Fan Tong stood there dumbfounded. Passing by a graveyard during the day could send chills down one's spine and make one's scalp tingle; if one went there at night, wouldn't they be terrified...?
He dared not think any further and shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, this method won't work, it's too scary."
Madam Fan was also incredulous. "Miss Chen, you're not joking, are you? That kind of place is terrifying even during the day. If you go at night, it'll scare several people to death."
Chen Qingqing thought to herself, "What a joke! If it's not scary, why would you go?"
If we don't scare you, how can we face the people you have exploited and humiliated? How can we make you willingly distribute porridge?
“Master Fan, this is the only effective method that doesn’t cost any money. You have done so many evil deeds. Only by sincerely repenting before your ancestors’ graves and begging for their forgiveness will they protect you and take your case in the underworld, taking away the evil spirits that are frightening your family.”
"You can even have lawsuits in the underworld?" Fan Tong was skeptical.
Chen Qingqing nodded affirmatively, "The underworld is just like the mortal world, with a complete system. All kinds of ghosts and monsters have their own duties, and lawsuits and complaints are commonplace."
For example, the Black and White Impermanence are responsible for capturing people's souls, Ox-Head and Horse-Face are responsible for escorting ghosts, King Yama is responsible for judging the good and evil of the dead and deciding their destiny of reincarnation, and the judges handle the affairs of the underworld and evaluate the merits and demerits of the dead in their lifetime.
Good people are reborn into the families of kings and nobles, while the wicked are cast into the eighteen levels of hell, never to be reincarnated, and subjected to all sorts of cruel tortures, such as being forced to climb mountains of knives and plunge into boiling oil, having their tongues cut out and their eyes gouged out, being disemboweled and having their hearts ripped out...
"Okay, Miss Chen, you, you, you stop talking." Fan Tong was so frightened that his face turned pale. He quickly raised his hand to interrupt, "That place is too scary. I really don't dare to go. What if some ancestor wants to come out for some fresh air in the middle of the night and then crawls out of there? It would scare me to death. I will never take that risk."
"Yes, that place is really eerie," Mrs. Fan nodded, picking up the conversation.
"A few years ago, I heard someone say that there was a person in town who went to visit relatives in the countryside and didn't get home until it was dark."
When he reached a field, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He had walked this road home countless times, but tonight he couldn't seem to reach the end.
He felt a chill run down his spine, his scalp tingling with fear, and he quickly stopped and looked around.
He discovered another road not far away, and mustered his courage to walk towards it.
But after walking for a long time, they still hadn't left the wasteland.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have encountered the legendary "ghost wall" (a type of maze or illusion).
His heart pounded in his chest, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he screamed at the top of his lungs, hoping someone would hear his cries for help.
Just when he was about to despair, he heard a sinister voice behind him, 'Young man, stop shouting, I'll take you home.'
Before the man could even see what the person behind him looked like, he was pulled forward.
After walking for an unknown distance, the old man finally stopped.
The man looked around and, seeing the overgrown weeds, became suspicious. He quickly asked the old man, whose back was to him, "Uncle, where is this? We should be going back to town."
"You child, you've even forgotten your own home! Quickly look around, where are you?" The old man's voice was icy cold and devoid of any warmth.
The man stared wide-eyed at it again, then looked closely, and was so terrified he wet himself. It turned out this place was his family's ancestral graveyard.
Just as he was completely disoriented, the old man slowly turned around. "Child, look who I am."
The man was already terrified, shaking his head repeatedly.
'You unfilial descendant! You don't even recognize me? I'm your ancestor!'
Upon hearing this, the man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
The man only woke up when the rooster crowed, and found that half of his body had been dragged into the grave mound.
After he returned home and told his family about his ordeal, he passed away and went to see his ancestors.
"Don't you think that place is eerie?"
Fan Hun was terrified when he heard the rumor. "Mother, please stop talking. I would rather die than go to that place."
"Don't be afraid, my son. I won't go either. Let your father go by himself."
"No, no, what if I also get lost in a maze and get dragged back to my ancestral home? That would be a real problem." Fan Tong's face turned pale, and he kept waving his hands.
Seeing their fearful expressions, Shi Taishou felt a surge of smug satisfaction.
Serves you right, you really deserve it! You're so stingy.
This is a brilliant idea! It will scare you all to death, and all the wealth of the Fan family will belong to Shi Taishou. At that time, he can decide how the money is used...
Seeing that they were all backing out, he became anxious. If he didn't go, how could he scare them to death? If he didn't scare them to death, how could he get this fortune?
No, I have to try and persuade them.
Thinking of this, he said, “Master, as the saying goes, when a person dies, it’s like a lamp going out. Once you’re dead, it’s all over. It’s just a grave and a handful of yellow earth. It’s not as scary as you think. You can go with peace of mind. As long as you can get through the seven days, everything will be fine for the Fan family.”
"Bullshit! That place is no place for a human to live." Fan Tong glared at him fiercely. "Tell me, what kind of evil intentions are you harboring? Are you hoping to scare me to death?"
Shi Taishou, his thoughts exposed, quickly retorted, "What nonsense! I was just worried about you, sir!"
"Worried about me? Fine, then you go and keep watch for me for seven nights. If you get it done, I'll reward you handsomely."
Upon hearing this, Shi Taishou's legs trembled with fright, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Master, this is unacceptable. Miss Chen just said that only you, Madam, and Young Master can go in person. It's no use for me to go."
"Enough with the nonsense, you're the one. Go and guard my grave tonight."
"Master, I really can't go. It's just fooling the devil!" Shi Taishou really wanted to slap himself twice for his foul mouth.
He looked at Chen Qingqing with urgent eyes, "Miss Chen, please speak up for me, it won't make any difference if I go."
Chen Qingqing nodded. "Butler Shi is right. You can't buy peace without spending money. The sins committed by your Fan family must be repented and prayed for by your family members at the ancestral graves. It won't help if other people go and stay for a year."
Mrs. Fan stamped her feet anxiously, "What should I do? What should I do?"
Fan Tong frowned deeply, terrified, but he really couldn't bear to spend money on distributing porridge. So, he steeled himself and gritted his teeth, saying...
"Madam, why don't we try it for one night? If we can make it through, we can save a lot of money!"
“You go if you want, I’m not going.” Madam Fan refused without even thinking.
Fan Hun shook his head repeatedly, "Father, I would rather die than go to a place like that."
"Alright, alright, but you all said you wouldn't go." Fan Tong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Chen Qingqing with a grin. "Miss Chen, let's forget it. This method is good, but it could be fatal. I'll choose the first method instead!"
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