The “night-wandering spirits” the jar ghost mentioned were creatures similar to malevolent spirits like [1]“Chimei and wangliang” (魑魅魍魉) is a traditional Chinese term that refers to various kinds of demons, monsters, or malevolent spirits—especially the strange, hidden beings said to lurk in … Continue reading jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_2072825_1_1').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_2072825_1_1', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });chimei and wangliang, elemental beings formed from the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. They took on the appearance of human infants and always appeared in the middle of the night, usually gathering in groups of a dozen or so, holding hands and roaming the mountains at night.
Because of this, people called them “night-wandering gods.” As they were embodiments of spiritual energy itself, they were generally not attacked.
The jar ghost said nervously, “That night-wandering spirit was just my size. Pfft, just like that, it got squashed to death. Wuwuwuwu.”
Chu Mingjia: “…”
She didn’t say anything. She watched as Chen Ming finished tidying up the house. None of them stepped inside. They stood at the doorway, listening to Chen Ming’s father ramble on about how luxurious his girlfriend’s house was, like a castle, he said, and how spacious the luxury car she sent to pick him up every day was, so wide that eight people could sit sideways in it.
Hearing this, Han Fengchen really couldn’t hold back. He muttered, “What kind of luxury car can fit eight people sitting sideways? Even a bus can only fit five, right?”
No matter how hard Han Fengchen racked his little brain, he couldn’t figure it out.
Chen Ming looked a bit embarrassed and said to Chu Mingjia, “Ever since Xiao Yun came back last time, he’s been like this. I haven’t really seen him go out much, but every day he brags about his rich girlfriend.”
His expression was almost numb. “I don’t care about his girlfriend. I just want to know where he abandoned Xiao Yun. I’ve been searching for a whole day and night and still haven’t found her.”
Usually, he could find her. A delay like this, with no news, had never happened before. Coupled with his father’s strange behavior, Chen Ming was frightened. After much thought, he called Chu Mingjia.
Chu Mingjia reassured him, “Your sister is fine. Even if we can’t find her right away, don’t worry too much.”
With those words from Chu Mingjia, Chen Ming immediately felt relieved. Her calm demeanor and authoritative tone gave him great comfort.
Chu Mingjia glanced at Chen Ming’s father, thought for a moment, and then asked, “The first time your sister went missing, did your father take her out, or did she wander off on her own?”
Chen Ming thought back and shook his head. “I can’t remember the first time. She goes missing a lot.”
It felt like he had been searching for his sister his whole life. She was four years younger than him, only twelve now. Since childhood, she had been autistic, unwilling to get close to people, and rarely spoke.
So every time she went missing, Chen Ming had to search for a long time.
“But I do remember one time,” Chen Ming said angrily. “He took Xiao Yun up to Qishan Mountain and didn’t bring her back. When I got home, I heard the neighbors say that Chen Li was trying to abandon Xiao Yun because he didn’t want to be mocked for having an autistic daughter.”
Chen Li was Chen Ming’s father.
The real reason, though, was that Chen Li believed his daughter had no future, she would never be able to work and make money. She would just have to live at home, eating his food and living under his roof. Better to get rid of her.
Han Fengchen sneered. “If your sister doesn’t come back this time, sue him for abandonment.”
Hearing this, the live stream audience was also furious:
【Not everyone deserves to be a parent!】
【Scumbag. You can report him for abandonment right now! He’s abandoned his daughter who knows how many times!】
【I hope Xiao Yun is found. If not, this scumbag should pay with his life!】
【Watching Sister Chu’s live stream, there’s no need to get so worked up. There might be a twist after tonight’s grave-digging. Everyone, stay calm.】
【No matter what twist happens, a drunkard who abandons his daughter is still a sinner!】
……
Chu Mingjia looked around the layout of Chen Ming’s house and then walked a full circle outside. The more she looked, the more she felt something was off.
She returned to the front door and asked Jiang Mao, “Do you notice anything wrong?”
Jiang Mao nodded and said quietly, “There’s a formation here. The Great Seven Barriers Array.”
Han Fengchen leaned in nervously. “Sis, what formation? Is it like the others, something buried underground for fortune-borrowing?”
As he spoke, he felt goosebumps rise all over his body. He looked at the house with nervous eyes, as if he expected a funerary urn to be buried somewhere inside.
