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Chapter 054: Transforming into an Evil Spirit (Part Four)
The three of us sat in our respective places, deliberately leaving one spot open. Under the watchful gaze of Chi Xinrong, I set out a bowl and chopsticks as usual, respectfully poured a cup of wine, and called out, "Grandpa, it's time to eat." Then I waved my hand at them, "Dig in."
The fat one was overly eager, quickly piling ribs into Chi Xinrong's bowl, making her feel quite embarrassed and awkward.
I smiled slightly, ignoring her pleading eyes, shook my head, and focused on stuffing food into my mouth.
This was the most perfect dinner at Ma Wu Funeral Home since Grandpa passed away.
For a long time, the two of us men had been at odds, hardly speaking. Now with Chi Xinrong joining us, even though it was just for a brief moment, there was a subtle change in the atmosphere of the room.
The fat one became sensitive, always wary of me being alone with Chi Xinrong. He constantly inserted himself between us, forcing me to retreat.
Girls like cleanliness.
Chi Xinrong wanted to take a shower, but the fat one couldn't follow her; he completely forgot what day it was.
"Fatty, it's getting late. You should hurry up and prepare."
I was drawing talismans while he needed to get ready to bring out the Ink Thread used for Exorcism that Grandpa had kept, along with the Black Dog Blood stored in the freezer, the Peach Wood Sword, the Bagua Mirror, and other items.
As they say, when the emperor is not anxious, it’s the eunuchs who are. I was talking while he ignored me completely, resting his chin on his hand and continuously glancing toward the bathroom. How could this guy be so oblivious? Even at this moment, he still had his mind on Chi Xinrong in the shower.
If only I had known earlier not to bring Chi Xinrong home.
I was filled with frustration and gave him a light slap. He pouted in displeasure and scurried off to the back room to fetch something.
"You all see the red moon..." I was in the middle of drawing talismans when someone shouted about the red moon. I quickly set down my vermilion brush and walked outside.
The night sky was pitch black, but at some point, an eerie and strange blood-red moon had appeared, casting a ghostly glow that sent chills down my spine. This bizarre phenomenon was enough to make anyone feel uneasy.
The red moon represented extreme yin and coldness, signaling that the righteous energy in the world was weak, evil energy was rampant, and resentment and hostility were strong.
When things are out of the ordinary, there must be something sinister at play. I calculated with my fingers and felt a wave of dread wash over me—this was a bad omen!
Seeing the crowd gathered outside, I quickly called out to them, "Everyone, go back and lock your doors! No matter what you hear tonight, do not come out."
My grandfather had always maintained good relations with our neighbors. They knew my words were not without reason. I wasn't trying to scare anyone; I just felt that tonight was particularly unusual.
One reason was that I had previously calculated that Yin Yin would come looking for Fatty for revenge. The second reason was that this red moon had appeared too mysteriously.
Upon hearing my warning, the neighbors who had been discussing the red moon quickly dispersed, hurrying home with their families to shut their doors tight.
Since my grandfather had passed away, many new funeral homes had sprung up along this street, occupying more than half of it. Some mischievous souls jokingly referred to this street as "Dead Street," a place dedicated to serving the deceased, also known as "Funeral Street."
In an instant, our so-called Dead Street transformed into a dark and eerie place. Aside from the streetlights generously casting a pale white glow, all other places—including the windows of two- and three-story homes—were shrouded in darkness.
With the appearance of the red moon tonight, it seemed that Fatty's fate was grim.
Grandpa was overweight and had a bad fate; born during the hour of the pig, he lacked family support and had no one to rely on. It seemed to be true. Just by going to invite Lao Luo regarding this matter, everything could be clarified.
As for the current situation, there was only one way to save the fat man.
That was to fake his death.
This kind of faking death was different from medical faking; he needed to lie in a coffin while I arranged a fake funeral.
Although it was fake, we had to make it look real on the surface. Not only did we need to scare the living, but we also had to deceive the dead. As long as the fat man got through tonight, dealing with the Yin Marriage matter would be easier. We could pull Yin Yin out of her unwilling Yin Marriage, at least reducing her resentment by half. This way, things wouldn’t continue to worsen.
