"I humbly request Uncle He to dissolve the engagement between Yuling and me."
"You...this..." Old Master He understood that what happened last time was already utterly immoral. He had finally managed to appease Fang Zhiyi, but this time his daughter actually ran away overnight. This was simply unacceptable.
"I've failed as a father!" he cried, clutching his chest in anger. "How could I have raised such a despicable daughter! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry to your father!"
Xiao Hei nudged Fang Zhiyi with his finger: "Don't you feel ashamed?"
"A little."
“Uncle He, times have changed. Children have their own ideas. Please don’t be angry with Yuling.” Fang Zhiyi said, “Since this matter is over, I will pack up and move out today.”
Seeing him turn to leave, Master He wanted to say something to stop him, but he didn't know what to say.
"Nephew! Wait a moment!"
Fang Zhiyi smiled slightly, but her expression calmed down the moment she turned her head away.
“Nephew, your family has suffered such a misfortune. If you leave the He family, how will you make a living?”
"I have no idea."
After pondering for a moment, Old Master He instructed the steward to fetch some silver. He took the silver and handed it to Fang Zhiyi, saying, "Nephew, there's not much I can do to help you. Keep this silver safe. If you need any help in the future, just come to me."
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
"That old man is so stingy! He won't even give you two shops to do business!" Xiao Hei shouted.
“You don’t understand. They gave me the shop because they considered me family. But now that the marriage is off, which head of the household doesn’t consider their own interests? That’s human nature. Even if they really wanted to give me the shop, what should I do? Shamelessly accept it? And then get entangled with the He family? Don’t forget, even if I marry that guy, it’ll be an in-law marriage; the He family will always be in charge.” Fang Zhiyi walked out with the silver in her arms. “They’re not even related, it’s already rare that they’re willing to keep their promise, and now they’ve even given me money. I should be content…”
He weighed the silver in his hand, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
“I won’t take this money for nothing; it’s his money to save his life.”
"Stop bragging. There aren't that many Buddha statues out there for you to throw around." Xiao Hei's words dragged him straight back to reality from his celestial state.
But Fang Zhiyi remained calm: "With money, there are plenty of ways."
"for example?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't answer, and simply packed her bags and left the He family.
During the day, the ghosts and demons dared not show themselves, which was a rare moment of peace for Fang Zhiyi.
He first went to the city to buy some cinnabar, ink, and yellow paper, and then immediately went to the timber shop to order some wood.
Xiao Hei watched him fuss over it. By the time Fang Zhiyi had rented a place to stay, it was already getting dark. There wasn't much entertainment in this era, so everyone went to bed early, and the outside gradually quieted down.
Fang Zhiyi then began drawing talismans on the simple table.
One, two, three photos—he was completely absorbed, and large beads of sweat dripped down his face.
Xiao Hei was puzzled: "No, all these drawings you made are attempts to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, they're useless..."
Fang Zhiyi smiled: "You'll understand later."
"Nonsense." Xiao Hei shook his head.
A faint sound came from outside the window, growing closer and closer until it stopped at the door.
Fang Zhiyi's vision went black. Where did all these ghostly things come from?
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