Chapter 21 The Underworld Messenger Receiving the Soul

Li Fushui's good temper is deeply appreciated.

Not only did Master Fang not believe it, but some people who knew Li Fushui also did not believe it.

They all pulled out their money:

"Hey, give me a newspaper!"

"Give me a copy too, I want to see what's going on!"

"I want one too! Ah Shui can't be that kind of person!"

The newspaper seller was beaming from ear to ear as he collected the money. "Alright, alright, just a moment, here's a copy for you, this is for you..."

Chu Ci looked at the newspaper in his hand and stuffed two yuan into the newspaper seller's hand.

The newspaper had long been so busy collecting money that he didn't care who she was; he just took the money and stuffed the newspaper into her arms.

Chu Ci put the extra newspaper back and took her breakfast home.

Grandma saw the newspaper as soon as she sat down on the table.

"Hey, isn't this Mrs. Cheng who came to our store the other day? It's only been two days, and you've already got results?"

She put on her small glasses, spread out the newspaper, quickly glanced at it, and frowned deeply.

"No, what does this newspaper mean?"

Grandma felt like she hadn't understood it, so she went back and read it again.

I still don't understand.

Chu Ci placed breakfast in front of the old lady and, seeing that she was practically glued to the newspaper, chuckled helplessly.

"Grandma, isn't it written quite clearly in the newspaper? What don't you understand?"

These days, journalists are vying for jobs, and major publishing houses are also fiercely competing. Regardless of their character, their competence is undeniably high.

Chu Ci had already read the newspaper while going upstairs; it was written very clearly.

Grandma pushed up her small glasses on her nose, "I can't understand it, I can't understand anything."

She put down the newspaper. "The newspaper is saying that Li Fushui isn't the real Li Fushui; the real Li Fushui was killed by her sister. The fortune tellers who came to our shop the day before yesterday and yesterday were both Li Fushui's sister?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I mean." Chu Ci nodded, taking a bite of fish slice. "Didn't you understand now?"

"I don't understand," Grandma muttered, frowning.

After a long pause, he asked, "So, Li Fushui's sister not only killed Li Fushui, but also impersonated Li Fushui and killed Li Fushui's daughter?"

"To be precise, it was Li Fushui's sister's husband who killed Li Fushui's daughter."

Chu Ci ate the smooth and tender fish slices.

The familiar person Cheng Yana met during her previous psychic encounter was Li Fushui's sister's husband, who was also Cheng Yana's uncle.

Because it was her uncle, Cheng Yana had no suspicions and followed him directly.

But she never expected that her mother had long been replaced by an aunt who looked exactly like her mother, and this uncle also wanted to kill her.

Grandma didn't even have time to eat; she just shook her head while reading the newspaper.

Especially when he saw the police dig the real Li Fushui out of the remote mountainside in the middle of the night, he completely lost his appetite.

"These two are sisters, how did things come to this!"

"The older sister was jealous of her younger sister's good marriage and wanted to take her place. To prevent her younger sister from complaining to the King of Hell after her death, she cut out her younger sister's tongue, even while her younger sister was still alive..."

Grandma exclaimed "Oh dear!" and put the newspaper down.

"What a tragedy! What a tragedy! It's true that good people don't get good rewards. If Li Fushui hadn't wanted to help her sister and give her money, her sister wouldn't have been jealous..."

"Ah Ci," Grandma took the opportunity to give Chu Ci a moral lesson, "you must remember this in the future: help in an emergency, but don't support someone who is perpetually poor. You can know a person's face but not their heart, so don't be foolish enough to trust everyone."

Chu Ci finished the last mouthful of porridge in her bowl and nodded. "Don't worry, Grandma. Thieves always have to leave two hundred yuan before they leave our house. Where would I get the money to lend to someone?"

"Pah, pah, pah!" Grandma rolled her eyes at her. "I meant when you have money! Don't be all smiles and jokes with me, remember that!"

"I know, Grandma!"

