Zhang Guangyin raised his hand to look at his watch and said slowly, "No rush, he'll be here soon, and he can talk to you in person."
Since Zhang Guangyin was unwilling to talk about it, I was too lazy to ask. I picked up the cigarette that Deng Xiaohong had given me, lit it, and slowly smoked it.
Time flies. After I stubbed out my cigarette, it was already 8:30. Just as I was about to ask Zhang Guangyin again, there was a knock on the office door.
"Hehe, he's here, please come in." Zhang Guangyin said, getting up to greet him.
But the door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall, middle-aged man of about 40 years old walked in, followed by an elderly man with white hair.
I recognized the tall, middle-aged man; he was Huang Haitao, the owner of the courier station. But I didn't recognize the older man behind him, nor had I ever seen him before.
"Mr. Huang." Seeing that the boss had arrived, I couldn't sit still any longer and hurriedly stood up to greet him.
"Hehe, Changming, come in." Huang Haitao patted my shoulder and said with a smile.
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Huang. It's all good." I nodded and said with a smile. I am quite grateful to Huang Haitao. When I couldn't find a high-paying job, Huang Haitao didn't look down on me because I was one-eyed and let me work at the courier station. He has been very good to us employees over the years.
"Sit down, let's sit down and talk," Huang Haitao said with a smile.
We sat down at the coffee table. Zhang Guangyin gave up the seat of honor and sat to my left, while the white-haired old man sat to my right.
"Changming, let me introduce you. This gentleman to your right is an elder of mine. You can call him Uncle Huang." Huang Haitao took out a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes, handed one to each of us, and said slowly.
"Hello, Uncle Huang." I nodded to the white-haired old man beside me.
"Hehe, hello young brother Changming," the white-haired old man said with a smile.
"Changming, I heard from Xiaoyin that you know Taoist magic and even helped him subdue a vengeful ghost?" Huang Haitao poured half a cup of tea for each of us and asked me.
"Um... I know a little bit." I scratched my head a little embarrassedly, not expecting that Zhang Guangyin had already told the boss about this.
“Brother-in-law, Changming is too modest. He’s a big shot. He solved my problem in no time,” Zhang Guangyin chimed in.
"Hehe, Changming is truly a man of few words. If Xiaoyin hadn't told me, I would still be in the dark. My elder has recently encountered some trouble, related to that aspect, and he would like to ask Changming if you can help him see if you can resolve it," Huang Haitao said with a smile.
"Yes, Brother Changming, you must help me." Uncle Huang, who was sitting to my right, also spoke up, his tone pleading.
"Boss, if there's anything I can do to help, I definitely will. However, I'm not clear about the situation yet, so I can't guarantee anything." I didn't make any grand promises. If it was really beyond my capabilities, I wouldn't risk my life.
Now I finally know what Zhang Guangyin meant by "good thing"—it turns out he's trying to get me business. I wasn't really prepared to exorcise ghosts for others, but since Huang Haitao has stepped in, I can't refuse.
"Hehe, of course. Speaking of which, I really should thank you for staying at the courier station for me for a few days a while ago, which was quite a hardship." Huang Haitao said with a grateful look on his face.
"Hehe, Mr. Huang, you flatter me. It's my duty to do my part for the courier station." Although I spoke with righteous indignation, if I had known that Fang Lei, that vicious and filthy guy, was at the courier station, I would never have wanted to live there.
"Hehe, the courier station needs responsible young people like you. Alright, enough of this small talk, let Uncle Huang tell you about his situation." After Huang Haitao finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the white-haired old man beside him.
I also looked at the white-haired old man. The man in front of me, called Uncle Huang, looked to be around sixty years old. However, I could see some sinister energy between his brows, and his complexion was not good.
"Cough cough cough!" Uncle Huang coughed a few times, spat out the thick phlegm in his mouth, and then looked at me slowly and said, "Brother Changming, this is what happened. Some time ago, I bought a piece of land in the eastern district of the county town to build a house, and then built a small three-story house. Building a house is a good thing, but when I moved in, strange things started to happen one after another."
As Huang Bo spoke, a look of horror crossed his face. He lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and continued, “Every night when I go to sleep, I inexplicably end up lying on the floor the next day. I used to sleep very soundly and never had a habit of sleepwalking. But since moving in, I haven’t woken up in bed every morning.”
"Not only that, sometimes when I go to sleep at night, as soon as I turn off the light, I can hear footsteps on the second floor. But I am the only one living in that house. My children are all working in other places and only come back during holidays."
"What's even more terrifying is that the rocking chair in my living room starts to shake inexplicably after 10 p.m., even though there's no wind in the living room. It's really eerie."
"Also, Song often has the same dream, in which an old man says that I have taken over his land and forbids me from living there."
“I suspect that some evil spirit is messing with me. I invited a Taoist priest to go back and deal with it. He also put up some talismans in my house, but the situation has not improved. Now I don’t dare to live in that house anymore. I’ve worked hard all my life and finally built a house to enjoy my old age. I never expected such a terrible thing to happen.”
"Young brother Changming, this old man is really at his wit's end, please help me."
Uncle Huang briefly recounted the events, and after finishing, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a look of lingering fear.
“Yes, Changming, Uncle Huang finally built a house, but now he doesn’t dare to live in it. His life’s work is all there. You must help him,” Huang Haitao said.
"Hmm." I nodded and asked Uncle Huang, "Uncle Huang, did you see that dirty thing with your own eyes?"
"No," Uncle Huang shook his head and said.
"What was that land used for before? Have you looked into it?" I suspected the problem lay with that land. Perhaps Uncle Huang built a house on it and broke some taboo.
“I heard that it used to be a flat slope. I didn’t know the specifics, but seeing that the East District is being developed a lot now, I bought it.” After thinking for a while, Uncle Huang suddenly said, “By the way, I had a strange dream before I built the house.”
"What dream?" I asked hurriedly.
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