Chapter 2 Reunion

  The Zhao family, the richest in Shucheng.

  "Master, master, Master Guiyan has arrived." A young servant hastily ran over to report.

  "Hurry up and come with me to greet him." Zhao Waiwai hastily said. He suddenly stood up, almost knocking over the scalding hot tea.

  "Old man, what's the hurry?" A beautiful woman pouted and said. "We've had these people over before, yet you still have to personally go out to greet them."

  Although Zhao was somewhat anxious, he explained in a good temper to his second wife: "This Master Guiyan is different from those people. Although the fee is higher, it really works. And I've invited Bai Yuguang and Chang Qingzi to come over for extra security. It's probably about time, let's go out together to welcome them."

  "Alright, alright." The beautiful woman said reluctantly. It's been so long since they died, and yet there is still unrest. "Master, after this matter has passed, Jing'er's marriage should also be arranged. As the eldest sister of the family, it's been delayed until now because of that matter."

  "It's time to get things done. Let's invite Liu Feng over one of these days, sigh... he was supposed to be Ting'er's fiancé..."

  "Old master, what about the fiancé? The wedding hadn't even been set yet and second miss had already passed away. Besides, Jing'er is still your eldest daughter, why do you always keep thinking of second miss?" The beautiful woman said with a hint of grievance.

  "Alas, I just mentioned it in passing." Zhao Wai hurriedly comforted the beautiful woman. His own wife had passed away early, leaving only a daughter who also died of illness. Alas... "Hurry up and go, we can't afford to offend these people."

  "What right do you have?" The beautiful woman shouted angrily.

  "Alas, it's best we don't provoke those who deal with the dead. Let's hurry up, if we keep them waiting for too long, it won't be good." Zhao Yuanwai hastened his pace, pulling the beautiful woman along as they rushed towards the front hall.

  ……

  "Ghost Eye Master." A magnetic voice sounded, with a calm tone, although it was called Master, there was no respectful meaning.

  "Oh, isn't this Bai Yu Gongzi Changqingzi? What's with you?" Gu Yan Hehe asked.

  "Entrusted by others, I suppose you are also a master." Chang Qingzi said, then looked at the two people standing beside Gu Yan and asked: "Who are these two?"

  "My eldest disciple, Ghost Birth." The ghost pointed at the handsome man leaning on the chair and said, then pointing to the side: "That is my second disciple, Ghost Spirit."

  "A ghost!" exclaimed a slender and refined-looking young book boy of about twelve or thirteen years old beside Zhang Qingzi.

  "Wood bud!" Chang Qingzi scolded in a low voice, "Sorry, Wood Bud didn't mean to."

  "I know that Soul's name is indeed a bit unusual. Soul, come and meet Master Changqing."

  "En." The ghost replied softly, slowly lifting his head, closing the book in his hand, and looking at Chang Qingzi said: "Hello."

  "Hello," Chang Qingzi said.

  A refined and elegant young man, a lovely and beautiful girl, a simple greeting, but the two people stood there simultaneously, and the atmosphere was a bit quiet for a moment.

  "Ah, junior sister." Guisheng shouted loudly.

  "What's wrong?" The ghost turned around and asked Guisheng.

  "There's nothing, just that, uh, soul-binding symbol you taught me last time, I'm still not quite clear about it." Qī Shēng said with a scratch of his head, looking embarrassed.

  "Oh, wait a minute, I'll teach you again." The ghost said slowly, and once again opened the book that was closed on his leg.

  "Could it be that Brother Shifu is actually weaker than Sister Shifu?" Mu Ya said in surprise.

  "Hey!" Kishin shouted loudly.

  "Sprout!"

  "Sir, is it a question that's difficult to answer?" Mu Ya said with some puzzlement.

  "It's not difficult, ghosts are indeed inferior to souls." The ghost rubbed his beard and said with a smile.

  "Master!"

  "What's wrong? I didn't say anything wrong." Guī Yǎn said innocently.

  Chang Qingzi looked at the woman who was not disturbed by the outside world, still sitting there quietly reading a book. Her pale fingers slowly drew on the book, originally looking at talismans. It looks quite fluent, but I don't know how long she has been practicing.

  "Sorry to keep you all waiting." A deep voice sounded, and the beautiful woman standing beside him was quietly standing by. This is where the second wife excelled, outsiders were present, had to give enough face. When there was no one around, how to make a scene would become a hobby.

  "I didn't expect Zhao Yuanwai to have also invited Young Master Changqingzi." said Guiyan with a smile.

  "It's just that things are a bit big, it's better with one more person." Zhao Wai said with a smile.

  "Zhao Yuanwai, tell us about the whole story." Chang Qingzi said calmly.

  "Alright." Zhao Wai nodded. "The matter started six months ago, my daughter Zhao Ting had been in poor health since childhood, so I let her live in a separate courtyard to rest and recover. However, she still passed away after a long illness. Two days after we finished handling the aftermath, bloodstains suddenly appeared on the floor of the room where my daughter used to live. The servants didn't think much of it, assuming that the maids hadn't done their job properly and hadn't swept the floor clean. But after cleaning up the bloodstains, they reappeared two days later, this time covering the entire floor. When the servants reported this to me, I immediately invited some Taoist priests to perform rituals. However, not only did it have no effect, but the bloodstains even spread to the doors and windows. Over the past six months, I've invited many Taoist priests to perform rituals, but the bloodstains have already spread throughout the entire courtyard, so I asked you two to come." Zhao Wai wiped the sweat from his forehead, saying that the appearance of the courtyard was truly terrifying.

  "Zhao Yewai, why don't you move out?" the ghost asked strangely. Normally, people would have fled in a hurry when encountering such things.

  "We can't escape." The beautiful woman suddenly interjected, her face full of fearful expressions.

  Zhao Yewai patted the woman's shoulder and then looked at the crowd, saying: "I once thought of moving away, but as soon as this idea appeared, I..."

  "What's wrong?" Mu Ya asked curiously.

  "Strange things kept happening, not fatal but enough to keep me bedridden for a long time." Zhao's slightly plump body shook with anxiety. "We suspect that the little girl might have had some unfulfilled wishes, so..."

  "Go and take a look, then you'll know." The ghost said suddenly.

  Mr. Zhao looked at the girl who kept her head down and asked uncertainly: "Miss, what did you just say?"

  "Take us to that courtyard and have a look." The ghost put the book into his cloth bag and stood up.

  "Let's go and take a look." Chang Qingzi also spoke up lightly.

  "Wait a minute, Wu Guan Jia, Wu Guan Jia!" Zhao Yuan Wai shouted loudly towards the outside of the door.

  "What instructions does Master have?" A middle-aged man walked in, with a respectful attitude but without the slightest hint of servility.

  "Take a few masters with you and go take a look at that place," said Zhao Muwai.

  The middle-aged man raised his head in surprise and glanced at the few people with ghostly eyes. Usually, ordinary people would take a long time to consider before being willing to try after hearing the old master's narrative, how could they want to go see so quickly?

  "Is it Wu Guanjia?" Zhao Wai asked in a low voice.

  "Ah, it's the old master. Please come this way, several masters." Wu the housekeeper bowed respectfully and led the crowd towards that strange courtyard.