The fat man took out the necessary items and laid them out one by one, pretending to be serious while distractedly glancing toward the bathroom.
“Zhu Pang, what time is it? Why are you still messing around? Hurry up and find a coffin to die in.”
The fat man was afraid of death; upon hearing me say he should die, he shivered in fright, his mouth twitching as if he were about to cry. Just then, Chi Xinrong walked out with her wet hair down, wearing an exaggeratedly large White Shroud.
I stared at her in surprise as she came out.
The fat man turned around and his quirky expression quickly transformed into one of silly admiration. Two blood-red Long Worms slid out of his nostrils, but he completely ignored them and gave Chi Xinrong a thumbs up: “Rongrong, you look amazing, like a water lily just blooming.”
Chi Xinrong shot him a glare and walked straight toward me, tugging at the White Shroud. “What do you think? I look good in your clothes, right?”
Now you understand why I was so surprised!
The girl had somehow gotten her hands on my clothes, and of all times, she decided to wear them while taking a shower. I felt an odd sense of discomfort, as if I had just encountered a dog on a bad day. Those clothes were mine, meant for my own use, and seeing her wear them so closely felt like an intimate encounter—like we were face to face with no distance between us.
Our eyes met, and there was another pair of eyes glaring at me with hostility—red and fierce like a bull's. Then he let out a loud shout and grabbed a nearby stool, raising it high as if to smash it down on me.
"Zhu Pang, what are you doing?" Chi Xinrong turned around in surprise.
The chubby guy chuckled awkwardly, lifting the stool up and down. "Just practicing my arm strength." But his red eyes shot daggers at me, his mouth moving as if he were cursing me.
What a situation I found myself in. I shrugged helplessly, about to say something when hurried footsteps and shouts from behind startled me. I turned to see who it was and felt a wave of joy wash over me; I wanted to greet her with a warm hug.
I embraced Han Mi as she rushed in. My heart ached seeing her drenched in sweat, her bangs soaked through, her face flushed with urgency. She barely had time to nod at the astonished Chi Xinrong before turning to me and the chubby guy, speaking hurriedly, "Something's wrong at my Fourth Aunt's house with the Yin Yin Coffin."
I gently brushed her damp bangs aside. "Don't panic. What happened with the coffin?"
"I heard from my mom that Fourth Aunt lit an oil lamp, and then I heard banging noises coming from inside the Yin Yin Coffin, like something was kicking against the Coffin Lid." Her words sent chills down Chi Xinrong's spine and made the chubby guy uneasy.
I noticed Chi Xinrong's dark expression towards the unexpected guest Han Mi. Now that she mentioned trouble at Han Family Village, I pushed the terrified chubby guy. "Aren't you going to check it out?"
"Even if I go, it's Brother Qi who will handle it. I... I can't do anything." He wanted to help but knew he wasn't cut out for this. Thinking back on his previous attempts only made it more disheartening. If he had any real skills, could Ma Qi still stand in Ma Wu Funeral Home?
"Useless..." Chi Xinrong spat out those words like a thorn piercing into the chubby guy's heart. His plump face twitched as he stammered, "Who are you calling useless? Just wait until you sleep with me; you'll see..."
"Smack!"
The slap landed with a solid impact, leaving the plump one dazed and disoriented.
Chi Xinrong stormed into the inner room, clearly fuming. I guessed she was going to change clothes.
Meanwhile, I comforted Mi, assuring her that it wasn't a big deal and that it was just a figment of her imagination.
Yin Yin was clever; she deliberately created a commotion to distract me, intending to deal with the plump one more easily.
Logically, since I had given the Evil-Subduing Bagua Mirror to Yin Yin's father and he hung it at the door, there shouldn't be any unusual occurrences.
So, I let Mi take a short break. Not wanting to leave her alone, I decided to keep her company with Chi Xinrong for the night.
As for me, I had other matters to attend to with the plump one.
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