“Xiao Shen can just give Pei Heng a perfunctory answer. Pei Heng has a lot of money, so he can earn some extra money for his hard work,” Master Zhang said matter-of-factly.

He was genuinely unwilling to take the Pei family's orders, not for any other reason than that the master craftsman told him that the Pei family was a bit strange.

Even when he consulted the person he worshipped, the other party said that the Pei family probably worshipped something... Pei Leyun had been dead for many years, and it was probably due to that thing's influence. Master Zhang didn't want to take Pei Heng's job, but the other party offered too much.

In addition, Pei Heng also said that all he needed to do was calculate an auspicious time for Pei Leyun's burial—

“He said he would give me this amount as long as I could calculate an auspicious time and determine a day when there would be no problems with exhuming the body and examining the corpse.” Master Zhang gestured a number. “I gritted my teeth and thought that in broad daylight, nothing should go wrong.”

Wen Jingyao sneered, "The Pei family is haunted, isn't that a problem?"

"You don't want to get involved in this, so you're going to let Shen Wei handle it?"

"I didn't expect this kid to be so stubborn!" Master Zhang argued. "I only told Pei Heng to go find him; couldn't he just give him a perfunctory answer?"

"Besides... does Pei Heng really not know what happened in his family?"

"I calculated that Pei Leyun has been dead for many years. Could it be that Pei Heng himself couldn't see that?"

"Why don't you ask Pei Heng why, knowing full well that the Pei family has problems and that the villa is haunted, he insisted on leading everyone in this charade?" Master Zhang wasn't initially sure if Pei Heng knew about the haunting, but the more he muttered to himself, the more suspicious he felt.

Pei Heng couldn't possibly be unaware of everything; he was in charge of the entire Pei family.

He must know exactly what kind of "monster" the Pei family is worshipping.

...

Pei Heng stood by the window and saw Shen Wei carrying milk tea into the villa.

He glanced into the bedroom and found that the little brat he had thrown away earlier was indeed nowhere to be found.

“There’s one thing I’m not lying to you about,” Pei Heng said, leaning against the window. “I really haven’t seen my uncle for many years.”

The other person would only leave a few words in his dreams. They didn't communicate. He only knew that his uncle always remembered his marriage partner, and it seemed that as long as time allowed, he would take her back to heaven.

Pei Heng was neither curious nor interested in that person. The Pei family was so afraid of his uncle, and Pei Heng had no intention of disobeying him. To him, his uncle was more like a client from overseas who would appear at certain times to meet his needs.

If Cen Yu hadn't blurted it out in the mourning hall, he probably wouldn't have realized that Cen Yu was the person his uncle was going to take away.

He admitted that he had selfish motives; perhaps after Pei Leyun's death, he genuinely wanted to take care of Cen Yu and hoped that the other party would live.

He had genuinely considered that perhaps Master Zhang, or Shen Wei, or Wen Jingyao could stop these things... such as making Pei Baijun disappear forever?

That night, the night he returned from Cen Yu's apartment, Pei Baijun appeared in his dream for the first time in the form of the boy he remembered.

He laughed at his high-sounding words and his cowardly actions...

His uncle looked just like he had seen him years ago, sitting on the bed in the bedroom of the Pei family's old house, staring at him.

"Pei Heng, you're a coward."

"Where did you get your sympathy from? You believe that excuse yourself?" Pei Baijun sneered. He sat on the bed, his face pale, like the ghostly figure he had seen years ago. "Besides, what good could Pei Leyun be?"

"Does he need you to take care of Cen Yu?"

"Pei Leyun can only be worse than me."