By evening, the group of young men began documenting everything with their cameras—eating, drinking, and having fun, leaving no detail unrecorded.
Not only was there no sign of any ghosts, but one of the guys who bought a lottery ticket even won five hundred yuan.
Everyone started teasing him.
“Staying in a haunted house? This place might actually be a lucky spot!”
“Watching him scratch that ticket made my hands itch. Why don’t we go buy a couple of lottery tickets ourselves? Maybe we’ll all win!”
“Let’s go then, what are we waiting for!”
With that, they put on their jackets and headed to the lottery shop.
To keep the recording authentic, the camera followed them the entire way.
Each of them bought two lottery tickets and decided to scratch them back in their room.
When they did, everyone was stunned.
If it weren’t for the camera recording everything, they would have thought they were putting on a show.
Every single one of them had won!
The amounts ranged from 20 to 100 yuan. Though not huge sums, none of them had ever experienced a situation where everyone won at once.
Of course, this was no coincidence. The talisman Jiang Yi had asked the landlady to place beneath the cabbage ornament had the effect of gathering wealth.
Having stayed there for a while, they had all absorbed a bit of that fortune.
The young men were thrilled and celebrated by buying beer and barbecue skewers.
The small inn was lively and brightly lit all night long.
Sister Chen sat behind the counter, watching the bustling scene, and even wiped away a tear.
It had been so long since it had been this lively.
In contrast to the excitement around them, Room 103 was filled with gloom and misery.
Spread out before Jiang Yi was a row of takeout boxes.
A family bucket, a large chicken cutlet, spicy hotpot, crayfish, soda, eight new outfits, and subscriptions to five different streaming platforms…
Earning money was like the journey of the four pilgrims to the Western Heaven—fraught with hardships and dangers.
But spending it was like reaching the Western Heaven and then flying straight back to the Tang Dynasty in the east—incredibly fast.
After Ancestor Grandma’s “guidance,” the ten thousand yuan had dwindled to just one thousand.
Jiang Yi’s heart ached at the thought.
But what choice did she have? Last night, Ancestor Grandma had made her chop Spirit Tablets all night in her dreams.
Did she want to chop and burn Spirit Tablets?
Then she could chop her own.
Each tablet was inscribed with “Jiang Yi’s Place.”
It was like doing all the things a “filial descendant” was supposed to do after her death while she was still alive.
Jiang Yi glanced resentfully at the Spirit Tablet lying on the bed.
The tablet was propped diagonally against the pillow, as if someone were leisurely lying there with their legs crossed.
On the TV, a certain worldly gentleman and a beauty were entangled in their unavoidable affairs.
Seeing Jiang Yi remain motionless for a while, the Spirit Tablet shifted slightly.
Jiang Yi quickly said, “Alright, alright, I’ll burn it for you!”
Then she muttered under her breath, “Hope you don’t choke on it~”
With that, Jiang Yi formed a few hand seals with her fingers, and Spiritual Power swirled rapidly around her.
The row of takeout boxes in front of her suddenly burst into flames.
The blazing fire quickly consumed everything, turning into wisps of smoke that vanished without a trace.
Yet the flimsy table in the small inn remained completely untouched.
It was empty, as if nothing had ever been placed there.
Meanwhile, the Spirit Tablet on the bed gave a few gentle twists.
Though it was just a wooden board, it somehow radiated a sense of joy.
Jiang Yi washed up and hurriedly climbed into bed, eager to get some sleep while she still could.
Once Ancestor Grandma finished her “meal,” she would likely enter Jiang Yi’s dreams and put on a Liaoping County fashion show.
Performer: Ancestor Grandma.
Host: Ancestor Grandma.
Clothing Provider: The Big Sucker Jiang Yi.
In a villa in Huashi, a sleeping man’s forehead was covered in sweat, his expression twisted, and painful sounds kept escaping his throat.
After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.
He frantically patted himself all over—not a single scratch.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Ever since he ran over a dog two days ago, he hadn’t been able to sleep peacefully.
In his dreams, he either turned into a dog, chased and crushed into mud by speeding cars, or was surrounded by over a dozen dogs, constantly being bitten and torn apart.
He could even vividly feel the pain of his flesh being ripped away.
In the past, he had hit dogs with his car more than once when he encountered them on the road, but he had never experienced anything like this. It was just too bizarre!
