Chapter 145: Entrusting the Spirits to Move Wealth

“I’m finished. I’ve lost a lot of money gambling on behalf of the casino and a big boss. They won’t let me go. Even though I clearly should have won, I still lost!”

Ms. Liu’s emotions were bordering on losing control.

“Ms. Liu, don’t be so anxious. There’s always a way to turn things around. Perhaps there’s a solution?” I offered.

I could only provide hollow comfort while looking at her; to be honest, even I felt my words were powerless.

According to Ms. Liu, she had relied on her gambling skills to consistently win money for three years, and her monthly income had been stable.

Her gambling skills were constantly improving, but since the day before yesterday—the moment that weirdo started pounding on her door—she suddenly felt like something had vanished.

“Yes! It’s that weirdo! He came to my house and put some kind of curse on me!”

“I felt something was wrong yesterday, and as a result, I lost everything. Those loan shark bastards want to force me into slavery!” Ms. Liu screamed.

The weirdo hadn’t actually cursed her; what truly affected her was the Pi Xiu in my home.

It was likely because the Pi Xiu had devoured her wealth aura that she became so unlucky.

Moreover, Ms. Liu could actually perceive the flow of fortune to a certain extent.

Although it was just a natural instinct, it was still impressive; no wonder she had been a dominant force in the casino.

But I couldn’t tell her the truth.

If I did, I’d be lucky if she didn’t beat me to death.

I didn’t know how else to persuade her and could only watch as she said dejectedly, “It’s over, it’s all over. Everything is finished…”

Then she suddenly raised her head, her tone and demeanor becoming calm.

It was as if she had seen through everything and given up on life.

She looked at me as if I were the culprit who had ruined her life.

“I’m sorry. Your parents gave me so much help. You allowed me to fall behind on rent and even renovated the place for me. I have no way to repay these favors,” she said to me.

“Wait, you…”

She sounded like she had developed a death wish and lost all hope for living.

“Don’t say anything more. I can’t pay back the money. Even hiding in this residential area won’t stop them; they won’t let me go.”

“I can only flee the debt. After I’m gone, just sell everything I’ve left behind; maybe it will cover part of the rent,” Ms. Liu continued.

This so-called “fleeing the debt” was clearly a lie; it seemed she intended to go out and commit suicide.

Even before dying, she was still thinking about paying my rent—this was clearly an influence of the Pi Xiu devouring her wealth aura.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this, Ms. Xia. Please go back now. I need to pack my things and leave.”

After finishing, she issued a guest-expulsion order.

I didn’t know what else to say and could only stand up and leave.

However, the Golden Cicada Crystal remained in her home.

Ms. Liu didn’t go to pack her luggage; instead, after sitting quietly for a while, she actually took a quick shower.

Then she changed into a beautiful dress and sat before the vanity to start applying makeup.

No amount of makeup could hide her haggard face and the dark circles under her eyes.

She stared into the mirror, applying makeup expressionlessly, her eyes devoid of any desire; it was hair-raising to watch.

Clearly, she wanted to look somewhat presentable when she departed this world.

Once she finished her makeup, she would likely head out to find a place to end her life.

I couldn’t let Ms. Liu die.

If my embezzlement of her wealth aura added insult to her already poor life and drove her to despair, it would be no different from me killing her myself.

But how could I save her?

I suddenly remembered the words of the Feng Shui shop owner: using Yansheng arts to seize wealth leads to ill-gotten gains.

If the wealth isn’t redistributed, one will eventually face retribution.

Right now, isn’t Ms. Liu the person most in need of money?

She needed help desperately; she was the ideal target for redistributing wealth.

But how should I help her?

Giving her money directly would be too obvious; Ms. Liu wouldn’t accept it.

Besides, her problems went beyond money—the loan sharks, the casino, and the big boss… none of them would let her go.

The Feng Shui shop owner also said that a Pi Xiu swallows wealth: it only takes and never gives.

It would be extremely difficult to distribute the wealth out; some special method would be required.

My first instinct was to message Mo Qingyan, but I hesitated when I picked up my phone.

Mo Qingyan was the one who modified the Pi Xiu.

She was the one who got me into this overwhelming mess, leading to me being hit by a car and causing my neighbor to seek death.

If I asked Xiao Qing, she likely wouldn’t know what to do either.

Bai Yue would definitely have a way, but she would surely want my blood again.

Although I did have some blood-stained tissues I could trade with her now, I wanted to solve this myself this time.

I remembered what Mo Qingyan had told me: a well-raised ghost can transport wealth aura.

Moreover, she had given me the book on the art of raising ghosts, so I could try it now.

I walked to the shrine while reading the book.

I opened the shrine doors, and the two paper effigies were still lying inside properly.

I bowed and said, “Your daughter requests Father and Mother to lend me a hand.”

As soon as I finished speaking, a gust of yin wind blew through.

The candles on both sides ignited again, but with greenish ghost fire.

The two paper effigies floated up and came to my door.

They put on the clothes and trousers from the master bedroom.

Two pale middle-aged people stood before me.

Compared to their previous image as malevolent ghosts—covered in blood with blackened eyes and lips—they now looked significantly more like humans, just with slightly paler skin.

“Father, Mother, please follow me,” I said cautiously.

This was my first time controlling ghosts; according to the book, even a slight mistake could result in a backlash from the spirits.

The two floated behind me as I led them to the study.

The Evil-Warding wood carving immediately reacted to their arrival, but it wasn’t hostile.

When setting up the Pi Xiu statue, the carpenter had taken the parents enshrined in the master bedroom into account and specifically programmed the Pi Xiu not to target them.

Compared to the day before yesterday, the aura of the Pi Xiu had changed significantly.

A massive amount of wealth aura had accumulated in its belly, to the point where even the original yin aura could barely contain it.

It had only been absorbing for a day—how could it have accumulated so much wealth aura already?

“Father, Mother, Ms. Liu next door is your tenant.”

“You waived her rent multiple times and allowed her to take refuge in this residential area; you have shown her great kindness.”

“Now she has no way out. I hope the two of you can help her once more,” I said.

According to the book on ghost raising, spirits are extremely obsessed with their behaviors and memories from when they were alive.

They will instinctively do things they did while living, such as collecting rent from the surrounding households.

Therefore, one cannot ask them to do things that contradict their personalities or principles from when they were alive; otherwise, there is a high risk of backlash.

From Ms. Liu’s snippets of conversation, I gathered that Xia Yubing’s parents were on good terms with her and helped her many times.

Thus, my request for them to help again should be fine.

Sure enough, the two paper effigies swayed in the air for a moment; it was likely a nod of agreement.

📚 Also on NHV Novels

The Magical Girl Is Raising a Child Today, Too

ActionGender BenderMagic

Read Now →
Not interested