Chapter Five: The Fire Devil Claims Lives

  Fuhe put away the newspaper and began to prepare. He knew that even if he had a great grievance, he couldn't just watch as ghosts harmed people. Even if that person was a bad one, he believed in the cycle of heaven's justice, and that bad people would ultimately not be able to escape heaven's punishment. The old woman was already so old, lonely and helpless, who knows when she might die without anyone to collect her body, wasn't this also a kind of retribution?

  Fuhe turned to the manual, which recorded how to subdue that vengeful spirit. According to the book, if the resentful ghost's eyes turned red, it would be more troublesome. Usually, these red-eyed vengeful spirits were even more ferocious because their resentment was so strong that they had basically become a mixture of ghosts and demons. One in a hundred years, a demon with strong demonic powers could control even those with high spiritual powers.

  "Not right!" Fu Chuan seemed to have thought of something, he thought that the female ghost was formed by the accumulation of resentment or grievances over a hundred years, or even longer, so why were the eyes of that female ghost red?

  Fu Xiang suddenly felt that things were absolutely not so simple, how could a half-ghost and half-demon thing entangle an old woman, he knew that the matter was not as simple as he had thought earlier.

  Fu Chuan stood under the Furong Building, his foot had already stepped forward, but he quickly pulled it back. He turned around to leave, he wouldn't go ask her! Just as Fu Chuan was about to turn and leave, two little girls suddenly darted out from in front of him, and upon seeing Fu Chuan, they sweetly called out "Shifu" (Master).

  Then the two of them walked one by one, carrying the stretcher into the elevator. One by one, they asked: "Master Shibo, are you here to find our Master?"

  Another one: "Shibo must be here to find our family's Shifu."

  "But it's so early, Master is still sleeping."

  Fujiang originally thought that since he was still sleeping, he wouldn't disturb him, but as soon as his mouth moved, the elevator door opened, and then he was pushed out by two girls. They did it on purpose, absolutely on purpose!

  The person was still the same, beautiful and elegant, with a single frown or smile able to capture anyone's attention. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in a white knee-length dress, probably having spotted him as soon as he walked out of the Baofa Building.

  Fu Chuan walked past her unintentionally, with his back to himself. As the footsteps approached, he turned around, and his eyes still had the same calmness as before. When he looked at himself, it was just like looking at someone else, Fu Chuan didn't think she had anything special for him, even though people around him since childhood said that he and Shao Shimei were the most compatible.

  "What a rare guest." Li Baobao's voice was soft and beautiful, yet powerful. Fu Chuan smiled and walked to her side, accustomed to standing by her side, after all these years, still couldn't change the habit.

  "Trouble you with something." Fu Chuan didn't want to beat around the bush, even if he was being made a fool of today, he had to figure some things out. Li Baobao raised an eyebrow and asked, "Official business?"

  "What else can I do?" Fuchuan felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, this was the first time he spoke to her like that. Li Baobao's face instantly darkened, she almost angrily said to Fuchuan: "Official business requires an appointment!"

  From young to old, everyone has always pampered her and put her in the palm of their hands, including herself. She probably never had anyone bother her like this before. Fuchuan thought to himself that he was doing it on purpose. Fuchuan walked out and knocked twice on the door, "Can I come in now?"

  Fu Chuan walked up to Li Baobao: "You don't have any customers now, so I'll just ask you a question, it won't take up too much of your time."

  "Ask the divination for 99,999,999!" Li Baobao opened his mouth wide, and Fu Chuan took out the birth date eight characters, knocked on the table, and said loudly: "Quote a price with a clear conscience!"

  "Don't ask me to back down!" Li Baobao wasn't someone he could intimidate, she had been riding roughshod over him for twenty years, and she had never backed down. Fu Chuan knew that he was being stubborn, but when it came to being stubborn, he couldn't beat her - after all, her temper was like a cow's, and even her zodiac sign was the Cow. Fu Chuan changed his tactics, softening his tone, "Er Bao..."

  Er Bao is Li Baobao's nickname, and Li Baobao immediately rolled her eyes, she hated it the most when others called her by this nickname.

  "Alright, baby, just consider it helping your brother out, we'll settle the bill later, okay?"

