Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Kuang Zhiming hid behind his wife with red ears. However, his wife Xu Xiaofeng looked very professional. After entering the elevator, she took a compass and turned it around. She didn’t find anything wrong and asked Tan Fu, “Are you sure the problem happened here that day?”
After Tan Fu came in, he was still a little scared. He couldn’t help but tighten his belt as he briefly recounted what happened that day. After listening, Xu Xiaofeng pondered for a while: “If you hadn’t reacted at the time, or were lured out by him, you would probably be torn to pieces now.”
Wei Xi was very happy when he heard this. He was actually standing outside and tempting people to step on him and fall to death. Wasn’t this endangering people’s lives?
It had been a long time since he had come across something edible like this.
He immediately exchanged glances with his second disciple, whose expression was a bit complicated. After looking at him for a while, he said in a deep voice, “It should be a substitute ghost.”
Kuang Zhiming and Xu Xiaofeng looked at each other when they heard this. This seemingly informal Taoist temple seemed to be of some standard.
Some ghosts who died suddenly had such deep obsessions that they could not be reincarnated. Their souls were also trapped around the place where they died and could not leave. Therefore, if they wanted to be free, they could only seek other ways and find other living souls to stay here in their place.
The ghost that Tan Fu saw was probably trying to trick him into dying in its place.
Tuan Tuanyi now had some professional knowledge, and upon hearing this, he immediately asked the property manager who was following him: “Has there ever been an accident in the elevator shaft before?”
The person in charge was shocked when he heard this, then he answered with a pale face: “It seems… a long time ago, when the building was still under construction, there were some rumors. It was said that a group of young people secretly climbed up to shoot extreme videos when no one was working, and an accident occurred… But the developer is said to have paid the money, and the community has really not had any accidents for many years since it was opened. How could it suddenly…”
Tan Fu was almost scared to death after hearing this. Could it be that he was the unlucky guy chosen by God?
It seemed that this was the cause of the trouble. As for the reason given by the person in charge, everyone was at a loss for words. After the elevator reached the 37th floor, everyone went out to check around and found nothing unusual. Kuang Zhiming suggested, “Take us to the bottom floor to take a look.”
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Wei Xi and his group hesitantly. He originally wanted to suggest that if they were afraid, they could wait outside. After all, a new and unknown little Taoist who ran a strange company didn’t look like someone who really had any ability. But after hearing what he said, Wei Xi nodded without hesitation: “Let’s go.”
Kuang Zhiming was stunned for a moment, and then he heard his wife come over and whisper, “If anything happens later, leave the magic weapon to me and escort them away first.”
….
The bottom of the elevator shaft was filled with damp, cold air.
The person in charge turned on all the light tubes, but the lighting was still not very good. There were simple concrete walls everywhere, and the basement outside the elevator shaft stood quietly, with long shadows cast by the lights. Tan Fu followed Wei Xi closely. He was very scared after hearing their speculation just now, and he kept talking about his recent bad luck. Falling on flat ground and hitting a telephone pole when going out were child’s play. He was very depressed: “This community has been built for seven or eight years and I haven’t heard of any accidents. How come it happened to me? I must have Mercury in retrograde recently. Everything has gone wrong since I came back from a business trip to Xinnan. The bags under my eyes are getting bigger and bigger. Even my wife is disgusted when she sees me…”
Kuang Zhiming was originally observing the surroundings, but when he heard this, he couldn’t help but look at his eye bags that were almost hanging down to his cheeks. They were really big… It was as if something was filled in them…
Shuo Zong interrupted his Xianglin Sao[1]-like narration and announced in a deep voice: “It’s useless to keep looking like this. We have to lure them out.”
Tan Fu’s voice suddenly disappeared. After a while, he asked tremblingly, “How…how do I lead it?”
Shuo Zong said calmly, “Didn’t you lose your membership card before you met the ghost last night? Throw it away.”
Tan Fu: “…”
Shuo Zong saw that he was trying to cooperate with non-violence and glanced at his senior brother who was stuffing tissues into his nostrils, and said, “Tuan Tuanyi, go take off his pants.”
Tuanyi: “????”
….
Tan Fu finally unbuckled his belt crying. When they saw him take out the membership card from his underwear, Kuang Zhiming and his wife, Lu Wenqing, and the property staff were all speechless. Tan Fu didn’t feel ashamed. As soon as he took out the membership card from his pants, he began to feel insecure. He hesitated for a long time with the card in his hand and was reluctant to hand it to others. He then carefully placed it at his feet.
The moment the membership card left his body, he felt a chill that he had not felt before, and his body began to feel unwell.
Shuo Zong noticed his expression: “What’s wrong?”
Tan Fu took a breath and raised his hands to cover his face: “My eyes are starting to hurt again.”
Shuo Zong frowned when he heard this and looked at Wei Xi. Suddenly he realized a problem. Mr. Tan Fu said that his eyes hurt. Was it related to the troubles he encountered?
Kuang Zhiming and his wife also noticed this, and quickly stepped forward to look at Tan Fu’s face and asked, “Have you brought home anything of unknown origin recently? Antique calligraphy or paintings, or found money?”
“How is that possible? I don’t like antiques and paintings, and I’ve been unlucky lately. It is more like losing money.” Tan Fu twisted the eye drop bottle and recalled in annoyance, “Last time I went to Xinnan, someone gave me a talisman, saying that it was obtained from the Dragon Palace Temple and it can bring me good luck, but I don’t know where the good luck came from.”
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in front of him looked gloomy: “Why…what?”
Shuo Zong said in a deep voice: “Where is the amulet?”
Tan Fu also realized something, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead. He hurriedly took something out of his trouser pocket: “Here, here!”
The amulet was golden in color, of very good texture, with a round pattern engraved in the center.
Kuang Zhiming recognized it at a glance: “I have discussed Taoism with Dragon Palace Temple. This is not the amulet of Dragon Palace Temple.”
Tan Fu’s cold sweat broke out even more: “Then…then where is this amulet from?”
“It’s not a talisman.” Shuo Zong couldn’t stand his intelligence anymore and answered directly: “It’s a request for a replacement.”
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[1] Xianglin sao [Sister Xianglin] is a representative of Chinese laboring women whose lives were destroyed by feudal ethics.