Chapter 146: Returning the Wealth Aura

“Father, Mother, please help me transfer this wealth aura to Ms. Liu.”
I said.

Normally, raising ghosts involves having little ghosts steal wealth luck from others and bring it to oneself.
But I was doing the opposite—having my parents return the plundered wealth aura to Ms. Liu.

The two paper figures moved.
They floated in front of the Pixiu, then stopped.
No further action followed.

A massive amount of wealth aura had been swallowed into the Pixiu’s belly, wrapped in yin energy—only entering, never exiting.
Even Xia Yubing’s parents, residing in the paper figures, couldn’t extract it.

I reached out and gently stroked the Pixiu, trying to soothe it and make it voluntarily release the wealth aura.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit me.
I somehow just knew what to do.

I extended my finger into the Pixiu’s mouth.
Truthfully, I was a bit nervous.
The Pixiu’s mouth was pitch black like a bottomless pit, its carved fangs razor-sharp.
I feared it might snap down and bite off my finger.

Thankfully, that didn’t happen.
I smoothly reached the end of its throat.
The wooden Pixiu carving had no internal structure—the ferocious beast’s mouth looked endlessly deep but was actually shallow.
A finger could probe to the very back.

Then I flicked upward a few times—a gesture to induce vomiting.
In moments, the wealth aura inside the Pixiu gushed out all at once.

I watched speechlessly as the Pixiu “vomited” the wealth aura.
I hadn’t expected inducing vomit on a wooden carving to actually work.
It was just a sudden impulse earlier—I never thought it would succeed.

Part of the expelled wealth aura was absorbed by the two paper figures.
More scattered into the air, drifting away with the wind.
It had only absorbed for a little over a day—how could it have taken in so much wealth aura?

After expelling the wealth aura, the Pixiu even coughed several times.
Then it coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, splattering right onto the two paper figures.

I jumped in fright.
I’d only wanted the Pixiu to spit out the swallowed wealth aura—why did it cough blood?
Would it break?

And that foul blood had landed directly on the paper figures housing Xia Yubing’s parents.
Would they get angry and backlash against me?

Fortunately, my fears didn’t come true.
After coughing up the blood, the Pixiu’s yin energy dissipated somewhat.
It no longer gave off that ferocious, all-devouring feeling.
The foul blood on the paper figures was absorbed by them.

Now both paper figures carried a considerable amount of wealth aura.
All that remained was to have them deliver it to Ms. Liu.

I’d been monitoring her with the golden bee gu.
Ms. Liu, now made up and wearing a decent dress, had left her home and taken the elevator down.
She carried nothing—not even her phone.
She seemed intent on dying cleanly outside the complex.

The two paper figures flew directly out the window, drifting downward.
They positioned themselves at the entrance of Building Four, waiting.

When Ms. Liu emerged from the building, she came face-to-face with the two paper figures floating in mid-air.
But she showed no shock—only mild surprise.

“Mr. Xia, Mrs. Xia, what brings you here?
I was just chatting with your daughter earlier.”
Ms. Liu spoke to the paper figures, as if seeing Xia Yubing’s parents in their living forms.

The two paper figures merely bobbed up and down in turns.
They didn’t speak, but Ms. Liu seemed to hear them all the same.

“I’m sorry. Thank you for looking after me all this time.
But I’m leaving now.
As for the remaining rent—take whatever’s left behind to offset it.
I truly have nothing valuable left.”
Ms. Liu said.

Then she extended her hand, as if to shake hands with her former landlords one last time.
The two paper figures drifted closer, brushing against her suspended hand several times—as if shaking hands.

In that instant, I saw a large amount of golden wealth aura flow through the hands into Ms. Liu’s body.
Her overwhelming bad luck was instantly scattered and shattered.

Ms. Liu’s haggard, worn face suddenly regained some radiance.
Even her heavy dark circles lightened.
If earlier she’d resembled a walking corpse, now she finally looked a bit like a living person.

The two paper figures passed by her shoulders.
Ms. Liu hadn’t fully reacted.
She only murmured in a fading voice, “Goodbye—or rather, farewell.”

But after taking two steps forward, she suddenly felt something was off.
She turned back abruptly—nothing behind her, empty air.

“Huh?”
Ms. Liu froze.
Mr. and Mrs. Xia, who’d just passed her—how could they vanish without a trace after two steps?

Then she looked doubtfully at her hand.
She’d felt something change just now, but couldn’t pinpoint what.

In the end, she could only continue outward.
But soon, Ms. Liu felt strange.
Just moments ago, she’d been utterly despairing, seeking only death.
Now, inexplicably, she felt ambitious again—ready to fight once more.

“Weird… why?
I don’t even have a gambling addiction.
But before leaving this world… maybe one last gamble?
I’ve got nothing left to lose anyway.”
Ms. Liu muttered to herself.

Having decided, she changed direction and headed toward her usual casino.

On the balcony, I sipped a can of cola, watching Ms. Liu’s receding figure.
The two paper figures floated beside me.
Soon, the tracking golden bee gu flew back too.

Her sensitivity to luck was indeed sharp—she’d noticed the change so quickly.
No wonder she used to win money consistently.

Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the outcome of her next gamble.
This was my first time commanding ghosts to transfer wealth—I didn’t know how effective it would be.

“Father, Mother, please return home.”
I respectfully invited the two paper figures back into the shrine.
As the book said, inviting gods is easy—sending them off is hard.
The real risk often comes after the task is done.

Fortunately, Xia Yubing’s parents didn’t make things difficult.
They obediently returned to the shrine.
I breathed a sigh of relief and offered them more tributes.

After finishing all this, a wave of intense fatigue suddenly hit me.
In truth, since the car accident and heavy blood loss, I’d been somewhat weak.
Plus, I’d talked successively with the old lady, Fei’er, and Ms. Liu.

Once everything was done, I couldn’t hold on any longer.
Even though it was still daytime, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep.

I slept straight through until evening.
When I woke and checked my phone, there was a new transfer notification—three thousand yuan, with a message.

“Miss Xia, I won at gambling!
I feel like Lady Luck is favoring me again!
I’ll keep renting—please continue to look after me.”