Seeing Han Fengchen clutching Chu Mingjia’s hem again, Jiang Mao’s expression turned cold. Ignoring the fact that Liu Jun was filming them with the camera, he reached over and pulled Han Fengchen’s hand away.
Startled, Han Fengchen flinched. He jumped back and turned to look at Jiang Mao. “What are you doing?”
Jiang Mao glanced at the crumpled hem of Chu Mingjia’s clothes and said coldly, “Men and women should not be too familiar.”
And there was something else he didn’t say, Chu Mingjia was Han Fengchen’s stepmother. What kind of stepson acted like this toward his stepmother? Utterly disrespectful.
The more Jiang Mao looked at Han Fengchen, the more displeased he became. Han Fengchen, intimidated by Jiang Mao’s dark gaze, guiltily withdrew his hand.
Jiang Mao wasn’t wearing a microphone, so the live stream audience couldn’t hear what he said clearly. But they saw his actions!
【Whoa, sorry President Han. I’m climbing over the wall to ship these two for two minutes.】
【Gotta admit, this cameraman really cares about Sister Chu. He’s always putting himself between her and danger. Is he also a bodyguard? Dog head jpg.】
【And Mr. Jiang is very wary of Chenchen. That night in the haunted house, the way he looked at Chenchen, he practically wanted to drag him out.】
……
Chu Mingjia’s live stream was growing in popularity, and with more fans came more attention. Jiang Mao stayed by her side every day, naturally attracting a large following of fans who shipped the two of them as a couple.
However, Chu Mingjia never paid attention to such things. “Shipping” meant nothing to her, Jiang Mao was just a tool for digging graves in her eyes.
Chu Mingjia looked at Jiang Mao. “Let’s break the formation first.”
Jiang Mao nodded and immediately began circling the house, searching for the formation’s anchor points.
As soon as Jiang Mao left, Han Fengchen nervously sidled back up to Chu Mingjia and asked cautiously, “Sis, are we digging a grave?”
Chu Mingjia: “…”
She shook her head. “No. No grave this time.”
Han Fengchen let out a huge sigh of relief. He touched the bracelet Chu Mingjia had given him and clasped his hands together. “Thank goodness. I couldn’t handle digging graves every day.”
Ever since the first day of the show, he had regretted it. Grave-digging, ghost babies, his intestines were green with regret.
Chu Mingjia glanced at the live stream, then turned to look at Chen Ming, who was standing nearby. She patiently explained, “There’s nothing wrong with your house itself. But generally speaking, ancestral homes are tied to the feng shui of one’s ancestors. If the feng shui and fortune of your family are good, a knowledgeable practitioner could rearrange things to disrupt or even transfer that fortune.”
Many older generations firmly believed in these things, so when building a house, they would invite a master in the field to assess it. In some southern regions, houses even had an inner courtyard, tianjing, which was not something just anyone could install. Only elderly masters who had devoted decades to the craft would dare to help open a tianjing. And such masters were becoming rarer by the day.
If opened properly, a tianjing could act like a cornucopia, gathering spiritual energy from heaven, earth, the sun, and the moon. But if opened incorrectly, it could have the opposite effect.
Chen Ming’s house had a tianjing. Chu Mingjia had examined it. The tianjing was well done. The only potential drawback was that it could easily be used as an anchor point for fortune-borrowing.
Chen Ming frowned. “With feng shui like this, it can still be considered good?”
If it were really good, could it have produced a grandson like his father?
People would laugh themselves to death if they heard that.
Chen Ming turned to look at Chu Mingjia and said awkwardly, “Sister Chu, it’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just—”
He paused, scratching his head. “It’s just that… ah, forget it.”
He felt like he couldn’t explain it clearly.
If the feng shui were really good, could it have produced a descendant like his father?
Livestream chat:
【LOL, I’m dying. This kid is way too honest.】
【Could it be that the family’s fortune was transferred away, which is why his dad turned out like this?】
【Hard to say, but it’s definitely possible.】
……
Chu Mingjia shook her head. “Ancestral feng shui doesn’t manifest in everyone. It often only takes one person to lift an entire family.”
Chen Ming still didn’t fully understand. His thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by worry for his sister.
Just then, Jiang Mao came around from the back of the house, holding a wooden bead bracelet. He showed it to Chu Mingjia. “I found the anchor point.”
The anchor point turned out to be nothing more than a wooden bead bracelet. Everyone present was stunned.
Chen Ming’s eyes widened. “Th-this looks like mine!”
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