Yuan Zhuan collapsed to the ground, apples scattered everywhere. The old man known as Qi Laosan was gone, and the old woman was helping her clean up the scattered apples. "Young lady," she said, "poor Qi Laosan. He toiled half his life, earning his hard-earned money just to build a house for his son and help him get married. A few years ago, he had just finished laying the foundation when his neighbors started causing trouble. No matter how much he pleaded, they wouldn't let his car pass. Qi Laosan's plot of land shares a road with theirs, and he has to pass through their doorway to get in and out. Since they won't let his car pass, building materials can't get in. No matter how much Qi Laosan begged, it was no use. That family is heartless; they just don't want Qi Laosan to have a comfortable life. The older generation bullied him their whole lives, and now it's Qi Laosan's turn..." "They'll continue to bully us. Everyone in the village tries to mediate, but that family stubbornly refuses. No one can persuade them to reconcile; they just won't budge. This obstruction has lasted for five years. Qi Bin is thirty-five now, and his family is still living in a makeshift shack. It's not that no one has tried to arrange marriages, but when the girls see there's nowhere to even shelter from the rain, they're unwilling to marry him. The villagers say hurtful things, and that beast's words are even worse. The other night, Binbin had a moment of despair and drank poison in the middle of the night. When he woke up this morning, it was cold, and his body is still in the shack, rotting. Qi Laosan's wife fainted when she found out and is still in the hospital. Qi Laosan came to the market to look for apples so he could cook for her." "Girl, here's your apple."
As Yuan Zhuan took the apple, he also took the vegetables from the old woman's hand. He then helped the old woman up, lowering his eyelashes to hide the anger in his eyes. "Grandma, I won't cause him any trouble. I'm fine, don't worry. Come on, let's go this way."
The old lady let Yuan Zhuan support her arm, saying, "You're such a kind young lady."
When Qi Laosan arrived home, Qi Guang was directing people to put his son Qi Bin's body into a raw wood coffin. Some villagers who had been watching saw Qi Laosan appear and rushed over, "Oh dear, Qi Laosan, why are you only coming back now? Binbin has already been put into an unpainted white wooden coffin by Qi Guang. This is bad for your future luck, Qi Laosan! Stop it quickly, hurry up!" If you ignored the hidden excitement in the man's eyes, you might really think that he was speaking out for Teacher Qi. His anxious expression was not fake at all.
Qi Guang has always been domineering in the village, doing whatever he wants. This time, Qi Laosan's son died and was not buried. He left the body in the shed in the sweltering heat, and it almost made his house stink. It was already good enough that he didn't throw it into the stinking ditch. Moreover, he did a good deed by paying for the wooden coffin for him to sleep in. How could that be a bad thing?
There is a local custom that no matter how old a person is, the coffin they sleep in after death must be painted black. If it is the original wood color, it is called "white wood observation" and will cause the family to have no descendants. Therefore, everyone is extremely superstitious about sleeping in a coffin that is the original wood color.
Even when people in the village quarrel, they dare not curse each other by saying they will sleep in a white coffin, because that would drive the other person crazy and make them fight back.
Qi Guang's family not only bought a log coffin, but also put their son inside it. Isn't that utterly immoral?
"Qi Guang is truly despicable; doesn't he fear retribution?"
"Retribution my foot! Didn't the previous generation bully Qi Laosan's parents to death? And they still had sons galore." A family that had three children, all of whom were twins, what retribution could they possibly have?
Then look at Qi Laosan, who died a cowardly death. Although he was the only male in the family, his two older sisters never came back after getting married. As for Qi Laosan himself, he only had one son and could not have any more children. I don't know if he was cursed.
Does God have no eyes?
"If God really existed, we wouldn't be living such a miserable life."
Everyone covered their mouths and noses, waiting for Qi Laosan to react, but Qi Laosan just stood quietly under the shade of the tree, squinting as he watched, like a bystander, doing nothing. When someone tried to talk to him, he didn't respond. Most of the villagers were just making a fool of themselves, and the scene was too smelly, so they quickly dispersed.
Watching the body being dragged away from afar, Qi Guangcai smiled triumphantly at Qi Laosan, while his three sons behind him laughed along.
"Qi Laosan, if you ask me, you shouldn't build the house. Even if it's built, no one will live in it, hahahaha..." Qi Guang's voice was rough and harsh, making the remaining people clench their fists.
This is outrageous! This beast is beyond redemption. I wonder when he'll finally be punished by heaven.
"They're just sons; they might all die in one night," some people thought.
Qi Laosan didn't say anything, but just followed behind the people carrying the coffin, step by step, leaving a pit, and the invisible evil aura in the pit grew stronger and stronger.
After seeing the old lady off, Yuan Zhuan followed her directions and found Qi Laosan's house.
Actually, Yuan Zhuan could find it without the old lady's guidance, because in the entire village, only Qi Laosan's house was shrouded in darkness. The five-story Western-style building next to the dilapidated and desolate house was completely covered by the black aura, which was as dark as ink. This was the terrifying power of the aura, which could cover up the secrets of heaven and no one could stop it.
Today is Qi Guang's birthday. The couple's three sons, daughters-in-law, and six grandsons all gathered together, making a family of fourteen. There were also some sycophants. It was as lively as it could get. Fireworks and firecrackers were set off all afternoon, supposedly to ward off bad luck.
This is the first time I've ever seen someone so despicable that they even bring bad luck upon themselves on their own birthday.
There was a way to survive, so why did it have to be this way?
Yuan Zhuan stood on the open ground behind Qi Guang's house, staring at the darkness of its roof, his eyes filled with coldness.
It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet.
I've always known that it's terrifying for ordinary people to become evil spirits, but aren't the people who make ordinary people become evil spirits even more terrifying?
Even though she didn't mean to, she heard Qi Guang's last words. He was truly ruthless; anyone with a conscience wouldn't do such a thing.
The six "immortals" who carried the coffin up the mountain ("immortal" is a local term of respect for those who carry the coffin) were recruited from other villages; even if there was a lot of money, no one from the village would be willing to do such a despicable thing. These people only came because Qi Guang was willing to pay more.
Hearing footsteps behind me, and confirming it was the person in question, I felt relieved.
"Master, do you think this cemetery plot needs to be changed?" The place the previous client who paid for the cemetery found wasn't a good one.
"Keep moving forward, I'll show you the way." Qi Laosan's voice was low and hoarse, weak and listless.
A chill ran down their spines for no apparent reason. The coffin bearers couldn't help but shiver. They exchanged glances, dared not ask any more questions, and quickened their pace.
If it weren't for the fact that they could earn a month's salary in a single day, they would never have come to carry the white coffin. It's so unlucky; when they get back, they'll have to find a shaman to remove the bad luck.
As dusk fell, Yuan Zhuan walked around the village and buried several battle flags.
"Settling the evil spirits" was the preparation she had made.
Mortals who have become evil spirits are those who have transcended the Heavenly Way and are beings permitted by the underworld. When they have reaped the consequences of their actions, they will naturally enter the underworld without needing to be guided.
The purpose of "fixing evil spirits" is simply to prevent certain evil entities from taking this opportunity to absorb the evil energy and grow into a scourge.
As for saving lives, she doesn't interfere with cause and effect.
A cold smile played on his lips as Yuan Zhuan walked away without looking back.
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