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Chapter 5: Transformed into an Evil Spirit (Part 3)
Chi Xinrong's tear-filled eyes evoked a deep sense of pity. She recounted the misfortunes that had befallen her family after a major upheaval: her father, Chi Zhi Ping, had become mentally unstable, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and staying out all night. One of her students had mysteriously gone missing and tragically died at the hands of Zhu Gang. Although she bore no responsibility for this, the school viewed her differently due to Zhu Gang's connection with Zuna.
Then, she was forced out of her job, and shortly after, Chi Zhi Ping's company declared bankruptcy. Their property was mortgaged to the bank, and their family fell into decline. She had to find work to make ends meet.
The encounter with the thugs was a result of her desperate job search; exhausted from running around, she found herself in that situation. What made her especially grateful was that I happened to be there and intervened on her behalf.
I couldn't help but think that all of this was a matter of causality.
Chi Zhi Ping’s imprisonment for someone else’s crime was unjust. Zuna sought revenge against Zhu Gang at any cost, targeting Chi Zhi Ping in the process. The most dangerous enemies are often those closest to you, something Chi Zhi Ping never anticipated. The Seven Killers could ruin his life.
Unless Chi Zhi Ping honestly revealed who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Unfortunately, he remained stubborn. Even when I offered to help him dispel the negative energy in exchange for information about the mastermind, he refused to disclose anything.
“Here, wipe your tears,” I said, handing her a tissue. She gazed at me with deep emotion before lowering her head to take it and gently dab at her eyes.
Wow! Her gaze had sparked something within me; I couldn’t even look at her afterward. As we got out of the car and walked side by side, we attracted quite a bit of attention—people whispered praises about how well-matched we seemed.
She heard them and took a step away, embarrassed.
I heard it too but felt no need to explain; I silently continued walking ahead.
After some time, she showed no intention of going back. I suspected this had something to do with Chi Zhi Ping’s drunken state and absence.
Who would want to stay alone in that vast, empty house, suffering through the torment of loneliness and coldness?
I never expected that the next sentence from Chi Xinrong would make me realize she had nowhere to go and didn’t know what to do.
"Our house is mortgaged, and lately I've been crashing at other people's places just to get by," she said. Her words struck a chord in my heart, and I felt a pang of sadness. I was no different from her; if it weren't for my grandfather taking me in, I might be in an even worse situation than she was now.
"Why don't you come work at our shop? The pay isn't high, but if you can sing and dance, that would be great. I can introduce you to the Honor Guard," I offered.
Chi Xinrong's fair face flushed a deep red as she nodded modestly. "That would be wonderful. I can sing, but I'll need to learn how to dance."
We walked slowly, stopping occasionally until we arrived at Ma Wu Funeral Home.
I checked the time; it was exactly eight o'clock. What was Fat doing? I pointed at the Funeral Home and asked Chi Xinrong, "Aren't you afraid to go in? If you're scared, I can help you find a place to stay for the night."
"No, I'm not afraid with you here," Chi Xinrong replied. Did she really trust me that much? It felt like the sun had risen in the west. Thinking back to how she had treated me initially—so rude and cold—it was hard to believe.
"If you're really not afraid, then let's just rest here at Ma Wu Funeral Home for the night." I knocked on the roll-up door. Fat must have been really scared; he had locked it up tight. After a few knocks, he finally shuffled over to open it.
He looked a bit out of sorts, but when he saw Chi Xinrong after opening the door, his eyes lit up with excitement. He hurriedly brought tea and chairs, trying his best to impress her.
Chi Xinrong's expression was quite awkward; perhaps she hadn’t expected someone like Fat to be here. Maybe she had overlooked him in her mind and remained unmoved by his attentiveness. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, remembering how Fat would call out "Rongrong" in his dreams.
This time, I would earn myself a good deed card by helping Fat fulfill his long-held wish.
Hearing that Chi Xinrong would be staying at Ma Wu Funeral Home made Fat's spirits soar. He was so cheerful that he completely forgot tonight was supposed to be his unlucky night.
With Chi Xinrong's arrival, Ma Wu Funeral Home suddenly felt vibrant and full of life. An indescribable joy enveloped the three of us, especially Fat, who was in high spirits and complaining about being hungry.
I was also feeling hungry. The question was, who would cook? In the past, it was always Fat who cooked, while Grandpa and I handled the orders.
My thought was that Chi Xinrong was spoiled and wouldn’t be able to take on the responsibility of cooking. But unexpectedly, she volunteered herself, promising to prepare a meal that would impress us.
“Alright then, the kitchen is over there. Fat will take you,” I said.
Chi Xinrong nodded seriously, pursing her lips as she followed Fat toward the kitchen.
Before long, Fat came bouncing back to me, nearly jumping with joy. He raised his eyebrows and winked at me. “Brother Qi, thank you so much! She’s my goddess, and I never dared to hope she would be this close to me. This is my chance! Brother Qi, bless me!”
I suppressed the urge to laugh, worried that this kid might be miscalculating. Who knew what Chi Xinrong was really thinking? Remembering the way she looked at me made me shiver slightly. Not wanting Fat to catch on, I pretended to cough and pinched my nose while nodding repeatedly. “I wish you great success.”
“Thank you, thank you, Brother Qi!” Fat exclaimed, practically dancing with excitement as if he had found treasure.
Calculating the time, I really didn’t want to rain on his parade but felt it necessary to remind him, “Don’t get too happy just yet; let’s see how tonight goes.”
As soon as I said that, the smile on Fat’s face froze. He then took off his shirt to show me a protective talisman he had on him. Damn it, he was a chubby guy and sweated a lot; several parts of the talisman were washed away by sweat and were no longer effective.
I was about to tell him to get some vermilion powder when a loud crash came from the kitchen, sounding like a bowl breaking. Fat and I rushed toward the kitchen almost simultaneously.
Inside the kitchen, Chi Xinrong was in a flurry trying to pick up the broken pieces of a bowl. Fat didn’t shout out her name but she gasped instead. “Ah!” She had cut her finger and blood started oozing out. Seeing blood made my eyelids twitch uncontrollably; an inexplicable sense of foreboding washed over me.
Fat was already by Chi Xinrong’s side, looking distressed as if he wanted to cut his own finger on the broken shards just to share in her pain.
I quickly tore off a piece of Spider Silk from the wall; it was perfect for stopping bleeding. Seeing Chi Xinrong pinching her finger and not wanting Fat to see or touch it, I handed her the Spider Silk. “Here, try this.”
Chi Xinrong looked surprised as he raised an eyebrow at the Spider Silk, his expression filled with disdain and helplessness. "What is this black stuff?"
"Spider Silk stops bleeding quickly and has antibacterial properties," I replied earnestly. My grandfather used it for stopping bleeding.
Chi Xinrong's tone brightened with delight. "Really?" He reached out to take it, and I was genuinely surprised.
As I was about to hand the Spider Silk to Chi Xinrong, the chubby guy quickly moved in, grabbing the Spider Silk with a fawning expression and handed it to Chi Xinrong first.
Chi Xinrong reluctantly accepted the Spider Silk, casting a disinterested glance at him before smiling at me. "Sorry, I broke a bowl while chopping vegetables, and now my finger won't move. What should I do?"
The chubby guy hurriedly leaned in, picked up the knife, and began cutting. "It's fine, I'll do it. You just need to guide me," he said, clearly trying to spend as much time as possible with Chi Xinrong.
I had no objections, but his actions were risky. Yin Yin could appear at any moment, and without some precautions, Chi Xinrong could be in danger.
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