Things of the Past, 1501

school bar. We got to know each other pretty well because we often drank together… When he heard I was going home for a few days, he said he wanted to come see my hometown with me, so I brought him a...Actually, those who walk in the Yin-Yang circle need to cultivate their skills while also being involved in worldly affairs—after all, they have to survive.

Most people, like us, are involved in businesses related to yin and yang. Whether it's dealing with negative energy or encountering ghosts, it's all part of everyday life.

Now my family doesn't have much financial pressure, and I don't pursue fame or fortune when doing things.

So when talking to "the host," I am also more direct and less likely to haggle over the price.

Ms. Yan's late father was my dad's high school homeroom teacher and biology teacher. His lifelong hobby was making specimens.

Herbs, flowers and leaves looked romantic enough as specimens, but when I saw the rooftop cabin filled with countless biological specimens, a subtle fear and disgust arose in my heart.

Cicadas, frogs, snakes... and even a young deer.

Mrs. Yan hid at the doorway, trembling, and said, "I, I don't dare to come in... I always feel like my father is still inside..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint black shadow in the room slowly moved.

That faint shadow resembled the thing that had been flitting about in the living room just now, carrying a whiff of resentment. It must be the spirit of an animal.

It's truly different. In this rooftop hut, I see a place like a tomb.

— A triangular hut, vines climbing the walls and roof, biological specimens inside…

I don't quite understand how to make specimens, but I see that some small insects are pinned inside clear boxes.

Things should return to their proper place. Specimens should be placed in specialized exhibition halls or museums, not in places where people live and rest.

These are, after all, "dead" things, and they are still preserved in their bodies through unnatural means.

Perhaps, to some people, this is "keeping the most beautiful appearance."

But this room's faint black shadows, emerging from unexpected places, clearly affected normal life.

"Yay!" Lan Xi excitedly waved her little hands, as if trying to reach out and grab it.

I tapped Lanxi's hand back, warning him not to reach out randomly.

Parenting books often say that the world through a child's eyes is different from an adult's.

I saw a room full of ghosts, while Lan Xi probably thought she had entered a zoo.

"Did your father live here all his life" I asked standing at the door.

"It wasn't always like this... I'd say about half the time he was there, and then recently, his health has been declining, so he insisted on moving here." Ms. Yan trembled as she rubbed her arms.

Is it alright to move here if you’re not feeling well

Shouldn't someone with frail health live in a place where family can take better care of them Why would they move to a tiny apartment on the top floor

"There's something off about this place," I said, trying to be subtle. "The vines covering the roof look like a shroud, almost like a tomb. And the house is too small; the door opens right into the bed, and there's a beam sticking out right above it."

A horizontal beam pressing down, and a bed facing the door, are all taboos in bedroom Feng Shui.

It is said that the beam presses on the bed, pressing where it hurts there.

In Feng Shui, the doorway is extremely important as it's the entry and exit point for Qi (energy) and Chi (field). With so many dark and gloomy objects in this room, when the door is open, the cold wind blows directly at the bed. This has a very strong negative impact on the person sleeping there.

But the most menacing thing was still the bed frame, it emanates a harmful evil energy. This little hut seems like it was built by oneself and probably wasn't constructed with much attention to detail.

"This... is it really that complicated" Ms. Yan came from a scholarly family, so this explanation was probably the first time she'd heard anything like it.

"Does your father have headaches or insomnia, nightmares, or even brain diseases"

"This, this..." Mrs. Yan's face turned pale, and she whispered: "My father... he... suddenly had a large cerebral infarction..."

This is just it, living in this place with all these negative energies and spirits for years, although most of them are animal spirits, even the old folks can't stand it.

I wanted to ask more, but suddenly a set of hurried footsteps ran up. A middle-aged man with a fierce expression glared at me and shouted, "Who are you!! What are you doing in my house!"

The roar startled me. Mrs. Yan quickly stepped in front of me and said, “This is... This is my old classmate's daughter. She came to visit after hearing the news, replacing her father...”

