Chapter Thirty-Five Make a Deal

  Fu Chuan thought that this little ghost was talking nonsense, but the resentment on its body was something he had never seen before. A little ghost actually had such strong resentment, and it was unknown what kind of things it had experienced in its lifetime.

  Just as Pei Chuan was packing up his things, Xing Chengtian's fax arrived.

  Fujiang looked at the fax and finally understood some of the things, although they were not entirely the truth.

  In 1921, during a season of cherry blossoms everywhere, Hana and her parents followed Grandfather Yokohama onto a passenger ship headed to Northeast China. Hana boarded the ship with great excitement; it was her first time on a boat. She had no idea that this would be a journey away from home, or that she would never return to the land famous for its cherry blossoms.

  Hana and her parents settled down in a certain unknown city in Northeast China. They were immigrants from a special era, but life was not that simple. Hana had to relearn everything, at the age of only three years old.

  After reading the materials, Fu Chuan let out a deep sigh and felt that things were starting to get complicated.

  Fu Chuan did not want to stay in Taiwan and left early next morning after packing his bags.

  Back to C City, Fu Chuan let San Yang go find that old man. However, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find him. Fu Chuan didn't know what the old man was up to, so he could only wait at Bao Fa Tang, because if he didn't get some things clear, he wouldn't be going to Jia He Building again.

  The old man's identity is not simple, at least Xing Chengtian found that what the old man said was quite different from what he had investigated. First of all, he is a Japanese, and he concealed from Guan Xi the fact that he graduated from the Medical School of the Japanese Army.

  Regarding the concealment of this matter, Fuchuan found it very strange that a 110-year-old Japanese old man suddenly came to him, not for other important matters, but instead asked Fuchuan to find a music box for his deceased granddaughter.

  Fuhe is a professional in dealing with paranormal events, he can't be found unless there's something related to this music box, that's why the old man is so anxious and has been searching for decades without finding it.

  A music box? Pei Chuan felt even stranger, what was inside this music box, no matter how hard Pei Chuan thought, he couldn't figure it out.

  But there is one thing that Fei Chuan is very clear about, and that is that this old man is extremely suspicious and has many secrets. Just looking at the old man, he doesn't seem to be a good person.

  Fu Chuan finally decided to help the old man find his granddaughter's music box, because curiosity drove Fu Chuan to want to find that music box and know what was inside.

  Fuhe called San Yang, he decided to go to Jiahe Building for a trip. He had to know what happened in Jiahe Building at that time. Of course, he was also waiting for Xing Chengtian to find other materials for him.

  Under the Jiahao Building, Fu Chuan got out of the car and looked at his watch. It was exactly 8 o'clock, but there wasn't a single person around, and the building seemed eerily ominous.

  Fu Chuan didn't bring anything, and San Yang was the same. San Yang followed Fu Chuan closely and asked, "Master, we haven't brought anything, are you afraid of danger?"

  "You're scared." Fu Chuan asked with a smile, but didn't turn his head back.

  Three sheep hastily shook his head, although he was scared to death in his heart. Three sheep closely followed Fu Chuan's side and then walked into the elevator. It was strange that there wasn't a single administrator in the lobby of the building today.

  The file recorded that the first household to have an incident was on the 9th floor. Fu Chuan pressed the button for the 9th floor, and the elevator quickly arrived at the 9th floor. Fu Chuan walked out, and one household's door was wide open. There was nothing inside, not even a piece of furniture, as if they had already moved away. Another household was in the process of moving, with the owner muttering to himself, "It has nothing to do with us, we're moving away, don't look for us, we know nothing."

  There were only two households left, Fu Chuan walked towards the one on the far left, Fu Chuan stood outside the door, San Yang was about to knock on the door, Fu Chuan asked: "Everyone is dead, what's the point of knocking?"

  "The master is what you said to go into the house and call people, enter the temple and worship the gods."

  Fu Chuan scolded San Yang for being impudent, "What are you yelling about? What are you worshipping? If it's worship, then it's the worship of ghosts!" Fu Chuan took out two long incense sticks from his suit.

  "Light it." Fu Chuan instructed San Yang to light three incense sticks at the door, then said to San Yang: "Guard the door, I'm going in. Keep an eye on what the incense burns into."

  "What can incense burn into?" Three Sheep thought Fu Chuan was very strange, but Fu Chuan said to him: "Twenty yuan will be deducted from your allowance."

  "Master, I've had enough, don't deduct any more, or else I'll have to ask you for money." San Yang's monthly allowance was only 100 yuan, and Fu Chuan would try every means possible to cut back on his spending money.

  As Fuhe walked in, he closed the door behind him and stood in the chilly living room, taking a deep breath. His voice suddenly became heavy as he commanded in a low tone to the empty space: "I order you to appear immediately, I have already sensed your resentment, show yourselves."