Chu Ci picked up the bowl of untouched fish slices in front of her grandmother. "The fish slices will become fishy when they get cold. Grandma, do you want to eat them? If not, I'll eat them!"

"You eat it, Grandma can't eat anymore."

Grandma sighed, "I shouldn't have looked up this kind of murder case while eating. Now I'm so disgusted that I can't even eat."

She rubbed her stomach. "The pictures in the newspaper make me want to throw up. I'm going back to lie down for a while. Ah Ci, wake me up when you're making lunch."

"good."

Chu Ci cleaned the house and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was in the shop, took out the system's rewards to take a look.

The reward this time is still a black card with a golden bell on it.

"The soul-summoning bell, its ringing summons ghosts..."

Chu Ci frowned upon reading those few words.

The card turned into a golden bell in her hand, but when she shook it, no sound was heard.

"strangeness."

Chu Ci touched the inside of the bell, but found nothing.

This bell doesn't have a clapper!

"A bell ringing is a ghost, there's no bell clapper, how can it ring..."

But the things the system gave him were mostly good things. After thinking about it, Chu Ci hung the bell in his bedroom.

If a bell without a clasp were to ring one day, it might frighten Grandma.

The news of Cheng Jia's marriage caused quite a stir, and Chu Ci noticed that several TV stations were broadcasting about it while watching television.

With something even bigger happening, the reporters who originally wanted to interview her disappeared and instead camped out at Cheng's house, hoping to get more information.

Li Fushui's husband, Cheng Yana's biological father, and the son of the old lady Cheng, who had always lived in the mouths of others, also arrived late and appeared in the media's camera lens.

Contrary to what people imagined, he was not haggard; instead, he was full of vigor, holding the hand of a beautiful and sexy female secretary, and with a young boy who was no younger than Cheng Yana beside them.

The family of three seemed completely unaffected by the news of the man's wife and daughter's deaths.

Amidst this horrific tragedy, the deaths of Li Fushui and Cheng Yana, mother and daughter, seem to have fueled the flames of this despicable couple, spreading news of their happiness throughout Hong Kong.

Cheng Jia's farce caused a great stir on television, and even He Lihua and Master Fang talked about it when they came to chat with Grandma.

Three women angrily denounced Cheng Jia's son as a scumbag.

But they feel helpless about reality.

"I heard that the old lady of the Cheng family has always looked down on this female secretary. Once the old lady wakes up, she will definitely make trouble for her."

"Sigh, so what if he doesn't like the female secretary? She's the mother of Old Madam Cheng's grandson. If she doesn't want a new daughter-in-law, why wouldn't she want her own grandson?"

"The old lady just lost her granddaughter and now she has a grandson. She will probably devote herself to her grandson... It's just a pity for Li Fushui and her daughter."

"It's fortunate that the two of them are gone. If they were alive, who knows how much suffering they would have endured!"

The three women were furious, cursing the scumbag man and wishing him no descendants.

But everyone knows that this is just a momentary outburst of words.

The reality is that the rich live a carefree life and can use money to solve 99% of the world's difficulties.

Chu Ci thought so too.

But at this moment, none of them expected that the scumbag who got married would be so unlucky as to run into that one percent of difficulties that money could not solve.

As dusk fell and another day without business came to an end, Chu Ci stretched his stiff body, closed the "Quick Guide to Fortune Telling" in his hand, and climbed into bed to sleep.

In the time since she transmigrated, she feels like she's made up for all the sleep she missed in her previous life.

She drifted off to sleep in the middle of the night and vaguely heard the ringing of a bell.

Just as she thought she had misheard and was about to turn over and continue sleeping, she suddenly heard the sound of chains scraping against the ground.

The sound was loud and very close to her ear; the sound of chains dragging on the ground made her sit up.

"What is that..."

She rolled out of bed, trying to find the source of the sound.

But they noticed the bell shaking violently first.

The bell hanging in front of the window, without a clapper, swayed incessantly, making a tinkling sound.

Her pupils contracted.