"What are you looking at! Everyone's been gone for days! What's there to see anymore! Don't you dare come here with any schemes again!" The man was very aggressive. If I hadn't been with the kids, he would have probably shoved me!

I took a step back, leaning against the doorframe. The air behind me suddenly turned icy cold, so frigid that I shivered involuntarily!

All the big and small ghosts in the house darted into every crack like they were escaping for their lives!

This aura... Jiang Qiyun is here.

For so many years, when he appears beside me, he is still silent and invisible, like a dewdrop suddenly falling on the water's surface, quietly merging into different worlds.

His two slender fingers reached out, pinching the tiny hand that Lán Xī had extended from my embrace. He said softly, “A child is innocent.”

Huh

I was taken aback and, following the direction of Lan Xi's small hand, I saw that this little fellow was actually reaching out to pull down a snake hanging from the door frame!

This snake is a ghost too. Lan Xi isn't afraid of these things at all, and she just squashed the ghost of a bird earlier!

So I wasn't so careful...after all, he's the son of a god. These little spirits aren't much of a threat.

"...this, he just squeezed one out, I can see he's very excited, and he didn't get hurt." I explained in a low voice.

Jiang Qiyun gave me a cold glance: "Ignorant child, are you also ignorant He's so young, how could he possibly understand the art of pacifying spirits Bringing these small things' ghosts to ruin is adding unnecessary karma."

I didn't dare to speak up, how was I supposed to know this kid was so fast

I should have brought him scratch-proof gloves when we went out.

"This is an old acquaintance of my father's, I came to help take a look. Lan Xi wouldn't let go, so I held him and carried him out." I explained.

The man and Ms. Yan argued for a few words, didn't hear me speak softly.

Mrs. Yan was mild-tempered and rarely argued. She was intimidated by the man to tears. Mr. Chen, hearing the commotion, ran upstairs from downstairs.

"What are you doing, what are you doing You're yelling at the guests! What rules do you have in your house" Old Man Chen exclaimed angrily.

The middle-aged man was younger than Old Chen, and he didn't take this thin and wiry old man seriously. He didn't dare vent his anger at me, so he took it out on Old Chen instead.

Rush up and grab Chen's collar, yelling: "What kind of con artists are you! You came to my house to bully my mom, is that it What are you looking at My dad is dead, what's there to look at!"

Old Chen wouldn't let himself be taken advantage of, he immediately retorted, and the two began to pull at each other.

The man seemed insane, his eyes bloodshot, he grabbed Old Mr. Chen and slammed him to the ground —

"You little brat, how could you, how could you treat a customer like that!" As soon as the old woman stepped out of the apartment door, she was unexpectedly bumped into by Old Chen, landing headfirst into a nearby flower bed!

"Oh! Mom—" Mrs. Yan was startled and rushed over to help the old woman!

The old woman bumped her head and suddenly her eyes became cloudy and confused. I was also scared and just about to run over to help, when Jiang Qoyun suddenly grabbed my wrist!

"What, what's wrong" I turned back to him anxiously.

He coldly shook his head.

At that very instant, the old woman suddenly sprang to her feet and cried out, "Despicable child! Despicable child!!"

She danced around wildly, jumped up, and climbed onto the flower bed railing. I thought she was going to hit her son with something, but she actually wanted to jump off the building!!

"Grab him—" Save him!! I ignored Jiang Qiyun's gesture and shouted out.

Old Chen was close, he rushed over and grabbed the old woman's sleeve! The old woman's son also rushed over!

"Ahhhh!!!!" Mrs. Yan cried out in despair.

With a dull thud.

Chen Lao looked at the broken sleeve in his hand, stunned.

I was shocked beyond words, and Jiang Qiyun, he held my wrist tightly, preventing me from approaching.

>rustling of leaves ceased.In my ears and in my heart, there is only the sound of my own chanting.A sudden cool breath touched my back, waking me.I blankly opened my eyes.The statue of the deity was go...