  The Fu family's magical techniques have always been overbearing, and many people who study Mao Shan Taoism are in awe of the ghostly warriors. Even if they're just ghosts, sometimes the practitioners of Mao Shan have to be careful to serve them. However, the successive leaders of the Fu family have had the ability to command ghost spirits to appear and serve themselves. This ability can be used to save people or ghosts if grasped well, but if not grasped properly, it's very likely to lead one down an evil path.

  All I could hear was the window wind chime vibrating, making a piercing sound in this quiet living room. Fu Chuan closed his eyes and felt the gradually accumulating yin energy in the house.

  A white figure hung from the ceiling fan above, a bloody head was thrown on the ground, a black figure swayed beside Fu Chuan, and there was blood all over the floor. Fu Chuan felt himself being dazed by the strong smell of blood in the room.

  Fuhe counted in his heart, the number of people was enough. The first household to have an accident had a total of three people, two adults and one child. The male owner killed his son first, then killed his wife.

  It said: "What did you come to us for?"

  Fu Chuan said: "I have come to discuss a condition with you."

  "What conditions?"

  Fu Xiang said: "I know you have grievances in your hearts, and vengeful spirits will find a substitute body. But I also know that you want to take revenge, so I want to tell you that I'll help you find the person or ghost who harmed you, take revenge for you, and then ask Master Hui Ling to hold a memorial service for you."

  Perhaps no one doesn't know the great name of Huiling, he lives in the temple above Baofa Hall, and if Fu Chuan were to find someone to superintend the entire building, he wouldn't refuse.

  Being able to be saved by a high monk is perhaps the greatest blessing for ghosts, especially since this whole family died unjustly. If they want to reincarnate, they can only find a substitute body. However, if they harm people without cause and are caught by the underworld's Yin messengers, they will either suffer eternal torment in the 18th level of hell or be reduced to nothingness.

  It says: "Why should we believe you!"

  Fuhe said: "Now you can only believe me, if you don't believe me, you've already passed the seventh day after death. Before dawn tomorrow, the ghost catcher will come to catch you, and you'll be wrongly killed, then you'll enter the city of wrongful death. The resentful ghosts cannot reincarnate. I can help you avoid being found by the ghost catcher until I help you find the person who wronged you. However, you must promise me that during this time, you can only hide in my home, and I will put you in a small urn, then bring you back to Baofa Hall, and place you beside the incense table. The ashes of the incense burner of the generations of masters of my Fu family may help you resolve your grievances."

  This is a great opportunity for those who died unjustly, although they have grievances in their hearts and may even harm people with grievances at the end, but still hope to be reborn. It says: "You won't cheat us?"

  Fu Chuan said: "I, Fu Chuan, am a man of my word. Look at your son, he's so young and already dead. Can you bear to take him around everywhere to find a substitute?"

  He said: "Of course, I don't want to, but who would have thought that such a thing would happen." Fu Chuan didn't want to listen now, he took out a small urn and drew an eight trigrams on the mouth of the urn with his finger. "Come in."

  After Fu Chuan walked out, he handed the small urn to San Yang. San Yang handed the incense in his hand to Fu Chuan: "Master, take a look." Fu Chuan took a look at the incense and frowned.

  "Master, how did it end up burning like this?"

  "People fear three long and two short, incense fears two short and one long."

  Fu Chuan knew that something was going to happen tonight, he took a look at the address on his notebook, there were still two households upstairs, he just hoped that those two families could make a deal with him like this one, but looking at the situation, Fu Chuan felt a bit uncertain.

  Fujiang looked at Xiang and said to San Yang: "You go outside the door and burn three incense sticks too, hurry up!"

  "Yes."

  Fu Chuan first went to the 12th floor, and that household was similar to the one on the 9th floor, a family of three. They also agreed to Fu Chuan's terms. However, when he arrived at the 13th floor, no matter how much incense and paper he burned in front of the door, it still wouldn't open. Fu Chuan knew that the ghost inside didn't want to talk to him.

  Fu Chuan is not one to give up easily, and no ghost has ever been able to keep the master of the Fu household out. Fu Chuan bit his finger and drew an eight trigrams on the thick door, then slapped it open. The door creaked open in response, and the force also dissipated.

  After Fuhe went up to the Guanmen, he shouted at the house: "Don't give face and don't lose face!"

  "I'm here to show you a way out, before any of you harm innocent lives. I'll give you a choice, which is good for everyone. Come out quickly!"

  Fujiang's voice echoed to every corner of the house, like the sound of a temple bell, as if it could be heard everywhere. His body rose with a burst of silver-white light.

  "Don't force me to take action, show up quickly, otherwise I'll make sure you can't even become ghosts!"

  Fujiang wasn't bluffing, he was a man of his word, and he could easily use his magical powers to clean out the entire house for convenience, so that not a single spirit in the house would be able to escape.

  "Come out quickly!"

  Just as Fu Chuan was about to take action, the door of the bedroom on the left was opened, as if blown open by the wind. Fu Chuan looked over and saw a female ghost with a pale face and sunken eyes walking out. The female ghost pointed at Fu Chuan with her bright red fingernails: "Don't interfere in our business, we must take revenge!"