  Anyway, the debt from before hasn't been paid off yet. Li Baobao looked at him and then glanced at the birth chart on the table, saying with a tone of disdain: "You owe quite a bit to Hui Ling too." With an expression that showed she didn't believe him.

  Fu Chuan also got angry and said: "Do you like divination or not? Are you the only one in the world who calculates fortunes?"

  Fu Chuan turned around and left, Li Baobao didn't even try to retain him, she raised her hands high and looked at him from above, just as Fu Chuan stopped in his tracks outside the door. It's true that there are others in the world who can read fortunes, but all the fortune-telling skills of the Li family come from her alone.

  Fu Chuan turned around and said: "Alright, I'll write a check for you."

  Li Baobao was finally satisfied and took out the birth eight characters, which were obtained by Fu Chuan letting San Yang find the birthday of a dead girl. He had to know whether the soul of this girl now is what he saw that day, or has it been reincarnated?

  Li Baobao finally gave Fu Chuan an answer that the underworld couldn't find any information about this ghost, and Fu Chuan was shocked and asked: "Why can't it be found?"

  Li Baobao said: "There are two possibilities, she is not a ghost at all, or she is a ghost but not in the cycle of reincarnation. If it's the latter, this ghost is formidable, transcending the cycle of reincarnation and not subject to the governance of the underworld, doing whatever she wants."

  "I'm sure she's a ghost," Fu Chuan said firmly. "If she's a ghost, it's impossible that we can't find out her origin."

  Li Baobao said: "Anyone who can turn into a fierce ghost must have been a great villain in their lifetime."

  Fu Chuan thought for a moment, then got up and left. Li Baobao watched him leave, and couldn't help but feel worried in her heart. Fu Chuan walked downstairs, looking at the tree branches that didn't move at all under the scorching sun, and was puzzled in his heart. Since only great villains can become evil spirits, what kind of great villainy could a young girl who died unjustly at the age of ten or so have done?

  Fuhe crouched down and picked up a piece of soil from under the big tree, then put it in his pants pocket. He walked back towards the Baofa Building ahead.

  Back home, Fu Chuan looked everywhere for San Yang, but San Yang had run off somewhere and Fu Chuan could only return to the underground garage again. The underground garage was full of Fu Chuan's cars, actually, he was quite wealthy, but all his money was in the bank, which he couldn't touch until he turned thirty. Those were ancestral assets left behind by his ancestors, who had set up a foundation twenty years ago to prevent their descendants from becoming idle and lazy. The money was managed by the foundation, and Fu Chuan received an allowance every month until he turned thirty, when he would be able to access the large sums in the bank.

  This garage belongs to Fu Chuan, and there are many antique cars inside. Although they look old and worn out now, twenty years ago these cars were all imported from abroad. There are also some classic sports cars that have been discontinued. Back then, driving them was really cool. It was like this that Fu Chuan's father won over his mother.

  Fu Chuan took out the mud block, then put it in his mouth and chewed on it. A strong earthy smell filled his nostrils. He stood on one foot, clasped his hands together with his index finger raised, and made a gurgling sound in his throat, "Please invite the ghost messenger!"

  Just now, I didn't invite the ghost to my home because there was no earth energy that could be stepped on at home. If you can't step on the earth energy, you can't invite the ghost to come up and make up for it. Fu Chuan stepped on it twice in a row, and his mouth was still chanting "Please, ghost".

  As soon as the voice fell, the garage was suddenly shrouded in thick white fog. The cold air spread from Fei Chuan's feet to his whole body. It seemed like something was coming out of the fog. Four tall figures slowly emerged from the fog, their heads two meters higher than normal people. Two of them wore black long coats and the other two wore white long coats, each holding a bamboo stick wrapped in paper. One of them grumbled: "What did you invite us here for?"

  Fuhe chewed on the mud while muttering, "Of course there's something. Help me check if you have a red-clothed female ghost named xx under your command."

  The ghosts were not going to do it for nothing, and Fu Chuan naturally saw through their intentions. Fu Chuan stated the conditions, and only then did they satisfy him by taking out that ghost register from behind them, which recorded the names of all the ghosts in the underworld.