After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 143

"This is ridiculous! If there's nothing else, I'm going home." Chen Li said with a frown, "You forced me to come in, so don't blame me if anything goes wrong with your house in the future!"

"Hey—Xiaoli, don't go! At least say a few words to your father-in-law!"

Zhang Feng, Zhang's father, called after him, but hurried footsteps came from down the stairs, followed by the sound of doors slamming. He said irritably to the air, "Uncle Li! What are you afraid of! So what if she hit you a few times!"

The air in the living room seemed to freeze; he couldn't feel even a slight breeze. He sat down on the sofa speechlessly and suddenly felt less afraid.

—He's even afraid of Chen Li, so how fierce can he be!
Zhang Yu had already explained the situation to Bai Chen and asked him to come to his house to see if there was any ghost!

Bai Chen hasn't even finished his meal yet!
Today, we were building trellises for the melon vines at home. It was a huge project, and even with hired help, we couldn't manage it all. So, the three of them were conscripted again, which is why we were a little late.

But Zhang Yu kept urging him like he was dying, and the grown man was almost in tears. Bai Chen had no choice but to put down his rice bowl, tell Qin Xiu that a friend had something to discuss with him, wink at Bai Wei, and then pull Bai Lu into the pickup truck.

Qin Xiu muttered, "If you have something to do, why are you dragging your sister along?"

Zhang Yu opened the car door and got into the driver's seat: "Sis, that old man downstairs from Zhang Yu's house seems to be bothering his family. He asked me to go check it out. You'd better come with me right away! It'll be bad if we're late!"

"Zhang Yu? Is he really that unlucky?"

Bai Lu had just finished eating a chicken leg before Bai Chen pulled her into the car, and her hands were covered in oil. She used a few dust-removing spells on herself, and Bai Chen's car had already driven off. They hadn't gone far before stopping on the side of the road. Bai Chen reached out and opened the Netherworld Path—this was a skill he had practiced diligently for a long time, and he was finally seeing results.

Bai Lu put the car back into her storage ring and asked, "Where did you set the exit? Do you know Zhang Yu's address? Won't our sudden appearance scare his family?"

"Who cares if he's scary or not at this point—but I really don't know his address. However, we can set the exit under the locust tree at Old Xu's house! His house isn't far away, so we can share a location."

Under the locust tree, the array set up by the egrets showed no fluctuations, indicating that Mr. Xu was still immersed in the world of VR.

She looked in that direction based on the location Zhang Yu had shared, and could indeed see a faint aura of yin energy emanating from the seven-story old building. Her lips twitched: "With so little yin energy, even if that old man and Zhang Yu fought, it's hard to assess who would suffer more damage!"

Bai Chen also found it difficult to comment: "He was screaming like a pig being slaughtered; I thought he was being subjected to inhuman torture!"

"We've arrived, let's go take a look."

As Bai Lu walked along, she asked, "You just said that ghost was the old man downstairs from Zhang Yu? He can't see ghosts, so how did he know it was the old man downstairs?"

"Because the old man downstairs just passed away a few days ago, the funeral arrangements haven't been taken down yet. He was going home late last night, and he passed by his house. When he got home, he felt something was wrong. Later, his parents told him that yesterday was the old man's seventh day memorial! I guess he was scared, and he connected it to the old man. Later, he fell asleep and slept until six or seven o'clock tonight. When his parents came home, they found the house in a mess, everything that could be broken was broken. The whole family connected it to last night and became even more certain that it was the old man downstairs. He was so scared that he called me!"

"Friendly reminder: he went back in the early hours of this morning, and that old man's first day after his death is today."

Many people habitually feel that as long as it's not dawn, it's still yesterday! Even if it's past midnight and the calendar on their phone has already turned a page. Bai Chen asked, puzzled, "What's going on? Can someone explain?"

"If that old man hadn't died a violent death and hadn't harbored too much resentment to become a vengeful ghost, then after the seventh day after his death, a ghost messenger would have taken him away on time. If it had been yesterday, how could Zhang Yu have encountered a ghost? Moreover, after the seventh day, and another day has passed, the yin energy left by the ghost in this mortal world would have long since dissipated. It wouldn't be like here now, where, although faint, it's still formed!"

"Actually, Zhang Yu wouldn't have been in any trouble even if we hadn't come. At most, he'd just have a few unlucky days. After all, it'll be midnight in a few hours. Once the seven-day mourning period is over, the ghost messengers will come to pick him up—or rather, to pick up the ghost. Let him endure it a bit. He's a newly deceased old man ghost; he can't harm humans. At most, he'll just make a commotion to scare people!"

"What if it's a vengeful ghost?"

"Hmph, if it were a vengeful ghost, Zhang Yu would have been dead long ago today!"

"Yeah, right!" Bai Chen stroked his chin a few times. "We're here, let's go see him—would he really be alright if we hadn't come?"

"Would I eat if I lied to you? If just any ghost could harm people, the world would be in chaos long ago," Bai Lu said. "If Zhang Yu is really scared, tell him to hide in his room and close the doors and windows."

"Can't ghosts walk through walls? What can doors and windows stop them from doing?"

"Aren't you reading a novel? Why do you think ghosts and monsters knock on a family's door and try every means to get someone to open it, instead of just walking through the wall?"

"Yeah! Why? Novels always have these kinds of scenes, it's so annoying, they just force a sense of horror!"

Bai Lu choked: "There is a boundary between the world of the living and the world of the dead. After a person dies, he can stay in the world of the living for seven days in the form of a soul, but that doesn't mean he can go anywhere. He can only go to places that belong to him, such as his own home or public areas. But he can't enter other people's homes unless the homeowner opens the door for him."

"So that's how it is?!" Bai Chen exclaimed, "Sister, don't we have any textbooks for cultivation? You just teach whatever comes to mind, which is too limiting! I can't even take a break!"

What Bai Chen dared not say was—wasn't the teaching good enough?! It's obvious he never went to a teacher's college!

Bai Lu ignored him, and the two went up to the fourth floor and knocked on Zhang Yu's door.

The atmosphere at Zhang Yu's house was fairly harmonious; they had already started watching TV. If the TV hadn't been changing channels on its own, the atmosphere would have been even more wonderful.

Hearing the knock, Zhang Yu jumped up to open the door, and cautiously asked as he grasped the handle, "Who is it?"

Bai Chen brought the cat's eye to his face, his voice booming eerily, "Ghost..."

Zhang Yu: "..."

He opened the door and slammed his iron palm down on the door: "What kind of time is this to be joking with me? Look how smart my TV is, it changes channels by itself!"

Bai Chen and Bai Lu went inside and found the remote control hanging in mid-air, and the person controlling it was actually an acquaintance, or rather, a familiar ghost!
(End of this chapter)