Chapter 351

Chapter 351

The power of folk ritual traditions truly opened my eyes.

They had reattached severed chicken heads, and no matter how hard I thought, I could not understand the principle behind it.

I even reached out to touch one. I could clearly feel the break where the head met the neck, yet the chicken was alive, able to run and jump.

When the Thin Master tossed out a handful of rice, the chickens rushed to peck at it.

That proved their bodily functions were normal.

No wonder certain arts were never taught to outsiders. Perhaps this was the mystery of the Meishan Arts. According to legend, the folk tradition had formed when the Meishan branch of Daoism blended with local shamanic practices.

It was difficult for Mystic Sect practitioners to survive these days, so naturally, everything handed down by their Ancestral Masters was precious. If too many people learned those arts, they would lose their mystery. Scarcity created value, after all.

One chicken kept circling Su Yi.

It seemed to recognize him. Like a cat, it repeatedly rubbed its head against his trouser leg.

Su Yi did not understand. He only found it miraculous.

The Fat Master walked over. “That chicken probably contains the soul of your sister’s child, your nephew. As long as the child hasn’t entered reincarnation, he is still technically your nephew in this life. You share blood, so he finds you familiar and comforting.”

Su Yi froze and stared at the chicken by his feet. Then he picked it up and held it in his arms.

The chicken did not struggle. Like a baby, it kept nuzzling against him.

Su Yi held the chicken and wept without stopping.

The scene looked somewhat comical, but the truth behind it was helpless and tragic.

Su Yi’s younger sister, who had grown up beside him, was dead. A family member who had shared his life for more than twenty years was simply gone.

Holding the chicken that carried his nephew’s soul might have allowed him to feel that one faint connection to his sister remained.

Anning and I walked over to comfort him. We told him the police were already searching for Su Lan’s remains. At the very least, her bones would be brought back into the light, allowing Su Lan to enter reincarnation and fulfilling his mother’s final wish.

Wang Xiaoxiao had no idea what had happened. Confused, she asked the Fat Master, “Master, how did those Infant Spirits end up in my husband’s body? How did he provoke them?”

The Fat Master did not elaborate. He simply pointed at me. “If you want to know why, ask this young man.”

Wang Xiaoxiao came over to ask me. I was about to expose Lu Yihao when the bastard suddenly woke up, though I suspected he had been awake for some time.

“Honey! I’m better! I’m fine!”

“Let’s go home!”

He frantically began dressing, terrified I would expose him to Wang Xiaoxiao.

“Honey, I feel like traveling abroad for a few days. Why don’t we leave tomorrow?”

By now, Wang Xiaoxiao could tell something was wrong with Lu Yihao.

I prepared to kick him while he was down and hurriedly said, “Miss Wang, your husband is an extraordinary man. People in the industry call him the Cannon Immortal. Who knows how many women he has harmed? Those Infant Spirits were his unborn children.”

“He also murdered someone!”

I told Wang Xiaoxiao everything Lu Yihao had done.

When she finished listening, she looked as though she had been struck by lightning.

“It’s false! All of it is false!”

Lu Yihao denied everything in a panic. “They’re slandering me! They’re slandering me! Don’t believe them!”
By then, Anning had gone to untie Seventh Master.

When Seventh Master heard Lu Yihao’s shouting, he pulled out his phone, walked over, and played a video for Wang Xiaoxiao.

It was a recording of our interrogation of Lu Yihao.

“Here, Miss Wang. I recorded this for you. The evidence couldn’t be clearer.”

Seventh Master showed Wang Xiaoxiao the video, then held it up to Lu Yihao with a wicked grin. “Is that you?”

Lu Yihao immediately denied it again. “That isn’t me speaking! I was possessed by a Ghost just now. I only woke up this moment. How could I have said any of that?”

The Fat Master walked over and delivered the final blow. “He said it. I was here. He was even crying and begging us to save him.”

Lu Yihao froze in utter despair, then dropped to his knees before Wang Xiaoxiao.

“Honey, I was wrong… I’ll never do it again…”

“Lu Yihao, you bastard!”

Heartbroken, Wang Xiaoxiao pointed at him and cursed. “I fought with my father for two months so I could be with you! What did you promise me? You said you would never betray me, yet you’ve done all these disgusting things. You even murdered someone!”

Lu Yihao began crying again. “Honey, let me explain. I killed her before I married you. I haven’t murdered anyone since we got married!”

“Get lost!” Wang Xiaoxiao had finally seen through him. Grinding her teeth, she said, “You’re shameless! You’re disgusting! I’m divorcing you. Get out of my life!”

Lu Yihao kowtowed and begged for mercy. “Honey, save me! I killed someone. They’ll execute me! Talk to Dad and ask him to use his connections for me!”

Wang Xiaoxiao ignored him and transferred fifty thousand to me on the spot.

Naturally, the money could not remain in my pocket. I transferred the entire fifty thousand to the Fat Master and the others.

The Fat Master froze when he received it. I did not know whether the amount was more or less than expected. But Wang Xiaoxiao had paid me fifty thousand, and I passed on every cent.

After thanking the two Masters, we left. No one paid any further attention to Lu Yihao.

Anning and Wang Xiaoxiao rode in Su Yi’s car, mainly to keep things from becoming awkward between Wang Xiaoxiao and Su Yi.

I got into Seventh Master’s car.

On the way, I asked whether fifty thousand had been too little, considering how much work the Fat and Thin Masters had done.

Seventh Master looked at me. “The customary rule in our circle is to charge the poor less and the rich more. Rich people understand the rule and don’t begrudge the money. For a case as serious as today’s, the normal fee would be several hundred thousand. Your referral fee alone should have exceeded fifty thousand.”

I stared at him, dumbfounded, then became incredibly agitated. “Several… several hundred thousand?”

Seventh Master smiled. “When I inspect Feng Shui for rich people, the inspection alone starts at sixty-six or eighty-eight thousand. If I alter the Feng Shui, the starting price is at least one or two hundred thousand. There is no upper limit.”

Holy shit!

Holy fucking shit!

Why had I only asked for fifty thousand?

I had not earned a single cent from it!

From beginning to end, the entire affair had only earned me a little over twenty thousand, all of it from the director and Wang Jiangguo.

I had exhausted myself running everywhere, yet still earned less than Seventh Master made from a single Feng Shui inspection.

“Why didn’t you warn me earlier?” I asked.

Seventh Master looked at me. “How was I supposed to know you were this stupid?”

I was speechless.