Chapter 64: Pocket Money

After bidding farewell to the officer, I had another briefcase in my hand.
It was filled with the important documents of Xia Yubing’s parents that the officer had compiled, including property deeds, share certificates, household registration book, and bank cards.

Only then did I realize that Xia Yubing’s parents were truly wealthy.
In terms of real estate alone, they had at least ten properties.
They were also shareholders in several large corporations, with a very sharp eye for investment.
These were all profitable enterprises with long-term growth potential, and it was likely impossible to get shares without some connections.

However, their shareholdings were not large, fluctuating between about three to fifteen percent.
It seemed they didn’t want to be the major shareholder or chairman, but just wanted to maintain a high-level position.

Most of the properties were rented out to tenants, and there were even commercial shops.
The rent from the shops alone brought in hundreds of thousands in income each month.
No wonder Xia Yubing had so much pocket money.

However, while flipping through the shareholder information on the way, I saw a name that made my vision go dark: Fukang Commercial Center.
Xia Yubing’s father had actually invested in this large mall as well.
I wondered if his attack by the Painted Skin Ghost was related to the curse of the evil art.

“Wow, that’s really a lot of money. Brother Xiao, you’ve become a rich woman in an instant. I thought that Dharma artifact was expensive, but now I feel I can accept it with a clear conscience,” Xiao Qing exclaimed, looking at the documents in my hand.

“Having money isn’t necessarily a good thing. Think about it, Xia Yubing’s parents were so rich, they definitely had expensive Dharma artifacts to protect themselves, yet they died so tragically. Now that this money is in my hands, I’m afraid I’ll be targeted too,” I sighed.

In Xia Yubing’s house, I had sensed the presence of several auras, but those auras were all filled with a thick, ominous, and bloody energy.
In the main hall, there was a gilded statue of a Maitreya Buddha sitting on an eight-treasure lotus pedestal, which was emitting a strange, ominous aura.

The Buddha statue was covered in blood, as if it had been splattered during a murder.
In my eyes, it radiated a strong ominous aura, and even the Buddha’s eyes seemed to faintly glow with a blood-red light.

I highly suspected that it was one of the Dharma artifacts used to protect Xia Yubing’s home, but I didn’t know what the Painted Skin Ghost had done to turn it into something full of ominous energy, much like the red pencil in Mo Qingyan’s hand.

As Xiao Qing accompanied me back to the hotel, I suddenly felt that the atmosphere around me was not right again.
It seemed someone was watching me.
When I turned my head, I saw several pairs of scarlet eyes staring at me against the backdrop of the night.

“Ah?!” I let out a cry of surprise.
Xiao Qing also turned to look and was just as startled as I was.
But after calming down and taking a closer look, we saw that it was actually five or six weasels standing by the roadside, staring at me with red-glowing eyes.

“Weasels? Could it be the Bixian from that day, coming to ask me for blood?” I breathed a sigh of relief.
Nowadays, seeing anything that wasn’t a ghost could put me slightly at ease, which was both ironic and amusing.

As long as they weren’t here to take my life, I didn’t mind if the weasels came for blood.
It was just a transaction.
Mo Qingyan had already given me the blood bag and lancet; I could even draw it on the spot.

But the weasels didn’t move; they just watched me quietly.
I thought that just staring at each other wasn’t a solution, so I raised my voice a little and asked, “Are you here for my blood?”

In my eyes, all weasels looked the same.
I couldn’t tell which one was the Bixian from before, or if it was even among them.

Just then, a figure in white floated out from the darkness behind the weasels, startling me into taking two steps back.
But on closer inspection, it wasn’t a person, but a white garment floating in mid-air.

And upon an even closer look, that garment was actually a burial shroud made of paper, with crookedly drawn plum blossoms and butterflies on it.

The burial shroud was light and ethereal, as if someone were wearing it.
It floated across the road, straight towards me.
The scene was utterly terrifying.

“Brother Xiao! You can’t accept it! They’re sending you a burial shroud! This means they want to take you away!” Xiao Qing became tense.
She drew the hairpin I had given her and stood in front of me, determined not to let the shroud touch me.

But the shroud didn’t land on me.
It stopped when it floated in front of Xiao Qing.
Then, the red light in the weasels’ eyes intensified, and suddenly, the shroud began to catch fire all over.

In the blink of an eye, the paper burial shroud was consumed by flames and quickly burned into a pile of ash that scattered with the wind.
Then, the weasels across the road scattered in all directions.

“What on earth did they come here for?” I stared blankly at the now empty sidewalk opposite me.
This bunch of weasels came to play tricks in front of me just to burn a burial shroud for me to see?

At this point, Ou Zhiqin also calmed down.
She thought for a moment and said, “If these weasels were sent by that Bixian, they probably don’t have any ill intentions towards you. Then it’s possible they came to warn you.”

“Warn me? But I don’t understand what they did at all,” I asked blankly.
What was the meaning behind burning a paper burial shroud?

“Senior Sister Mo said that it’s difficult for demons and ghosts to communicate directly with humans, so they can only use hints. A burial shroud is undoubtedly something only the dead wear. Sending a female burial shroud is probably a hint that your life is in danger,” Ou Zhiqin said.

“Ah? My life is in danger again? Then what should I do?” I asked in surprise.
And why did I say ‘again’?

“I’m just guessing, it might not be accurate. Since they burned the shroud in the end, it means that burning clothes should be a way to avoid death. Ah, right! Senior Sister Mo also told you to burn Xia Yubing’s clothes quickly!” Ou Zhiqin said, clapping her small hands.

“Burn the clothes? Then let’s hurry back to my room,” I said.
Xiao Qing quickly followed me into the hotel, but she refused to take the elevator, instead leading me up the stairs.

After entering the room, it seemed fine at first glance, but upon closer inspection, my hair stood on end.
It seemed someone had been in the room.

Two sets of clothes were hanging on the hooks on the wall, which weren’t there before.
They were the clothes brought from Xia Yubing’s house, and they were already fully dressed, looking as if two people were wearing the clothes and pressed against the wall, watching me.

And on the table directly opposite those two sets of clothes, there were two piles of money.
Xiao Qing asked in confusion, “Brother Xiao, did you leave money piled up on the table when you went out? Could it be cash from Xia Yubing’s house? That’s not good. It’s best not to take cash from a dead person’s house. You should hand it over to the police to handle.”

“Xiao Qing, what are you talking about? Those two piles of money… they’re all hell money!” I said, trembling.

“Ah?!” Xiao Qing looked at the table again, but she still said, “To me, they all look like brand new Renminbi.”

I also walked over and saw a white piece of paper placed between the two piles of hell money.
On it was written: “This month’s pocket money, my good daughter.”