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Chapter 57: Fire in the Backyard
Fat Yi's words shocked me, making me gasp in disbelief as my mind exploded with confusion. A cold breeze blew, slightly waking me from my daze, and I desperately denied that what Fat had said was true. I hesitated, taking a few steps while pondering. I had been so focused on wondering who the shadow I first saw was that I hadn’t paid attention to how he walked. Meanwhile, Fat had been jumping around us, and if there was truly something wrong, he would have seen it most clearly.
But I really couldn’t believe that Lao Luo walked on tiptoe; it was too absurd. No, Lao Luo couldn’t be the problem. He had genuinely saved both me and Fat earlier, even though it felt eerie and strange.
"How is that possible? Stop talking nonsense," I said as I walked, trying to stop Fat from going on. Yet inside, I was anxious, ruminating over everything. I didn’t feel anything off about Lao Luo; the only oddity was his firm refusal when I asked for help at the hospital, followed by his unusual appearance before us, bringing along Yin Yin’s Skull.
Skull is the Achilles' heel of Evil Spirits? This was the first time I had heard such a thing. My grandfather had encountered Evil Spirits before but used different methods. It seemed he relied on the two Evil Spirits to fight each other until they were both weakened, allowing him to take advantage of the situation and subdue them both.
There was another question: if Fat said Lao Luo walked on tiptoe, did that mean he was a ghost?
No way! How could I trust the words of this good-for-nothing?
Damn it! I, Ma Qi, am a principled person; without solid evidence, I won’t easily believe what others say. If this were a while ago, I might have trusted Fat. Ever since he unceremoniously kicked me out, I've held no fondness for him. If it weren't for my grandfather's dying wish for us to share hardships together and care for one another, I wouldn’t bother with his life or death.
Dismissing Fat's words indeed lightened my mood significantly; as I walked briskly ahead, I quickly outpaced him.
Fat shouted from behind, "Brother Qi, wait for me!"
I turned to look at him and discreetly pulled out a piece of paper. With a quiet breath and a few muttered incantations, I stomped my foot and commanded, "Go."
The paper caught my breath and transformed into a Paper Ghost with the spell. The Paper Ghost floated towards Fat, occasionally brushing against his head. He looked up in confusion as the ghost twirled around and gently tapped his shoulder. Fat froze in place and began spinning around nervously.
"Strange, there's nothing here."
I strode forward confidently while he spun around without seeing anything. Anxiously, he hurried towards me, panting heavily and extremely tense. "Brother Qi, just now I clearly felt something hitting my head and touching my shoulder, but I couldn't see anything. Do you have Demon Eyes? Can you check what's causing this?"
Only two people knew about my Demon Eyes: my grandfather and Lao Luo. How could Fat know? I stopped in my tracks, scowling at him as I demanded, "What Demon Eyes? How do you know about that?"
Seeing my expression made Fat a bit scared; he took a few steps back before awkwardly laughing and standing still again. His eyes darted around nervously as he stammered, "I... heard it from Grandpa."
I snorted coldly and stepped closer to interrogate him further. "Your grandfather told you? Are you sure?"
Fat gulped nervously; his expression looked more like crying than laughing as he replied, "Brother Qi, I... eavesdropped on your conversation with Grandpa."
Damn! This brat is really something else. How dare he eavesdrop on my conversation with Grandpa so openly? What else wouldn't he dare to do? I stared at him intently, saying nothing. He couldn't figure out what I was thinking or what I would do next, and his anxiety only grew, beads of sweat pouring down his face.
This place was isolated, with no village in sight and no shops around. The road led straight to Outer South Street, which connected to the suburbs, but there was still a distance to cover. On both sides of the road were leased lands, cultivated by contractors into lush plantations. If someone were to be killed and dumped here, it would take a while for anyone to notice—unless it started to smell.
The fat guy seemed to realize this; he trembled all over and kept begging for mercy. "Brother Qi, I swear I only heard a little and then got scared and ran away."
I knew he wouldn't dare listen too closely, but I couldn't let my guard down. He wasn't just some ordinary greedy gambler anymore. Once bitten, twice shy; after being inexplicably chased away the first time, I had developed a wariness toward him.
I fixed him with a provocative gaze, flexing my fingers as the joints cracked ominously.
"Brother Qi, don't do this. Have you forgotten what Grandpa told us?" The fat guy put on a shameless expression typical of a rogue. He revealed his trump card, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as if to say that Ma Qi wouldn't dare do anything to him.
This brat! Initially, I intended to scare him, but seeing his arrogant and ugly demeanor now truly tested my limits. With Paper Ghost hovering above him, I suddenly shouted, "For your shamelessness, I must give you a punch."
My fist flew like the wind. With a dull thud, the impact echoed under the pale streetlight. The fat guy let out a yelp, clutching his nose as blood streamed through his fingers, instantly staining the back of his hand red.
Hmph! I'll let Paper Ghost deal with this brat slowly; I'm heading back now. Without looking back, I strode forward confidently.
Behind me, the fat guy wailed loudly, spewing all sorts of filthy words from his slightly plump mouth, like raindrops dissolving in the air. I walked far away but could still hear him howling like a slaughtered pig—
This was merely a punishment for that brat; don't worry, he won't die—he'll just be scared out of his wits by Paper Ghost.
The Funeral Home loomed in the distance. As we left, the makeshift mourning hall had been cleaned up neatly, and the lights were turned off. It was meant for the two girls to rest well, but now I saw that the Funeral Home was brightly lit. Were they not asleep?
Without time to think further, I quickened my pace and rushed toward the Funeral Home like a gust of wind.
Before I even entered, I heard the girls crying and complaining.
It was Chi Xinrong's voice; she seemed to be scolding Han Mi. "It's you! While I was asleep, you did something to my face! Ugh, so disgusting!"
"Hey! You're so disgusting! How could I possibly do anything to you?" Han Mi replied with an air of grievance and helplessness.
What had happened between these two girls? Confused, I knocked on the door.
Hearing the sound of the rolling door, the two girls nervously huddled together and screamed, "It's coming again! It's coming again!"
"Hi, it's me, Ma Qi."
"It's Ma Qi." Han Mi anxiously opened the door. When she saw me, she rushed over and began to rain down soft punches on my back, her voice a mix of playful scolding and tears. "Where have you been? You scared us to death! It was so terrifying just now."
I guessed they were frightened by the Paper Figurines in the store, which is why all the lights were on? I reassured her, "Men do things that women will never understand. What could possibly scare you? You could go to Xie Ming Manor alone and scare me instead." As I listened to Han Mi's sobs, my eyes caught sight of Chi Xinrong, who was glaring at us with tears streaming down her face, filled with resentment. She was furiously wiping her face with a tissue.
Sigh, I don't understand the world of women. Why did Han Mi's presence provoke her anger?
I gently pushed Han Mi away and kept signaling her with my eyes; this wasn't good with others around. I softly comforted her, "Mi, it's okay now. Don't cry."
Han Mi leaned against me, seemingly enjoying the moment, perhaps intentionally putting on a show for someone.
Chi Xinrong stumbled to her feet and staggered a few steps forward. Unexpectedly, she tore Han Mi away from me like ripping a piece of cloth and swung a slap at me. I quickly grabbed her hand and glared back at her. "Are you crazy? Why are you hitting me?"
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