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Chapter 17 Ghost Month Taboos (Seventeen) "Lin's Pharmacy, abortion pill?" Listening to Zhou Mengyao, I suddenly thought of Lin Tai, the inexplicable Infant Soul in the autistic world. . Yes, Lin's Pharmacy is opened by Uncle Lin's family. It was just registered under the name Lin Tai. That's it, Lin Tai has unnecessarily endured all the sins caused by his mother selling fake medicines to help people have abortions. , will lead to premature death at a young age and premature end of life. But after I went to Lin Tai’s house, I told them what to do and donate all the stolen money to people in need. This would alleviate the sin. I don’t know if Uncle Lin did it or not. “Sister Zhou, don’t dwell on these past things, Ghost Month is coming, you might as well try to talk to your poor child, tell him your truest thoughts, and burn more Joss Paper Maybe he will forgive me." "Thank you." "It's okay, I'm going to work." When I left, the man shook off the cigarette butt in his hand and walked straight towards me. Come here. The latter coughed slightly and walked in the opposite direction towards the store entrance. He did not change direction, but dishonestly grabbed a handful of her chest with his hand. She sternly scolded: "Rogue, take your claws away. "The man didn't stop, but his hand was blocked by Zhou Mengyao. He walked towards where I was standing, and when he was one meter away from me, he cursed: "What a cunt! You girl can really hold it tight and let people poke you inside, and you still pretend to be aloof." Hearing this man's words and Zhou Mengyao's attitude towards him, I suddenly became furious and clenched my fists. I really want to hit it with my fist. "Qi, go and get busy, don't waste time." Zhou Mengyao looked at the black line on my head and reminded me hurriedly. At this moment, the man had already walked away. Real people should not be judged by their appearance. This person did not look like a gangster, but he was indeed a gangster. Later, Zhou Mengyao told me about this person’s dark history, and I felt that I had really misunderstood her. I approached the place where Yuyaya happened, and my phone rang without warning. I picked it up and looked at it, and thought to myself: Chi Xinrong, you finally surfaced. He picked up the phone and asked: "Chi Xinrong, where are you?" There was silence on the phone for a while.
I pressed further, "Why aren't you talking?"
The voice that came through the phone wasn't Chi Xinrong, but her uncle.
"Ma Qi, something happened to Rongrong. You need to come quickly."
Something happened to Chi Xinrong? What could possibly happen to her! I glanced suspiciously at my phone screen, as if trying to see Chi Xinrong's face reflected there. I had never thought of her as particularly important in my life, but hearing her uncle mention something happening to her made my heart skip a beat, and I felt a twinge of anxiety.
The location where Yuyaya had encountered trouble was only a few feet away. I could clearly see a charred mark on the ground; the ashes from the Joss Paper burned the night before had already been cleaned up by the cleaners, leaving only that burnt trace that couldn't be removed.
I held my phone tightly, as if gripping a blacklist, where everyone listed was destined to die.
The names on that blacklist were soon to vanish from this world. I needed to find the physical form of the Evil Spirit before it could strike and eliminate those people. I carried my grandfather's Dao Bottle with me for capturing ghosts. If it weren't for Chi Xinrong's uncle calling me, I might have lingered at the scene a bit longer.
Just as I was about to leave and catch a ride to Chi Xinrong's uncle's house, I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. Underneath a utility pole stood a girl whom I had never seen before. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her delicate face was pale and tender, with a pair of watery eyes filled with panic. The moment our eyes met, she looked at me nervously and hurriedly left the pole to go elsewhere.
Who was she?
In any case, I had never seen her before. When I returned to Zhou Mengyao's grocery store, she had resumed her normal routine of cleaning the dust off the counter glass. In such a short time, she had changed into another outfit—a pink shirt that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her exquisite figure. The way her body was shaped was undeniably alluring; her slender waist and long legs were clad in thin white jeans, and she wore red flip-flops that playfully revealed her toes. A silly thought crossed my mind: if only I could transform into those flip-flops.
Damn it, Ma Qi! When did you become so shameless?
She was a young married woman; how could I have such thoughts? Yet her outfit seemed tailored just for me, showcasing the unique maturity of a married woman in full bloom. The flirtation in her gaze made my heart race uncontrollably. When she slightly raised her head and saw me, she cheerfully asked, "Are you done with your business?"
I stood there dumbfounded, completely lost in my thoughts and failing to register what she said. No matter from which angle I looked at her, she was irresistibly captivating. Her beauty radiated from within and shone outward; it was seamless and harmonious. A woman who had never weathered life's storms would never reach such a level—this was what they called mature charm.
The colorful feather duster made a sound as it was lightly placed down, and I nodded as if waking from a dream. "Thank you, Sister Zhou. I still have some things to take care of. Is it really okay to leave this car here?" Truthfully, I wanted to stay a bit longer, partly because Han Mi hadn't contacted me in a while, partly due to that inexplicable spring dream from last night, and perhaps because of my slight infatuation with Zhou Mengyao. In any case, I truly didn't want to leave so soon, but I had no choice.
Zhou Mengyao seemed unaffected on the surface, but there was a hint of displeasure and disappointment in her eyes. I couldn't tell if she liked me for being a boy or if she was simply curious about how I compared to her husband. Maybe I was overthinking it; perhaps she just saw me as a younger brother since she had no family in this city.
"Go ahead; the car will be fine here."
As I walked away from Zhou Mengyao, I could still feel her gaze on me from behind. I didn't look back even once, forcing myself to walk faster—not because I feared being unable to move after turning around or being caught in her schemes, but rather out of superstition regarding certain matters.
What those matters were, any man would understand. I smirked to myself and adjusted the strap of my backpack as I hurried toward the bus station. The contents of my backpack were light and minimal, filled only with essential tools like the Soul Absorbing Talisman, a spirit compass, and a cinnabar pen.
After getting off the bus, I still had to walk a bit further to reach Chi Xinrong's Uncle's house. It took about ten minutes, during which I hoped nothing had happened to Chi Xinrong. Several times, I attempted to call her but ultimately decided against it at the last moment.
Finally arriving at Chi Xinrong's Uncle's house, I spotted a car parked outside from a distance. However, it wasn't Chi Xinrong's usual vehicle; it was a Black Mercedes.
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