Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Under my eager gaze, Lin Zhicheng finally told me the truth.

“All these years, it’s been like I’ve had a ghost following me around. I’ve had rotten luck. Every business I try loses money.”

“Just last month, I was driving perfectly fine. The light turned green and I’d just started moving when some college kid on an electric scooter suddenly shot out and slammed right into my car.”

“Let’s not even get into whose fault it was. That little dumbass called the police, started crying, insisted on getting checked for injuries, and kept pestering the traffic cops to make me pay some medical expenses.”

“Great. I had a huge order at the shop, and it all got delayed.”

“And then my wife divorced me. Fine, divorce is divorce. But the kid I’d loved and doted on for five years turned out not to be mine.”

I held back a laugh. That really was pretty unlucky.

Lin Zhicheng said, “After that, I found a master to take a look. The master told me straight up that there was something in my house with extremely heavy baleful energy, and that’s why I’d been hit by disasters one after another all these years.”

“I thought about it for a long time, and then I suddenly remembered that antique cabinet. I told the master right away.”

“The master said that had to be it, and he even chewed me out. He said your great-aunt died such a horrible death she turned into a vengeful ghost, so how could I dare keep her things?”

“I quickly asked him how to fix it.”

“The master said I had to send the cabinet away as soon as possible. That would be the same as sending the baleful energy away. So that was why I…”

I sneered inwardly.

So that was why you decided to sell it off cheap and find a sucker like me to take it.

I wanted to curse the bastard out, but I forced myself to hold it in. I patted him on the shoulder. “You’ve really had it rough, man.”

Lin Zhicheng grabbed both my hands and swore, “At the end of the day, it’s all Bai Yanmei’s fault!”

I pulled my hands back. “That’s going a bit far. Bai Yanmei was murdered so young. She was pitiful enough.”

Lin Zhicheng bristled. “She was pitiful?”

“Of all the places she could’ve died, she just had to die in my grandma’s house. Great. Just like that, the place became a death house. What neighbor upstairs, downstairs, left, or right would dare live there after that?”

“My grandma blamed herself for not taking good care of her, and within a few years she died of depression.”

“But the worst off was my mom. She originally had someone she was seeing, and after graduating from teachers’ college, she would’ve had an iron rice bowl, a good steady job. But back then, because she came home and opened the door and saw the state Bai Yanmei died in, she was scared so badly she went mentally unstable!”

Lin Zhicheng clenched his fists. “After that, the man despised my mom and dumped her. My grandparents took my mom everywhere to get treated, but the doctors said there was nothing they could do. My mom is usually just like a normal person, but the moment she sees bloody chunks of meat or dead pigs hung up, she has an episode.”

“You tell me. Isn’t that Bai Yanmei’s fault?”

I glanced coolly at the agitated man, took my phone out of my pocket, and opened the post I’d browsed earlier.

“Lin, let me show you something.”

I handed the phone to Lin Zhicheng. “This post looks like it was written by someone who knew the family. It says the person who killed Bai Yanmei was your grandfather, Qi Wentao.”