
As soon as I entered, their gazes all turned toward me. When they saw that I was only holding an umbrella, Master Wang laughed happily and said, "Oh look, you really came right to us with an umbrella! Do you think you're Huang Feihong?"
I ignored him and noticed Sister Li standing by the dining table with various documents spread out—likely agreements and transfer contracts. I walked over to her and asked, "What's going on? Didn't we agree on ten o'clock?"
Before Sister Li could respond, Master Wang couldn't hold back any longer. That night when the police came, I had slapped him and kicked him hard. He must have been seething with anger ever since.
Master Wang charged at me from the sofa, but Liu Bi moved to intercept him. I chuckled and quickly said, "Wait, wait! Don't be so impulsive, Master Wang. Let me finish what I'm saying first."
"I'll give you a minute," Master Wang arrogantly replied as he halted his advance.
I picked up the Oiled Paper Umbrella and grinned as I said, "No need for a minute; ten seconds will do."
He raised the Oiled Paper Umbrella with his left hand and quickly cast a few Hand Spells with his right hand before giving it a vigorous shake. The Oiled Paper Umbrella made a rustling sound, and a shadow descended in response. In just about three seconds, it slowly coalesced into a solid form.
Indeed, it was Mr. Huang, summoned from within the umbrella. As soon as Mr. Huang appeared, the room erupted into chaos; everyone present, except for Master Wang, expressed their frantic anxiety in various intense ways.
After all, Mr. Huang was a Spirit God. Setting aside his appearance, the manner of his arrival was not something ordinary people could easily accept. Such bizarre scenes are typically only seen in movies and television; witnessing them in real life was more than just mind-blowing, especially considering that Mr. Huang's current appearance was several times more terrifying than that of an ordinary Spirit God.
The doctor, who had been sitting on the opposite side of the dining table, jumped up in shock when he saw Mr. Huang's soul emerge. He swiftly ran over to Master Wang while shouting, "What the hell! Didn't you say his soul was already dead? Why is he still here?"
The other three didn't need any encouragement; they all dashed to the farthest corner of the living room, screaming as they ran. They huddled together in that corner, clutching each other tightly and trying to push forward as if seeking safety.
Master Wang seemed equally unprepared for such a terrifying Spirit God. He took a couple of cautious steps back and stared intently at Mr. Huang, his hand fumbling in his pocket as if searching for something.
What amused me most was Sister Li. Having prepared herself mentally long before, she wore an expression of anticipation while Mr. Huang's Soul was still slowly forming. However, when she finally saw what Mr. Huang looked like, she let out a series of terrified screams, clearly shocked by his current appearance.
As for the six o'clock update, there will be no additional content today due to some unexpected issues with the new book's opening chapter. I need to make significant changes to align with the website's promotional requirements. But rest assured, this only affects the opening and will not impact Liu Bi's main story. I aim to have it released this week at the latest by next Tuesday. I apologize for the inconvenience, everyone. Thank you to "w Years of Peace and Tranquility" for the diamond donation and "qq150703092805" for both diamonds and fine wine. Good night in advance!
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