Chapter 21: Yin and Yang Combination

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  The whole first half of the night, I spent in anxious waiting and cigarette smoke, during which I couldn't eat a single thing, as if constantly smoking was my material sustenance...

  Finally, after holding on until half past ten in the evening, I tidied up a bit, drank some water, and set off ahead of time towards the direction of the small wooden house.

  I know I left too early, but I didn't want to keep waiting at home, I'd rather wait outside the cabin and wait for midnight to arrive, then enter the cabin immediately.

  When I arrived at the door of the small wooden house with a flashlight, I looked at my watch on my wrist. The time displayed was 11:01 at night, which means I still need to wait outside for at least an hour.

  In the time waiting for midnight to arrive, I took out the cigarettes that I had prepared beforehand and squatted in a corner outside the small wooden hut, sucking on them fiercely.

  I'm not a smoker, that's for sure. I just use cigarettes to numb my mind and sigh with convenience. Others smoke to savor the flavor of tobacco, but when I smoke, I inhale all the smoke into my mouth and swallow it, which makes my throat dry and uncomfortable...

  After a long wait, I finally waited for the arrival of midnight at twelve o'clock. Impatiently, I quickly stepped to the front door, took out the key and opened the wooden door.

  I've never been so eager to get into this small cabin, it's my third day on duty, the first two times I didn't want to come but had no choice, and this time, I'm really anxious to get in...

  As I walked into the wooden house, I hastily turned on the lights inside, then sat down in the chair at my desk and waited. [Book Reading House]

  I hope the young man can come as soon as possible, because in the first two times he was always the first guest to appear in front of me, so this time, I hope he can "keep his promise".

  But what I didn't expect was that just as I sat in the chair anxiously waiting, the young man who had been drinking didn't show up after all...

  I glanced at the watch on my wrist and I had waited for a full half hour, but this guy still refused to show up.

  Won't he be coming?

  I suddenly had such an idea, but the next second, this idea was vetoed by me, because Old Yin Liu said clearly that as long as there is someone on duty in the small wooden house, as long as the door of the small wooden house is open, he must come here to report after midnight.

  So I know, as long as Yin Lao Liu didn't deceive me, I can completely put my mind at ease.

  But just as I was anxiously waiting, something strange happened...

  "Bang!"

  Suddenly, a gust of black wind blew open the door of the small wooden house!

  That's right, although it was night and I might not have seen clearly, but under the dim yellow light, what I saw was true and clear: the one that blew open the wooden door was a black gust of wind, a black gust of wind as if dyed with ink!

  When the black wind blew open the door of the small wooden house, it suddenly turned around and rushed towards me. In a situation where I was completely unprepared, my desk files, papers, pens, hand-held flashlights, mobile phones, and half a pack of cigarettes were all blown up by the wind, and they rushed towards me with their heads covered in dust.

  "Whoosh!"

  As the things on the table were smashed one by one onto my face and body, I instinctively hugged my head, curled up in a corner behind the chair.

  This gust of black wind was blowing too hard, and it was pressing down on me so much that I could hardly breathe. But when I tried to take a breath, I would inhale this black wind, which felt icy cold, just like someone had suddenly stuffed a large piece of ice into my mouth.

  Just as I was exhausted from responding to this sudden event in front of me, the wind suddenly dissipated and the house returned to calm in an instant.

  As I slowly got up, I looked around and found an unbelievable fact...

  Everything on the table is arranged properly!

  The files were still neatly placed in the folder, and the paper and pen had not been moved at all. Even my phone, flashlight, and half a pack of cigarettes seemed to have not been touched.

  "How could this be? Am I having an illusion?"

  Just as I was muttering to myself in disbelief, a voice suddenly came from in front of me, that of an old man.

  "Haha! Little friend, we meet again!"

  "Who? Who is speaking?"

  Hearing such a voice, I hastily looked around, but found that in front of me, inside this small wooden house, there was no one!

  I'm completely bewildered and also scared out of my wits, what...what on earth is going on here?

  Just as I was at a loss and scared to the point where my heart almost jumped out, a cold hand suddenly patted me on the shoulder.

  When I realized that my shoulder had been patted by someone, I was so frightened that I jumped over the table with a whoosh and fell awkwardly on the empty floor under the high platform in front of the table.

  I've never reacted so quickly before, and I couldn't have imagined that I could jump over the table with such agility.

  When I was rubbing my sore butt, looking straight at the place behind the chair back of my desk, I saw an old man, and it was an old man who was not unfamiliar to me!

  "Is it you? That...that sanitation uncle? You...you're not a living person either?!"

  The person behind the chair is none other than the sanitation uncle who helped me find my way when I was lost on a spooky road.

