Ji Heng ran quickly to the corner, his heart filled with shock.

This man actually carried his daughter's ashes in his arms and brought them to the fortune-telling hall.

He instantly conjured up a bizarre and dramatic scene in his mind.

The man suffers from mental illness and kills his daughter with his own hands, but mistakenly believes that his daughter died in a car accident. He talks to himself every day while looking at his daughter's ashes.

Oh my god, that's terrifying!

Qian Fugui teased, "Little Hengzi, are you scared now?"

Fortunately, he had a strong sixth sense and took a few steps back early on.

Haha, he won this round.

Ji Heng glared at him. "Aren't you afraid? If you're so capable, then you do it."

Qian Fugui chickened out, and his chubby body trembled involuntarily.

The first day the master returned, the gossip was more explosive than the last.

He hid in a corner, straining his ears to listen carefully.

Suddenly, everything went quiet. The elderly men and women stopped eating sunflower seeds, glanced at the black box, looked up at the ceiling, and dared not look any further.

The black box is square, with lotus patterns printed on both sides and a golden landscape painting carved on the top, resembling a miniature coffin.

Most people are afraid of death, and feel terrified when they see urns, which symbolize death.

But Xu Wenlong was not afraid at all. He gently stroked the urn, his eyes bloodshot. "Yuanyuan, my daughter, you died so young, and you cannot rest in peace after death."

"Dad, I'm so sorry, Yuanyuan..."

Xu Wenlong kept calling Xu Yuan's name, as if he were trapped in a nightmare loop, and his expression was extremely broken.

Lin Xi gathered her spiritual energy at her fingertips and tapped his forehead. "Calm down, the dead cannot be brought back to life."

A cool breeze rushed to the top of Xu Wenlong's head, instantly waking him up. He stood up, bowed, and thanked him, "Thank you, Master."

Lin Xi glanced at the black box a few times. "Your daughter has already been cremated. Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Xu Wenlong was silent for a moment, then said, "Master, something's wrong with my daughter's ashes. Can you open the box?"

Lin Xi nodded, "Whatever."

Xu Wenlong slowly lifted the lid, revealing a large pile of gray powder, like fine, soft sand.

Qian Fugui craned his neck and boldly asked, "I heard that ashes are not ash, but lumps of matter."

Xu Wenlong composed himself and said, "Master, I asked the staff at the funeral home, and they said that after cremation, the large pieces of bone are crushed and pulverized by a machine, which is why it turned out like this."

“I…” He took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his grief, “I personally escorted Yuanyuan to the funeral home and carried her ashes back with my own hands.”

Lin Xi said calmly, "You suspect that the box doesn't contain Xu Yuan's ashes."

“That’s right, Master, you’re amazing. You guessed the truth right away.” Xu Wenlong was lost in thought. “The night before last, I performed a ritual for Xu Yuan to prepare for his funeral…”

After seeing off all the guests, it was nearly 3 a.m. Xu Wenlong was exhausted and sleepy, and his eyes were almost blind from crying all day.

He collapsed onto the sofa, calling his daughter's nickname as he drifted off to sleep, "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan..."

In a daze, he arrived at the funeral home again, where his daughter's body lay quietly on the ground.

"dad……"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, and Xu Wenlong shouted excitedly, "Yuanyuan, it's you! You're back!"

"Dad, remember what I said, you've made a mistake, you've made a mistake..."

The sound grew fainter and fainter. Xu Wenlong took a step to chase after it, but the next second he suddenly woke up with a start.

“Yuanyuan, my daughter… made a mistake… made a mistake in what…”

He looked at his daughter's urn and, as if possessed, opened the lid.

He was devastated after his daughter's cremation and never saw her ashes.

Xu Wenlong felt increasingly uneasy, a strong sense of incongruity creeping in.

Are human ashes really this fine and soft?

My daughter's words kept echoing in my mind: I was mistaken...

Xu Wenlong suffered from insomnia for two days and came to the fortune-telling hall with his urn, seeking the truth.

He held out the black box. "Master, take a look."

"No need to look." Lin Xi took a breath. "This isn't ashes, it's wood ash."

My master used to collect corpses on the side, and the Taoist temple was filled with urns containing ashes.

She had seen all kinds of ashes: white, red, green, yellow, black, pink...

She could tell whether it was ashes or not just by smelling it.

She can tell at a glance what color human ashes turn after cremation.

Black means poisoning, pink means taking medicine, red means a terminal illness, and yellow means eating too much pesticide.

Lin Xi raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the gray ashes. "Wood ash is the ash from burning plants; simply put, it's the ashes of plants."

Xu Wenlong was stunned. "Master, you mean the funeral home used plant ash to fake my daughter's ashes? Then Yuanyuan..."

His voice trembled, and his eyes shone with hope. "Master, could my daughter still be alive?"

Lin Xi stated the facts directly, "Your daughter is indeed dead, there's no doubt about that."

The light in Xu Wenlong's eyes disappeared. "Sigh... I watched with my own eyes as my daughter's body was sent to the funeral home. She died that day."

Even after his daughter's death, he couldn't find peace; her ashes had been switched, and her body had disappeared.

He recalled bad news: funeral homes were secretly refining human oil for sale, and even selling other people's corpses.

No wonder Yuanyuan cried and shouted that it was a mistake.

Where is my daughter's body?!

Xu Wenlong trembled with rage, gripping the black box tightly. "Master, please help me find Yuanyuan's body. I will make sure those criminals get the punishment they deserve."

Lin Xi stood up. "The problem lies at the funeral home. Let's go there now and have our fortunes told this afternoon."

The elderly people picked up the trash and left on their own.

Qian Fugui closed the door and drove his silver BMW over. Ji Heng sat in the passenger seat as usual, while Lin Xi and Xu Wenlong were in the back seat.

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