Chapter 4: The Old Tang Family Mansion

  I held the bell in my palm, muttered an incantation, and with a flick of my wrist, the bell flew up, suspended by an invisible force above Shen's mother's brow.

  Here is the translation:

  I was murmuring to myself with my eyes closed, while Jiang Zhun was staring tightly at Shen's mother, not daring to miss a single detail. When he was young, his parents were busy with work, and it was his aunt who took care of him until he graduated from elementary school at 12 years old. Later, his aunt got married and went abroad, but still often took care of him and brought him gifts. In his heart, his aunt was the most important person.

  This time's accident, after all, is also his fault. If he had accompanied his aunt to see the house yesterday, none of these things would have happened.

  "Hahaha..."

  A loud cracking sound brought Jiang Zhen's thoughts back, he looked over and I forced a smile at him, but knew my face must have looked terrible. I sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched a finger seal, regulating my breath, only regretting not having the crystal ball Jiang Zhen gave me by my side, otherwise I wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

  Jiang Zhen's eyes lit up as he turned to look at Auntie on the bed, her chest rising and falling noticeably, her breathing becoming stronger.

  In his excitement, he clenched his right fist and slammed it into the palm of his left hand, letting out a breath.

  "Not yet successful." I calmly interrupted his excitement.

  Jiang Zhen turned around, I was already standing up by myself holding onto the bed, pressing my temples and said: "I only managed to bring back two of her souls, there's still one left that is trapped somewhere else, I couldn't pull it back."

  "Good job tonight." Jiang Zhen closed his mouth and didn't mention the matter, but looked at me sincerely and said seriously, "Go lie down on the bed next to you for a while."

  My head was throbbing with pain at that moment, and I didn't bother to be polite to him. I turned around and climbed onto another bed, pulled the quilt over me, and fell into a deep sleep.

  I was woken up by my own phone's ringtone this morning.

  "Lingling, where did you go?" It was Zhu Tingting.

  "Uh, I'm at a friend's place." I explained vaguely and avoided mentioning Aunt Shen.

  I hung up the phone, rubbed my face and became a bit more awake. I got out of bed to take a look at Aunt Shen, saw that her complexion was rosier than last night, and the dark clouds between her eyebrows had dissipated by half. Feeling relieved, I then had the energy to check on the recovery of my own spiritual consciousness.

  "Are you awake?" The door to the ward was pushed open, and Jiang Zhun walked in with several plastic bags, saying "Come have some breakfast, I don't know what you like to eat, so I bought buns, porridge, soy milk, and shaomai."

  I took a disposable cup, walked into the bathroom, rinsed my mouth and washed my face, then sat down, picked up a cup of soy milk and took a sip: "I didn't get a chance to ask last night, what's wrong with your aunt?"

  "This is a long story..." Jiang Zhen sighed, "Last week my aunt wasn't back from abroad, she wanted to buy an old house here. I asked someone to ask around and actually found an old house for sale."

  The old Tang family house was built in the early years of the Republic of China and had been through three generations when it was confiscated during the Cultural Revolution. It remained idle for a long time, untouched by anyone. Later, the state introduced policies to protect architectural heritage, and the H city government also took corresponding measures, incorporating this old Tang family house into the plan. However, for some reason, the protection and development of the old Tang family house came to a standstill, until last year when the government surprisingly chose to put it up for sale by public auction.

  After Aunt Shen returned to the country, Jiang Zheng went all out to inquire about the old house for her. After inquiring left and right, he finally found out that the Tang family's old house was up for sale. Logically speaking, the price of such an old house with a long history should not be ambiguous, but the selling price of the Tang family's old house was only more than 8 million yuan. Aunt Shen immediately decided to go and see the house.

  "Auntie returned home after viewing the house, her complexion wasn't good, she said she was very sleepy and went to bed. I got up early yesterday morning to call her for breakfast, only to find her unconscious, I quickly sent her to the hospital for emergency treatment, after a whole day of trying every means, reluctantly, I thought of asking for your help." Jiang Zhun looked apologetic, "I'm really sorry, I had you come all the way here last night."

  I waved my hand: "What are you talking about? You said it last time, we're originally a small group, just like one family."

  Jiang didn't pretend to be sentimental either, so he simply let it go and kept this feeling in his heart.

  "As you just said..." I munched on the roasted wheat while analyzing, "Shen Auntie might have encountered something unclean at the old Tang residence and had her two souls and three spirits captured, which is why she fell ill."

  In order to find Shen's last remains, I have to go to the old Tang residence.

  "I'll send you back, I'll go to the old house by myself this afternoon." Jiang Zhun picked up the car key on the table and said.

  I had thought of saying to go with him, but thinking again that I am not related to him and it's not worth being so enthusiastic. Moreover, as a Soul Hunter, there are rules, unless absolutely necessary, one cannot use their abilities arbitrarily.

  "That's okay, I'll go back myself." I waved my hand, declining Jiang Zhun's kindness.

  Because the transfer bus passed by Central Square, I went to buy some donuts on the way. By the time I got back to school, it was already past lunchtime, so I just had the donuts for lunch.

  The dormitory head didn't go out today, and happened to be in the dormitory with her boyfriend making phone calls. Seeing me coming in, she pointed at a KFC family bucket on the table and said: "Have you eaten? Do you want some?"

  "Haven't eaten yet, what else is there?" I put down the donut, rummaged around and pulled out a pair of spicy chicken wings to munch on.

  The dormitory director hung up the phone and asked, "Where did you go last night? You didn't make it clear on the phone."

  "A friend of mine has run into some trouble, so I'm going to go help out." I said vaguely.

  The dorm head rolled his eyes: "By the way, you weren't here last night and missed a good show."

  "What's going on?" Shu Ling asked.

  "Wu Fan confessed to Shang Jin."