  I remember Old Yin telling me during the day that I was the only living person who could enter this small wooden hut...

  Seeing me staring at him in surprise, the sanitation uncle smiled and said: "That's right, it's me. Little friend, I saw you sitting there alone so late at night, looking a bit bored, so I thought of teasing you, didn't scare you, did I?"

  Aren't you scared? I really wanted to rush up to him and scold him loudly, this is no joke, someone with a bad heart could die from the fright! But on my mouth, I forced myself to say: "Ah... nothing, nothing! That big... uncle, you are too..." I stopped mid-sentence.

  "Haha, that's right, I'm a dead person too. Just now I was just testing my skills and moved some yin wind to tease you! But don't worry, the things on the table I put back in their original place, not missing a single bit."

  "Moving the yin wind? Oh! No wonder that gust of wind was black." I suddenly realized, and also understood from his words why the things on the table seemed to have not been moved at all. It wasn't an illusion, but a trick used by Uncle Sanitation.

  "Following me, he asked again: 'Uncle, are you also here for matchmaking?'"

  He smiled and replied, "I had a family before I died, and my daughter is still alive, so I'm not interested in ghost marriage. But my daughter... Alas! Let's just forget about the family scandal. This time I came to ask for your help to find a husband for my daughter."

  "Arrange a marriage? What marriage? Is it also a ghost marriage? No! Didn't you say your daughter is still alive?" I was somewhat puzzled.

  "It's a yin-yang marriage."

  "What's yin-yang marriage?" I didn't understand what Uncle Sanitation meant.

  "The so-called yin-yang marriage is a wedding between one dead person and one living person."

  "What?! Is there such a wedding?! Can the dead and the living also get married?" I was shocked as soon as I heard what Uncle Sanitation said.

  The sanitation uncle smiled and said: "What's wrong with this? This is a very normal yin-yang match."

  When the sanitation uncle said that, I hastily replied: "Okay, you tell me how to do it specifically, and I'll follow suit." Although I was very curious, I didn't bother to ask questions, after all, I was waiting for that young man to save my father, and I didn't have the leisure to understand these things that I thought were temporarily somewhat redundant.

  But I didn't want to know about all that yin and yang matching, this and that, yet this sanitation uncle started rambling on.

  "Sigh... To be honest with you, my surname is Sun and I have a daughter. A few years ago, my daughter got to know Zhao Yang, a bus driver, and they just clicked."

  "Zhao Yang? You mean the Zhao Yang who drives bus No. 64?" As soon as he said that, I vaguely felt that there was something fishy going on here.

  "Yes, Zhao Yang is a loyal and honest person, always giving in to my daughter. But unexpectedly, my daughter doesn't understand the situation, spending all of Zhao Yang's salary, accepting his various forms of care that seem natural to her, but her mind is actually thinking about those rich young masters."

  "What's next?" I had a premonition that a tragic story of a gold-digging woman who loathes poverty and loves wealth was about to unfold.

  Later, my daughter kept flirting with men who could afford private cars, thinking that only those who could afford private cars were worthy of being her husband. She would often scold Zhao Yang for being incompetent, saying he couldn't even afford a car after driving one his whole life. In the end, my daughter spent all of Zhao Yang's savings and became the mistress of a man with a private car, which drove Zhao Yang completely mad.

  He paused for a moment, and the sanitation uncle continued: "That was a somewhat crazy night, Zhao Yang drove the 64th bus on the last bus to start a crazy and cruel revenge..."

  That night, he kept crashing into private cars on that road, treating all male drivers who could afford a car as enemies... and then the road became a haunted road. Although Zhao Yang died, his resentment did not dissipate, and he transformed into a ghost driver driving a spirit car. And my daughter has been plagued by nightmares ever since, with disasters following one after another."

  "Oh! So that's how it is! Then tell me specifically what to do?" To be honest, I really don't have the mood to listen to his story now...

  "I had a dream the other day and entrusted my daughter to marry Zhao Yang in a spiritual marriage, so that Zhao Yang's resentment would disperse and the ghost road would also be peaceful. And if Zhao Yang's resentment disperses, I believe my daughter will no longer suffer and will not live in nightmares anymore. As for how you do it, I hope you can find time to go to Sunjiatou in the northern suburbs to find a girl named Sun Jiayi, explain your intention, and then follow the rules of ghost marriage to spiritually marry them."

  PS: I'm going out temporarily today to handle some things, so there will be a temporary update of one chapter. Updates will resume to two chapters tomorrow. Hope you can forgive me!!! Readers' group has seen the book's introduction, welcome everyone to join and discuss the plot.

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