The man was Cui Bin, a live-in driver for the boss, Lian Zhiqiang, at Lianfa Real Estate, the leading real estate enterprise in the country.
Lian Zhiqiang trusted Cui Bin deeply and took him everywhere.
Many people who wanted to get close to Lian Zhiqiang would bribe Cui Bin to learn his whereabouts and arrange a “fateful” encounter.
Half a month ago, Lian Zhiqiang suddenly fell from upstairs.
After a medical examination, nothing was found wrong with him, but he just wouldn’t wake up.
The Lian family searched everywhere for masters to break the curse, but all they found were fake masters. They spent a lot of money with no results.
A dog-walking nanny in the Lian household was from Jiang Yi’s village.
Seeing her employer so anxious, she mentioned it in passing.
On the day Jiang Yi took a bus to Liaoping County, she encountered the luxury car driver who had run over a dog on the road—it was Cui Bin.
Cui Bin wiped the sweat from his forehead, got out of bed, and retrieved another key.
He carefully opened the door and peeked inside.
Seeing no one around, he closed the door like a thief and headed to the third floor.
In the only bedroom on the third floor, a woman was sleeping soundly when she suddenly felt someone slip into her bed.
She was about to scream in fright but then realized who it was.
In this house, only that person had a key to her room.
She punched the man’s chest, “Are you trying to scare me to death~”
The man immediately grabbed her delicate fist and pressed it against his chest, “I just missed you, that’s all.”
The woman’s well-maintained face immediately flushed with shyness, “You devil!”
What followed was a night under the same blanket.
Afterward, the man leaned against the headboard, lit a post-coital cigarette, and asked, “How much longer can the old man hold on?”
The woman rested her head on his chest and said with slight concern, “Who knows! That old thing is getting on in years and never made a will. He just collapsed out of nowhere.
Now the company is entirely under Lian Hao’s control. Our Lian Hao is only eight years old and doesn’t have a single share.
We still need to find a way to bring the old man back, take good care of him, coax him into writing a will, and leave all the property to our son, Lian Hao.”
The woman was Lian Zhiqiang’s second wife, Liang Ru.
She married Lian Zhiqiang when she was just twenty-seven, only seven years older than Lian Zhiqiang’s eldest son from his deceased wife. She was a low-tier young model.
At the time, she went to great lengths to seduce Lian Zhiqiang.
Unexpectedly, Lian Zhiqiang wasn’t particularly passionate about romantic affairs. Liang Ru didn’t get pregnant for two years after marrying into the family.
She tried every means to find out Lian Zhiqiang’s whereabouts, and in the process, she and Cui Bin hit it off.
Lian Zhiqiang had a younger son at forty-nine and truly doted on him, giving him the moon if he asked for the stars.
Little did he know, the child wasn’t his at all.
Now that he was unconscious, this adulterous couple was scheming how to take advantage of him.
Cui Bin listened to Liang Ru’s words, but he had his own calculations in mind.
Forget about Lian Zhiqiang for now; even his eldest son, Lian Hao, was not easy to get along with.
At a young age, he had already displayed extraordinary business talent, surpassing even his father.
His stepson, Lian Hao, was only eight years old this year. Trying to compete with his older brother was likely too naive.
Moreover, even if Lian Hao were to inherit the Lian family’s fortune, what good would it do?
Could Liang Ru really tell him that he was her own son?
By then, he would only feel ashamed of his origins.
Relying on others is never as good as relying on oneself. While the old man wasn’t completely gone yet, he still needed to plan for himself.
Cui Bin said, “Darling, I recently inquired and found out there’s a very skilled brain specialist in the United States.
I’ve contacted his assistant. If he were to come from there, it would cost at least two million.
Additionally, I’ve also found a retired master who would charge over a million just to come out of seclusion.
To be honest, I’m not optimistic about the old man’s condition.
If we spend all this money, it might just go down the drain.
Why don’t we just forget about it? The money could be left for you and our son, and it would still be of great use.”
Cui Bin’s tactic of retreating to advance indeed lifted Liang Ru’s spirits.
She hugged Cui Bin’s waist and said pitifully, “At a time like this, it’s still you who thinks of me and our son.
But three million is just a drop in the bucket compared to that old man’s immense wealth.
Tomorrow, I’ll transfer the money to you. Please help me invite both of them over.”