Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

I had no choice. Liu Ruoyi wouldn't calm down, so I reached into my green pouch and randomly pulled out a few talismans. I handed them to her and said, "These are divine talismans. As long as you carry them, no harm will come to you."

Still, she hesitated. "But what if… what if the yellow weasel isn't afraid of them?"

"I'll take care of her before she finds you," I said, firm and confident.

She finally relented, after hearing me repeat this promise over and over again. She got into her red Mercedes coupe, rolled down the window and softly said, "Thank you." Then, slowly, she disappeared from my sight.

Jiang Shiyu, who had been quietly standing nearby, gave a somewhat awkward smile. "Am I being too much of a third wheel here?"

"Not at all!" I quickly replied. "Sorry… you go on ahead. I've still got some things to handle." I gestured toward Cui Hai, who was still covered in blood and dirt, sitting like a broken doll.

"All right. Then I'll get going. If anything happens, call me." She hesitated a moment before adding, "Actually… maybe you should go see Master Miaoyin."

I thanked her for the suggestion. But go to Miaoyin? Why would I do that? Am I supposed to betray my sect? My ancestral master had already warned me clearly about messing with karma. If I went running to a monk now, how would that look?

What if my master and Miaoyin ran into each other in the heavens one day, chatting about disciples? I'd make my master lose face. That's like smearing dirt right across his immortal reputation.

Still… I suppose I understood the thought. The Night Patrol God had warned me for a reason. But my master did approve of me building the Daoist temple back in the village. I figured that meant earning divine favor wasn't a bad idea. After all, immortals were once human too. People say they've cut off all human emotions—but let's be honest, stories of gods falling in love with mortals always start with some level of "being nosy."

Eventually, everyone dispersed. Just me and Cui Hai remained.

I waved him over. If it weren't for Liu Ruoyi, I honestly wouldn't have bothered with him. I'm no saint. I'm not his dad. There's no reason for me to keep putting up with his crap. So my tone was far from gentle:"Come here."

He approached cautiously, still glancing over his shoulder like a paranoid ghost. When he got close, I said, "You're coming with me."

He slapped his thigh and praised me for being "a real bro." Truth be told, he had been lingering behind, clearly hoping I wouldn't ditch him. But I had to break it to him:

"That yellow weasel is already following you.No one else can see her. Only I can help you now."

I could tell he was shaken. Deservedly so. If I didn't go with him tonight, he would definitely die. It's karma. That nest of yellow weasels had been minding their own business. And he just smashed them for no reason.

It's like destroying a wasp nest on your roof. They weren't bothering anyone. But now? You'd better believe they're coming for you.

"Come on, get in the car," Cui Hai said, trying to lighten the mood. "Tonight I'll treat you right! Big city of Shenyang, sauna, massage—full service! I know all the best spots in Da Dong District. First, we hit up Nanfeng Club. And afterward, I've got a few Russian girls—real college students. Bro, I've got you covered! Don't be shy."

He was trying to act tough, but I could hear the fear in his voice. It was all bluff.

I didn't reply. I just got in the car with him.

He kept glancing at the rearview mirror, clearly feeling something.

I finally said, "Stop looking. Your instincts are right. That woman is behind you right now. You just can't see her. If I weren't in this car with you tonight, you'd be dead."

His face drained of all color. Trembling, he whispered, "Bro… seriously? I felt something the whole time, like ice down my spine… Zhang Dabao, please, you've got to save me."

"Pretend not to see her. Drive. As long as I'm in the car, you'll be okay. But don't forget—you killed her five children. You could run to the ends of the earth and she'd still find you."

I took a deep breath. I had made my decision.

I would see this through, no matter the cost.Even if it meant descending through all ten levels of hell.Because a man must repay what he owes—even if it costs his life.