The ultimate master in the city

The man inside suddenly burst into tears, crying, "I'm useless! I'm so useless! Stop bothering the children, I'll go downstairs and join you! I'll hang myself tonight!"

The old woman, known as "Ask the Goddess," shouted angrily, "Die! Die now! I must have been blind to marry such a good-for-nothing!"

Just then, two teenage boys ran out from the inner room, knelt down beside the "spirit medium," and cried out, "Mom! Please, just go! Let us live! We don't want to die, and Dad doesn't want to die either! Please!"

The fierce look of the "Ask the Goddess" disappeared, and she suddenly fell silent.

Inside the house, the family was weeping bitterly. Several women outside, unable to bear the sight, mustered their courage and went in to comfort them: "Ah Feng, it's not easy for those three men to live, but they're not going to follow you down with them, right? Old Lan is right, what if the child does well and gets into university? Then the family's life will definitely be better..."

After a series of rambling and incoherent attempts at persuasion from several women, the "fortune teller" finally sighed and said, "Forget it! Forget it! Maybe I was wrong. I'm leaving. I won't come back. Lazybones, take good care of the children."

As he spoke, he trembled and collapsed to the ground.

The middle-aged man and several women quickly stepped forward to help her up. They asked her what was wrong. Grandma Mi was dizzy and unsteady. It took her a while to pat her forehead and come to her senses. Then, without saying a word, she got up, shook her head, and went out.

"Ask Granny, you haven't taken the money yet." The middle-aged man quickly took out two hundred yuan and chased after her to give it to her.

"Oh, oh, oh..." The old woman seemed not to be fully awake. She took the money, lowered her head, and walked out of the courtyard. She was over forty years old, and her steps were unsteady like an old woman.

Zhou Fengchen gave Monk Yuanzhi a wink and quietly followed him.

When they reached a secluded part of the alley, they stopped the old woman from both ends, calling out, "Stop!"

Granny Mi looked up and around wearily, then asked, "What do you want?"

They spoke as if they didn't know them at all, without a trace of panic or fear.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance, thinking to themselves how strange it was. They asked the old woman if the ghost she had just invited had left, and now there was nothing dirty on it and nothing unusual about it. What was going on?

Monk Yuanzhi asked in a low voice, "Could it be that we've misjudged the situation?"

Zhou Fengchen was also unsure, after all, it was all just wishful thinking on his part. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Then what was she doing in our neighborhood? There are only a few households, it's impossible for someone to ask her to tell fortunes, right?"

At this moment, Ge Jiaying caught up from behind and asked the old woman, "Third Aunt, do you know these two masters? Do they need to see you?"

The rice-seeking old woman paused for a moment, "What kind of master are you? What do you want with me? I'm not asking about rice today."

That's a strange thing to say; it's as if they really don't know each other.

Monk Yuanzhi said, "Don't you remember us? We met at the Ge family's house."

Granny Mi shook her head. "Don't even mention it. I was so dizzy and confused after leaving the Ge family. I was like I was asleep. I only started to feel better this morning. If Old Lazy hadn't begged me on his knees, I wouldn't have come today."

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged glances. Zhou Fengchen's face turned cold, and he asked, "Did you go to our neighborhood last night?"

Grandma Mi blinked, puzzled, and said, "Which neighborhood? I don't know. I've been feeling dizzy these past two days, like... there's something stuck on me that hasn't left. I went to sleep early last night."

At this moment, Monk Yuanzhi's expression changed, and he pulled Zhou Fengchen aside, saying, "I know what happened!"

"What happened?" Zhou Fengchen asked curiously.

Monk Yuanzhi said, "The spirit woman has been possessed by too many evil spirits, and her constitution is different from that of ordinary people. No evil spirit can stay with her for long."

Zhou Fengchen was getting impatient. "What are you trying to say?"

Monk Yuanzhi said urgently, "Do you remember that little girl when we were at her house? She ran out to buy soy sauce as soon as she saw us. Her father said she's been very afraid of people these past few days. What do you mean by that? I paid a few more glances and noticed that she kept glancing back at us as she walked. I suspect that the ghost has possessed her."

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat. He felt that Monk Yuanzhi's words made a lot of sense, and he quickly said, "Ge Jiaying, quick! Take us to Granny Mi's house, don't let that thing get away!"

Ge Jiaying was completely confused, but seeing that the two masters were in a hurry, she quickly ran towards the alley entrance, "I'll go get the car!"

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi practically carried the old woman as they ran outside.

After getting in the car, the four headed straight for the city.

Unfortunately, it happened to be rush hour, and by the time I rushed there, it was already dark.

Since the car couldn't go in, the four of them walked to the alley where Granny Wenmi lived.

This area is full of old houses, with alleys one after another. When we reached a corner, a large group of people dressed in mourning clothes suddenly appeared at the intersection ahead, along with several people playing suona horns. There was a mourning tent next to us, and the sound of weeping was deafening.

When they encountered a funeral, even if they were in a hurry, they felt embarrassed to rush over, as it was considered unlucky. So Zhou Fengchen and his companions stopped and waited for a while.

Grandma Mi, completely unaware of what had happened at home, looked at the mourning hall and even had the leisure to sigh, "Old Lady Yan is finally dead. Sigh! She lived to be eighty-eight. Her husband died young, and she spent the first half of her life raising four sons with great difficulty. In the second half, she took care of a bunch of grandchildren. When she got sick in her old age, no one cared or asked about her. Now that she's dead, her children and grandchildren are all pretending to be filial. What's the point of living?"

"One shouldn't see things too clearly while alive; if you understand too much, you might as well be dead," Monk Yuanzhi sighed. "For example, last night, my brother and I had tens of thousands of dollars burned; we were devastated!"

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"What nonsense are you spouting?" Zhou Fengchen spat and glanced casually into the mourning hall.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered an old raccoon dog perched on the old woman's corpse on the large mahogany bed, licking her face affectionately.

A group of men, women, and children, dressed in mourning clothes and weeping, were a beat late in noticing the old raccoon cat, but they didn't pay it any mind and just waved it away.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi exchanged a glance and said, "This is really interesting. The cat spirit is borrowing our energy; something bad is about to happen!"

Suddenly, something strange happened in the mourning hall. The old woman's corpse, dressed in her burial clothes, suddenly sat up with a "whoosh," then wobbled out of the mourning hall and headed straight for Zhou Fengchen and the others at an alarming speed.

"Ahhhhh—"

Only then did the people in the mourning tent realize what was happening, and a series of heart-wrenching screams erupted before many of them fainted.

The group of people dressed in mourning clothes who came over also started shouting and making a ruckus.

Grandma Wenmi and Ge Jiaying screamed in fright and quickly hid to the side.

Zhou Fengchen and Monk Yuanzhi also wanted to dodge. They weren't scared, but they felt a bit disgusted. Monk Yuanzhi dodged, but Zhou Fengchen bumped into someone and then felt his left leg tighten as it was held firmly by a pair of hands.

He looked back and couldn't help but give a wry smile.

The old woman's shriveled corpse clung tightly to him, lifeless, lying motionless on the ground. Her black and white burial clothes shone brightly under the light, and a faint stench of death filled his nostrils.

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