We finished our meal quickly. The food at this five-star hotel was indeed good, but it was too expensive.
If it were me, I would never spend so much money on such a meal.
However, if it's Luo Tianhe, we'd be happy to rip him off.
During this time, we also called Wang Lin in.
Seeing his nephew rescued, the old man was so moved that tears streamed down his face, and he even tried to kowtow to us.
We quickly stopped him.
After we finished eating, I told the old man that the water ghost had completely disappeared and would no longer haunt him.
Xiao Bin, who witnessed me performing the ritual to release the water ghost, nodded, his eyes filled with the joy of surviving a calamity.
After we parted, we returned to the funeral home, only to find that Bai Yang was not there.
At first, we didn't take it seriously. After all, she's a young girl, and it's normal for her to go out and play.
But he still hadn't returned by evening, and we couldn't get through to him on the phone. The three of us started to get worried.
After all, Bai Yang isn't an ordinary person; she's possessed by a vengeful ghost. What if something happens to her...?
Left with no other choice, I called Zhang Qiang and asked him to help me locate Bai Yang's phone.
After learning that our friend was missing, Zhang Qiang was quite prompt and immediately contacted someone to help us locate him.
However, since it had been less than 12 hours since they went missing, we couldn't report it to the police, so Zhang Qiang couldn't send anyone to help us search.
Fortunately, it didn't take long to find Bai Yang's phone location information. To our relief, Bai Yang did not go to Anning Girls' High School.
The mere mention of that place still makes us a little scared. If we were to go there rashly, we really wouldn't dare to go right now.
Zhang Qiang sent us the location information from his phone.
Soon, we drove there. It was a funeral home. We didn't know what Bai Yang was doing there, and we couldn't get through to him on his phone, so we had to go and see for ourselves.
The Mercedes-Benz drove through the night, and soon we arrived at our destination, a small shop on a commercial street called "Fu Shou Lu Funeral Supplies".
The shop's storefront was small and looked somewhat dilapidated.
What's even stranger is that while other shops have couplets with black characters on red paper or gold characters on red paper, his couplets are black characters on white paper.
The characters were written in a very elegant and flamboyant style, but I couldn't make out what they meant at first glance.
Li Huai noticed this too, and couldn't help but quietly nudge me.
"Brother Yan, why is his couplet like this? Is there any explanation for it?"
I rolled my eyes. This kid is such a country bumpkin, he doesn't even know this.
"The words written in black and white are funeral couplets; perhaps someone in the shop owner's family has died."
"Wait, Chen Yan, something's not right."
Suddenly, Luo Tianhe, his face ashen, blocked our way.
"What's wrong?"
I looked at the funeral home, and apart from the couplet, there was almost nothing special about it.
Outside the shop, there are paper figures and horses, mountains of gold and silver, as well as large items such as wreaths and paper figures that take up a lot of space.
Under the stark white light, the paper-mache children's faces were painted with bright red blush, and their mouths were smirked with fixed smiles.
It looks a bit creepy at first glance, but I've gotten used to it, and I even think the shop owner has really good skills.
The shop was also filled with all kinds of funeral supplies, from ordinary incense, candles and paper money to exquisite paper villas and cars, and even several life-sized paper children leaning against the wall.
"You two look closely, what exactly is written on that couplet!"
Seeing that I didn't seem to care and even looked interested, Luo Tianhe's face turned even uglier, and he squeezed out the words through gritted teeth.
The handwriting was so messy and the ink was extremely heavy. After hearing what he said, I leaned closer to examine it carefully for a while, and my face immediately turned pale.
The first line reads "The living must not enter," and the second line reads "The dead should return to their places."
The horizontal scroll reads, "You've come too."
I couldn't help but take two steps back and curse.
"Damn it, this is a funeral home for ghosts."
"What's wrong? What did you write?"
Although Li Huai could read, he was somewhat illiterate and couldn't recognize these slightly flamboyant characters at all.
After I explained it to him, he suddenly realized what I meant and slapped his forehead:
"So that's how it is. No wonder you were so scared just now. But why would Bai Yang come to a place like this?"
Upon hearing this, my face grew even more grim, and after a long pause, I finally replied:
"Perhaps, Bai Yin is coming?"
"But she's Bai Yang's older sister, how could I possibly harm her?"
Luo Tianhe suddenly interrupted.
I looked worried, then glanced at Luo Tianhe:
"She's a ghost, not a human. How do you know what she's thinking? Besides, what if she's been deceived?"
Hearing what I said, Luo Tianhe also realized that this matter was of great importance, and he still liked Bai Yang very much.
"Then what should we do?"
"What else can we do? It's come to this, let's go in and take a look."
I said those words, and then, with a rather resolute air of facing certain death, I was about to push open the door of this eerie funeral home.
"Wait, Brother Yan, don't rush, look at this first?"
Just as I was about to go in, Li Huai suddenly handed me his phone, which was displaying a search result webpage.
When I took it, I was surprised to find it was a news article.
The story is about a sudden fire in Xingguang Commercial Street, but fortunately the firefighters arrived early and most of the shops suffered minimal damage.
There was only one funeral shop, but because there were so many paper figures and gold ingots, the shop was burned to the ground.
The shop owner, an old man in his seventies, also died a violent death.
Seeing this, it's quite obvious which funeral home was burned down.
I returned the phone to Li Huai.
“I guessed it long ago. Otherwise, what normal person would use that kind of couplet? Isn’t that cursing themselves? Li Huai, if you’re really scared, just wait for us at the door and we’ll go in and take a look.”
"Pah! What do you mean? You're looking down on people!"
Li Huai took the phone and angrily cursed.
"I'm just showing you, who said I wouldn't dare go in!"
Instead of saying that, he took the lead, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the door of the funeral parlor and went inside.
Luo Tianhe and I exchanged a glance, and then we saw Li Huai walk in alone, trying to appear calm and not looking back at us.
But my calves were trembling, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Let's go, or Li Huai will wet himself in fear."
Luo Tianhe urged.
I pursed my lips, stepped forward, and said as I spoke:
"Who told this kid to show off? He just called me a snob."
Walking into the shop, I finally understood why Li Huai was so scared as to act like a grandson the moment he came in.
Behind the counter sat a gaunt old man of about seventy years old, dressed in a black Tang suit, slowly and methodically making paper figures.
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