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Chapter 1: Ghost Month Taboos (Three)
The elderly couple clung to each other, weeping uncontrollably. Lin Tai's breath grew weaker, lingering on the edge of death. I said to them, "Stop crying. You wouldn't want him to carry that burden to the afterlife, would you? If you don’t want that, quickly seek forgiveness from the malevolent spirit. Take your ill-gotten gains and donate them to those in need, especially to places like children's welfare institutions. Then, Lin Tai won't suffer in his next life."
"Ma Qi, is there still hope for Lin Tai?" Chi Xinrong asked anxiously, her sympathy evident.
I closed my eyes slightly and replied softly without looking at her, "Have you seen the TV series about exorcism?"
"I have. The Vatican Priest exorcism. You’re not going to tell me they are the same thing, are you?"
"Well! The difference is that’s a movie, but this is reality. Besides, we are in China; how could there be possession by demons? It’s only malevolent spirits feeding on souls, which is essentially life energy. All of this is related to the Karma Cycle. Think about it: what kind of evil deeds must they commit to transform an ordinary medium into a malevolent spirit? The more they weaken and fear, the stronger the spirit becomes. It eventually reaches a point where it devours their souls for revenge. Such spirits transformed into malevolent entities have no chance of reincarnation; they can only wander in the Dark Realm by consuming other spirits."
"That's terrifying." Chi Xinrong started the car. We followed the same route to Nanxin Road; on the left was the City Hospital, and on the right was the way back to Ma Wu Funeral Home. We headed to the City Hospital; Monkey Spirit's condition was dire.
If we arrived in time, perhaps we could still help him.
"Ma Qi, there's still something I don't understand."
"What is it?"
"That face on the Yellow Paper—is it a malevolent spirit's face? Then Lin Tai and Monkey Spirit should be fine!"
"I'll show you." I pulled out the folded Yellow Paper and spread it flat. Bloodstains marred its surface; that face had not been under my control. This wasn’t due to my insufficient skills; rather, it was because the malevolent spirit had already consumed Lin Tai's soul and abandoned him for another place, making it easy for me to imprint its true form onto the Yellow Paper.
What I thought was that as the malevolent spirit consumed Lin Tai's soul, it gained strength. Once it devoured enough souls, it would construct a physical body. Even Qin Ye would be unable to suppress a corporeal malevolent spirit then. The target of such spirits are those filled with evil—desire, greed, cowardice, and their darkest fears.
The Yellow Paper merely bore the fierce visage left behind after a feast for the malevolent spirit; this was entirely different from Fat Back Pustule. If Boil didn’t break skin, there was still hope for him. But once he did break skin and fell victim to the malevolent spirit's scheme, he would be in danger—Grandpa had also passed away due to worry over Boil.
I didn’t share these thoughts with Chi Xinrong; she wouldn’t understand anyway.
"Ma Qi, I want to continue my studies for the exam. My Uncle will cover all expenses. Do you think I can go?" She asked me in an unhappy tone despite such a good opportunity.
"Your Uncle treats you very well." I rested my head on my hand and closed my eyes slightly in a comfortable position, enjoying the gentle sway of the car while dismissing Chi Xinrong’s concerns. Meanwhile, fragments of indistinct memories floated through my mind and gradually pieced together into a complete face.
This tear-streaked face gazed at me with helpless eyes.
"Mi." I jolted awake and shouted out loud before realizing I was still in Chi Xinrong's car; I had even dozed off while talking to her!
“Ma Qi, you really are something, still talking while dozing off?” Chi Xinrong immediately chimed in.
I pretended to yawn lazily and replied, “What can I say? Life is tough, dealing with all this nonsense means I can't even get a good night's sleep.”
“Stop playing the pity card. I'm asking you, Uncle wants to send me to Beijing for school. Do you think it's a good idea? Also, I'll be gone for a long time. Will you miss me?”
“Ah, you're lucky. What can I do? Go ahead!”
Upon hearing my response, Chi Xinrong dropped the issue of whether or not to go to school, and the car fell into silence. Outside the window, the bustling market was alive with activity; people flocked to the streets, jostling against each other without minding the sweat and odors. The crowd was so dense that it was nearly impossible to move freely, resembling a swarm of angry wasps from a distance.
Cars streamed continuously along the road, honking incessantly and making my ears buzz. Finally, we left the busy area and entered a peaceful zone. Amidst rows of street trees stood a particularly eye-catching tall building adorned with a blood-red cross and several ornate characters: Red Cross Hospital.
The hospital we were headed to wasn't Red Cross Hospital; it was City Hospital. So, we didn't stop and drove right past Red Cross Hospital. After the green light, we turned left at the next intersection and drove straight for a hundred meters until we reached City Hospital.
Chi Xinrong was focused on driving while I fiddled with my phone out of boredom and registered for a public account on Supernatural Circle.
I officially named Han Mi as a member of the public account, allowing for free expression of ideas on that page.
Suddenly, Chi Xinrong called out to me, “Ma Qi, is there no chance for us?”
I spoke honestly; I, Ma Qi, had little luck in love and was plagued by romantic troubles. The girls who liked me were all quite impressive in their own right. However, I had principles—now that I had Han Mi, there would definitely be no second woman. If—only if—Chi Xinrong willingly threw herself at me without expecting any responsibility from me, I might consider adding her to my harem due to physiological needs. But Han Mi must never find out.
This was my darkest thought, and as I pondered it, I couldn't help but chuckle.
“What are you laughing at, Ma Qi? I'm asking you something.” Chi Xinrong sounded annoyed.
“I didn’t catch what you just asked.”
“Forget it, you idiot Ma Qi.”
Before I could retort back, my phone rang loudly. Infuriated, Chi Xinrong cursed again, “Change that awful ringtone of yours! It's like no one knows you're a Mortician.”
Ignoring her, I answered the call. It was Qin Jian! What did he want?
“Hello!”
“Ma Qi, something happened at City Hospital. Are you coming?”
"Coincidentally, I'm on my way to the hospital. Wait for me at the entrance."
The car quickly arrived at the City Hospital parking lot.
I inevitably brushed past the crowd as I got out of the car. Chi Xinrong casually remarked, "Is that pale-faced guy looking for you?"
"Pfft~" I never expected that Qin Jian, a handsome guy, would be referred to as 'pale-faced' by some people. Is it true that exceptionally good-looking men have such a ridiculous hidden nickname?
Qin Jian leaned lazily against a pillar with his hands in his pockets. He hadn't noticed us at first, but his keen intuition sensed someone pointing at him, and he immediately spotted me and Chi Xinrong in the crowd.
Hospitals are always crowded, primarily filled with patients and their families.
"Hey, Ma Qi." Qin Jian waved eagerly at me. A bright red string hung around his neck, making him stand out. He seemed anxious, jumping up and down impatiently as he pushed through the people blocking his way.
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