The ringing of the bell is a sign of a ghost!

Doesn't that mean...?

She stood frozen in place, her whole body trembling with fear, a layer of cold sweat silently creeping up her back.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, illuminating the room clearly.

So much so that the moonlight was particularly noticeable when it was obscured by the shadows.

Turning my head, I met a pair of murky red eyes outside the window.

The owner of those eyes seemed to be searching for something. He glanced around the room, but didn't find what he was looking for, and quickly floated forward.

The iron chain in his hand scraped against the outer wall; the sound Chu Ci had heard earlier was coming from it.

After it disappeared outside the window, Chu Ci's pounding heart gradually calmed down, when suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door.

She went to the living room, but didn't dare to open the door. She looked out through the peephole.

There was a woman outside the door, and she was someone I knew.

"Li Fushui?"

Li Fushui's face was pale. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything; only his tongueless mouth opened and closed.

She seemed to suddenly remember that she couldn't speak, paused for a moment, and then took out a piece of paper and placed it in front of the cat.

That was a lab report.

Another lab report...

Chu Ci watched as she placed the paper at the door, then turned and took Cheng Yana's hand, who was waiting for her, and they walked together to a spot not far away, seemingly waiting for something.

A short while later, a thick fog suddenly rose in the corridor.

In the thick fog, two extremely tall figures were faintly visible.

Wearing a tall hat and a bamboo hat, holding a lantern in one hand and a rope in the other, he looked just like a ferryman.

The two figures silently walked to Li Fushui and Cheng Yana's side and tied the rope around their wrists.

He threw the remaining rope into the darkness, pulling two ghosts out of the darkness.

It turned out to be someone I knew.

The ghosts of the first wife and the second wife, who had died in this house, were dragged back by ropes, and the two ghosts struggled frantically.

The mistress ghost was quickly subdued, while the first wife ghost continued to wail and scream.

"Let me go! I need to see my daughter! My daughter is only sixteen years old. I don't want to be reincarnated. I can't bear to leave her!"

"I need to see my daughter! I need to see my daughter!!"

Her once peaceful face slowly turned black as she struggled, her eyes turned bloodshot, and her fingernails grew rapidly, showing signs of turning into a vengeful ghost.

But no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free from the rope binding her.

Finally, amidst her cries, the two extremely tall figures dragged her into the darkness.

The corridor returned to silence, but Chu Ci could still hear the ghost's mournful howl.

She's been so busy these past few days that she almost forgot she's currently in a novel.

And then there's Chen Xinxin, the villain with a tragic backstory; perhaps she should go and see her.

As her thoughts gradually cleared, the sound of the bell in the room grew fainter, and Chu Ci roughly understood what the bell was for.

The ringing of the bell indicates that there is a ghost around her.

The bell is silent, which means the ghost has left.

After the ringing stopped completely, she opened the door and saw the lab report left behind by Li Fushui.

The lab report was in Cheng Yana's father's name, and the results showed that he had azoospermia.

Azoospermia?!

Chu Ci felt like he had stumbled upon some juicy gossip.

The next morning, she contacted the female reporter who had come to her for fortune telling and gave her the test results.

"Master, this is a huge find!"

Upon seeing the test results, the female reporter nearly went crazy with excitement.

She recalled an incident from a few years ago: "When Cheng Yana was born, the Cheng family wouldn't let Li Fushui into the house, saying that the child wasn't from their Cheng family."

"It wasn't until later, when Old Mrs. Cheng came forward and took the child abroad for a paternity test, confirming that the child belonged to the Cheng family, that Li Fushui was allowed to enter the house."

She stared excitedly at the test results, "No wonder the Cheng family insisted that the child wasn't theirs; it turns out their only son has azoospermia!"

A person may be lucky enough to have a daughter once, but they may not be lucky enough to have one a second time.

Who knows if the female secretary's son is his biological child!

-----------------------

Author's Note: As usual, 20 small red envelopes to thank you all for your support! [kissing emojis]