Chapter 51: Fukang Commercial Center

“I have a clue now,” Mo Qingyan began to analyze, piece by piece.
“Bixian provided a lot of information earlier.
First, the reason they are targeting you is because they mistakenly believe you are their daughter, and they tracked you down through the clothes at the crime scene.
To break free, we need to address these two aspects.”

“Since they are giving you dream visitations and ghost pressing on your bed, it means the ghosts’ power is not strong enough to forcibly possess you, especially with your jade pendant protection.
So first, burn the Xia Yubing clothes you took, to cut off the indirect influence of her belongings.”

“You mean, these clothes are relics?
Oh, yes, she’s already dead.
But the clothes I’m wearing now are also from Xia Yubing’s house,” I said.

“Burn them all, not a single piece can be left.
Wearing dead people’s clothes on a living person, only you as a ghost-transformed being could get away with it.
An ordinary person would at least fall seriously ill,” Mo Qingyan emphasized.

“But I don’t have a girl’s school uniform, nor any everyday clothes,” I said, distressed.

“Xiao Qing and I can lend you a girl’s school uniform.
As for casual clothes, Xiao Qing can go buy them with you later.
Do you have money?” Mo Qingyan asked.

“Uh, of course I have money.
Xia Yubing’s pocket money seems to be quite a lot,” I said.
To an ordinary high school girl, 500,000 yuan was an unimaginable sum.

“Do you have tens of thousands?” Mo Qingyan asked.

My heart twitched.
Why was she asking that?
Was she going to borrow money?
However, Senior Sister Mo had helped me so much, and I would need her help even more in the future, as she was the only person I knew who understood the supernatural best.
Let alone borrowing money, I would give it to her even if she directly asked for it.
So I nodded: “Yes.”

“If you have it, then it’s easy.
Spend forty to fifty thousand to hire a group of monks or Daoist priests to perform a ritual for Xia Yubing’s parents and the other victims, especially on the seventh day after death.
If they can be delivered, then you’ll be safe in the future,” Mo Qingyan said.

“That’s right, the seventh day after death is the most important folk custom in funerals.
Generally, folk belief holds that a person’s soul lingers in the human world for seven days after death.
Xia Yubing’s parents probably turned into vengeful spirits because these days coincided with the Zhongyuan Festival, and the yin energy was too heavy.
If they aren’t properly delivered, they will naturally haunt you,” Ou Zhiqin also added.

“The problem is, Xia Yubing’s parents have been dead for at least three days!
That means nearly half of the initial seven-day period had no rituals.
Is it still not too late to do it now?” I asked, worried, my thoughts already shifting towards the supernatural.

“As the saying goes, it’s never too late to mend the fold after the sheep are lost.
Even if it’s just the last day of the first seven, you must perform the ritual.
Even if you can’t deliver them, it can reduce their resentment, preventing them from trying to return to the living world or seek revenge,” Mo Qingyan said.

“Alright, I understand, but how do I specifically do it?
I know nothing about funerals or rituals, and the police are still investigating there,” I said, feeling somewhat distressed.

“That’s easy.
Leave the ritual to me; I’ll contact them for you.
Then you go tell the police you want to hold the touqi (seventh-day ritual) for your parents; they’ll understand.
Additionally, ask them to invite Xia Yubing’s parents’ relatives and friends to the funeral as witnesses.
Remember, it must be a grand affair,” Mo Qingyan said.

“I understand.” When I answered this way, I felt very conflicted inside.
Xia Yubing’s parents weren’t my parents after all, yet I was going to hold their touqi ritual, while I hadn’t even held one for my own parents.

“No time to lose.
You and Xiao Qing should go buy clothes after class, then return to Xia Yubing’s house to tell the police about holding the touqi ritual.
The Daoist priest I called can be in place tomorrow,” Mo Qingyan said.

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“Alright,” I said, nodding.

Mo Qingyan had explained the solution very clearly, and she could also help me with the club membership.
So, Xiao Qing and I returned to class.
I still couldn’t understand the lessons in the accelerated class, but during class, I vaguely felt that my clothes indeed emitted a very subtle malevolent aura.
If an ordinary person wore them, they would definitely fall ill.
After finally enduring until class ended, Xiao Qing and I left school together.
We hailed a taxi to a comprehensive shopping mall in the city center, Fukang Commercial Center.
On the way, she called home to say she was out playing with a classmate and wouldn’t be home for dinner tonight.

Fukang Commercial Center was a large, comprehensive shopping mall built about ten years ago.
Its four buildings, shaped like the character return, were connected, forming a comprehensive consumption center with various entertainment facilities such as an ice rink, restaurants, cinemas, and KTVs.

A few years ago, Fukang Commercial Center was still crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder.
But in recent years, due to the rise of online logistics and e-commerce, business began to gradually decline.
Although still very lively, it wasn’t too deserted.

As a child, I really liked coming here, and my classmates also said they often met here on weekends to eat and watch movies.

But that kind of life was completely alien to me.
Since my family fell on hard times, I had never been to Fukang Commercial Center again.

After getting out of the car, I looked at the “回” shaped complex in front of me with some confusion, frowning slightly.
Xiao Qing asked curiously, “Brother Xiao, what are you looking at?”

“How should I put it?
I just feel like this building is a bit off.
It seems to be constantly absorbing the surrounding energy?” I said, looking at Fukang Commercial Center.

Ever since I became a ghost-transformed being, I unexpectedly gained the ability to see ‘qi’.
Most of what I saw before was the malevolent aura of demons and ghosts, or the spiritual energy of civilian houses.
But in front of this bustling grand mall, I seemed to see a new kind of ‘qi’.
It was a golden smoky aura, continuously flowing from the surroundings into Fukang Commercial Center.
In my eyes, the mall was like a large bowl, and this golden aura kept pouring into its central, square opening.

After I told Xiao Qing about this phenomenon I observed, Xiao Qing said admiringly, “Brother Xiao, I didn’t expect your aura-gazing technique to be so powerful.
You can even see the trend of wealth aura.”

“Wealth aura?
Does it mean one can get rich?” I asked, confused.
Were these golden auras wealth aura?

“Yes, in the occult world, it’s generally believed that the source of all things in the universe is qi.
By observing the direction of different qi flows, one can understand the operating principles of all things.
In ancient times, those who could see human qi were fortune-tellers, those who could see dragon qi were geomancers, and those who could see malevolent qi were exorcists,” Xiao Qing said.

“And in modern times?” I asked.
To be honest, I had often seen fortune tellers on the street carrying flags that read “Iron Mouth Direct Prediction,” but I had always considered them con artists.

“In modern times, there are many more techniques and methods.
Even ordinary people can see qi through certain methods, but the level is relatively low, and the scope is very narrow.
For example, even if I drip ‘spirit-seeing talisman water,’ I can’t see wealth qi; I can only see malevolent qi.
It’s still very impressive that Brother Xiao can see wealth qi.”

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