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Chapter 141: Ghost Month Taboos (Part 21)
After her shift, the aunt passed by the Hongqiao Supermarket Entrance and witnessed the events surrounding the girl Yuyaya's accident. She recognized the driver responsible for the crash; she was an employee at Lin's Pharmacy.
“She messed with me. While I was sleeping, she jumped on my stomach and drew on my face. I had nightmares, dreaming of her crawling towards me, dragging her bloody severed leg,” she continued. “Soon after, I couldn’t go back to work. I regretted what I saw at the scene. If I had known, I wouldn’t have left so early; it would have been better to stay at the pharmacy a little longer.”
“Don’t you regret calling the police or trying to help that girl?”
“What good is regret? Who understands the lives of us ordinary people? I can’t afford to offend anyone.”
“Take a break; I’ll ask these two.”
As we spoke, two more people appeared—one tall and one short, a man and a woman. They looked dazed, their eyes vacant. When they noticed my attention, they pulled out their phones from their pockets and called my number for verification.
Their accounts were similar to what the previous person had described. They were filled with anguish and remorse for not having helped the girl in time as she lay in danger.
The Blacklist was lost; those who arrived were unrecognizable, belonging to an unknown group of numbers. Given the urgency of the situation, I knew there were thirteen people on the Blacklist besides Hou Dewen! I also knew that the third group wouldn’t come, but hearing someone answer my call truly relieved me.
Because every person who answered was alive!
Strangely enough, the number of arrivals matched closely with what I remembered from the Blacklist.
I asked, “Does anyone here have someone who has passed away?”
Whispers and quiet discussions abruptly ceased at my question. Everyone looked at me, confused about what I meant.
Seeing their bewildered expressions, I held onto a glimmer of hope—perhaps I had misremembered; maybe there were more than thirteen people on the Blacklist. “Alright, you all make sure to take care; after tonight, you will be safe.”
No one was willing to speak up about the death in their family. Could I be mistaken? Or perhaps among these people, there was a dead person? The thought made me chuckle; what would a dead person be doing here? However, the tricky part was that in order to analyze which group the phone numbers belonged to, I had to check the time I dialed each number. It was truly a waste of time.
It was still less than three hours until dark, and I needed to reach a certain place before then.
At the same time, I contacted Fatty and asked him to deliver some items to Cobblestone Street.
Cobblestone Street—yes, that was it.
Cobblestone Street was the area with the heaviest Yin Qi. If one wanted to refine Li Gui into Evil Spirits, it could only be done on that street. I had once mentioned taking Fatty there to test our courage, but I never expected it would happen so soon.
However, someone seemed hesitant. Upon hearing we were going to Cobblestone Street, they nervously asked, "Can't we go somewhere else? Do you know the history of that street? Even our grandfather couldn't handle it. You dare go there with so many people!"
"Everyone dies eventually; whether it's early or late, death is inevitable. If you're scared, then don't come," I hung up the phone. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name and turned around quickly. My heart raced when I saw it was Han Mi, the one I had been thinking about constantly.
"Mi." It seemed Zhou Mengyao had contacted her; otherwise, she wouldn't have shown up so promptly. Zhou Mengyao must have called me earlier to inform me about Han Mi but noticed I hadn't responded and sent her over instead.
This reminded me of something else, but I'd wait until Mi arrived.
Mi was just Mi—wearing a round-neck shirt and cropped jeans. She never wore anything revealing; her outfit was fresh and neat, making her look like a pool of clear water without a hint of impurity. Yet amidst her innocent features was a layer of charm that only a woman with experience could possess. Seeing me drenched made her feel sorry for me; she kept asking if I was cold and if I needed to change into dry clothes.
On our way, Mi told me that when she called Chi Xinrong, it was her uncle who answered the phone. She didn't know much about Chi Xinrong's other friends since they weren't exactly close yet. Compared to Chi Xinrong's openness, Mi was more reserved and pure, like plain water.
My clothes were soaked through, making an unpleasant sound as I walked. Several passersby cast surprised glances my way; it was quite embarrassing. Fortunately, there was a clothing store nearby. Despite the crowd with us, Mi walked straight in and came out holding a delicate bag containing new clothes she had bought for me.
"Brother Qi went over there to change." Her direction pointed to a pay restroom. The attendant was a middle-aged woman who looked at me curiously, noticing how drenched I was. I gave her a wry smile and explained, "I just got caught in the rain."
The woman replied politely, "Be careful of catching a cold."
"It's fine, thank you." I stepped into the restroom. Since there was an attendant, it was cleaner than anywhere else, with a faint scent of air freshener lingering in the air. I quickly changed out of my wet clothes and into the new outfit that Mi had bought for me. It felt incredibly comfortable, as if it had been tailored just for me.
As I put on the clothes, I felt a surge of gratitude towards Mi for remembering my waist size.
We rushed to the bus station, knowing that Fatty must have been waiting for a while.
Sitting in the car, Mi leaned against me, resting her head on my shoulder. With each breath, I caught a whiff of her pleasant scent that I could never get enough of. I held her hand gently and whispered, "It feels like a dream; I can't believe you suddenly appeared in front of me."
"Who was the woman that gave you my number?"
"Zhou Jie, the owner of the grocery store."
"Oh!" Mi seemed to ponder this and didn't continue the conversation. As soon as I sat down in the car, drowsiness hit me; my eyes involuntarily wanted to close, as if heavy weights were pressing down on my eyelids.
"He told us."
"He told us."
"He told us."
Suddenly, a crowd dispersed, and at the end where people automatically moved aside, stood a figure—Qin Ye!
A few minutes before Mi arrived, I asked the people on the Blacklist who had informed them that I was looking for them, but they all shook their heads in confusion.
Who exactly is Qin Ye? He appears and disappears without a trace. He is at Ten-Mile Temple, yet unexpectedly shows up in a dilapidated hut beneath Strange Mountain, mingling with someone surnamed Hu. Even though he is at Ten-Mile Temple, he managed to notify people to wait for me when I needed information about the car accident at the Hongqiao Supermarket Entrance.
Qin Ye had a stern expression, his thick, dark eyebrows extending outward from the corners of his eyes. At their highest point, they sharply turned downwards, forming two striking peaks. Paired with his deep, dark eyes, he could intimidate anyone!
I walked towards him, feeling a powerful aura emanating from him as he spoke in an ethereal and magnetic voice: “People around your heart.”
Suddenly—Qin Ye vanished like a wisp of smoke just as I was about to reach him. At the same time, those who had been speaking moments ago also disappeared. The entire open area was left with just me, feeling lonely and desolate. In my bewilderment, a delicate laugh echoed.
Rustling sounds approached as a giant, multicolored python slithered toward me, its tongue flicking in and out. Then, the snake's head stretched out to reveal a human head—I widened my eyes in shock; it was Han Mi. My heart raced wildly as I shouted, “No, no, no!”
“Brother Qi, what’s wrong with you?”
The voice calling out to me helped me break free from the nightmare’s grasp. I opened my eyes just as the vehicle came to a stop. I glanced at Mi; her mouth was slightly agape, her face flushed with nervousness as she stared at me intently.
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