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Chapter 49: Ominous Signs Appear
In this way, lying in bed, Han Mi was sometimes awake and sometimes confused.
After finally breaking free from the entanglement of a lonely spirit, she returned to her body, only to hear the incessant cries by her ear. Drowsily enduring until nightfall, she woke up again to find herself with closed eyes, lying horizontally on the bed.
Han Mi was horrified, but her throat was hoarse from shouting, and no one knew of her existence, let alone see her.
She fled in all directions, evading the pursuit of the Evil Spirits and the entanglement of that female ghost.
In that space invisible to human eyes, everything was gray and misty.
Han Mi looked despondent; no matter where she hid, malicious spirits emerged to grab her, touching and kissing her, relentlessly dragging her toward a terrifying place.
At that moment, a loud commotion erupted.
A man clad in armor with a pale face rushed out from the thick fog.
The man approached and without hesitation grabbed Han Mi and dragged her away.
Han Mi was terrified.
After biting and scratching, she finally broke free from his grasp. She squeezed through any gap she could find and ran down any path available. As she dashed through the forest and across water, she saw a group calling her name and a Wooden Bucket where she could hide. Without thinking, she dove inside.
The surroundings fell silent.
Han Mi rested for a moment in the fight, feeling as if something had thrown her up and then rolled her back down.
Then she saw me.
At that moment, I had just collapsed from exhaustion.
Waking up was a relief.
I comforted Han Mi; words were unnecessary as we exchanged glances, silently promising each other a lifetime together. I then handed a Bagua Mirror to Yin Yin's family, instructing them to hang it above the door of their yard to ensure their safety through the night.
I was utterly exhausted and needed to prepare to return to Ma Wu Funeral Home with Fat Yi for some much-needed rest.
Upon learning that Han Mi was from Han Family Village, and considering all that had happened, I found it strange.
How could such a peaceful Han Family Village encounter so many bizarre occurrences?
So, on my way back to Ma Wu Funeral Home, I kept an eye out and wandered around a bit.
Hearing the sound of water, I strolled over.
Before me, amidst the thick white mist, a tributary of the Min River separated the Han Clan from the rest.
A vast expanse of flat wilderness was intersected by this tributary of the Min River. According to Feng Shui, the fortune of the Han Family Village people seemed decent; water is considered wealth-bringing. Unfortunately, there was no backing mountain behind them.
There is a principle in Feng Shui.
An inch higher is considered a mountain, while an inch lower is regarded as water. Therefore, tall buildings are seen as mountains—like skyscrapers, bridges, and anything that stands an inch taller can be viewed as a mountain.
Moreover, across from Han Family Village, there is a road.
It is the same road where Han Mi knocked my motorcycle into the field.
The road can also be seen as water.
Because an inch lower represents water.
With water both in front and behind, there is a path to wealth, but no support from a mountain.
Looking up at the village, dark energy looms overhead, and a chill creeps down my neck. I have a premonition that this village will face a great disaster.
What kind of disaster it will be, my current abilities are not sufficient to discern immediately. I can only consult Lao Luo about it. Meanwhile, Pang keeps urging me to return. So I decided not to dwell on it too much and made a mental note to handle Yin Yin's matters later.
Returning to Ma Wu Funeral Home.
Pang, with his playful demeanor, reached out to me: "Brother Qi, give me some of the money Grandpa gave you."
"When did Grandpa give me money?" I wondered. Is Pang's head filled with nonsense or has he been dazed by the fumes of money? He shows no remorse and still has the nerve to ask me for cash.
Grandpa didn't give me any money, and even if he did, I wouldn't be foolish enough to let him use it for gambling.
"I'm going to buy groceries. You stay with Grandpa. He’s not giving you money; he’s giving you a fortune-telling."
I sat down, my hands trembling with anger.
Once he had enough, I suddenly stood up, startling him into instinctively stepping back. I tried hard to appear unafraid. "Brother Qi, don't push your luck. You know what happens when someone hoards everything for themselves."
I finally understood.
This fat brat would never change his ways.
After getting beaten up before, he had no choice but to compromise with me. Now that things had calmed down, he started digging up old grievances and even pressured me to hand over Grandpa's money. It was truly unbearable.
I took a step toward him.
He took a step back, looking guilty. "Brother Qi, can't we just get along? Don't resort to violence; it’ll just make us a laughingstock."
"Listen here, you scoundrel. Grandpa has money that you probably can't handle. And by the way, he didn’t give me a single cent. If you want his money, go spend a night in the dark room with him, and he’ll hand it over."
It had been over a month since Grandpa passed away.
The temperature in the dark room was just right; there was no doubt that Grandpa's body hadn't decayed yet. However, even if I gave that fat fool twenty-four chances, he wouldn’t dare step into the dark room.
"Did Grandpa really not give you any money?"
I chuckled lightly and gestured around the room. "When has Grandpa ever saved money? His funds go to Earthquake Orphans, the Red Cross, and he has donated quite a bit to elderly people without anyone to care for them. How much do you think Grandpa could possibly save?"
Fat Yi's face crumpled in pain as he muttered, "Actually, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just wondering what we would do about our lives in the future."
"Is that so?" I patted my pockets, realizing I had no cigarettes. I had just learned to smoke and only thought of it during times of frustration. Unfortunately, I hadn't developed the habit of buying them; the only time I smoked was when I bummed a cigarette from someone at a funeral.
"Brother Qi, from now on, you earn the money, and I'll help you manage it as your assistant—like a modern-day agent."
Fat's mind was filled with thoughts of money; he even dreamed of becoming a celebrity's manager.
Hearing him say that, he seemed to be plotting something.
"Come on, I'm not a star. What kind of agent are you going to be? Just tell me one thing—this is serious. Be honest with me about it, and I won't make things difficult for you. Otherwise, you know what will happen."
Fat chuckled nervously and sat up straight, cautiously asking, "Brother Qi, I have nothing else to hide from you. What do you want to know?"
Seeing his guilty expression made my heart sink. Fat was my only relative, my good friend, Buddy; he couldn't do anything against me for a little bit of profit.
Thinking carefully, aside from taking private jobs like summoning spirits or facilitating Yin Marriages, what else could he possibly do that would harm me?
Suddenly, I thought of the Soul Stone.
I was instantly drenched in cold sweat, unable to continue my assumptions.
"Brother Qi, if you have questions, just ask. I have nothing to hide," Fat interrupted my chaotic thoughts. I lifted my head and scrutinized him; he couldn't meet my gaze and lowered his head, nervously grabbing at his neck.
I stared at his thick, short neck and reached out. "Give me Yin Yin's Ba Zi."
He looked up at me nervously and asked, "What do you want that for?"
I stood up abruptly, causing Fat's face to twitch in surprise. I unexpectedly grabbed his collar and demanded, "Zhu Pang, have you been using Yin Yin's Ba Zi for Yin Marriage behind my back? How many more secrets are you hiding from me?" My voice was loud enough to make the windows tremble.
Fat shivered all over, his face turning an ugly shade.
His neck turned red as he struggled to speak, a hoarse sound escaping his throat. He feigned discomfort and hurriedly said, "Brother Qi, let go! If you don't, I'm going to choke!"
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