Thirteen Guardians of Home

  Anyway, I was taken away by them and put on a common ghost road. Although ghosts can often be seen in funeral homes, if they are not the type I like, I will not bother with them, and they naturally do not know about my special ability.

  Chang Yu thought that Ming Yan would advise me well, hoping I could become a real Ferryman, but he didn't. Actually, I wasn't intentionally going against them, it's just that I'm very confused about this Ferryman profession. After becoming a Yin Yang Envoy, what can I do? What does it mean to shuttle between the worlds of the living and the dead?

  I'm just doing what my uncle taught me, helping when I can, but if it's really beyond my bottom line, I'll refuse. I don't despise Ming Yan and the others, nor do I discriminate against them as outcasts. But I also want to have my own life, which is my bottom line and my selfishness, I don't want to spend every day living a life that can't be seen in public, after all, I'm human.

  Ming Yan didn't force my hand, nor did he say anything to me alone. After I agreed, the faint smile on his face became much more natural, and he wasn't as cautious as before.

  I have accepted the existence of Ming Yan and Chang Yu, and I also promised Yuan Xue to help her find out the truth. However, before that, I must settle my own affairs first. After all, Uncle is still in the hospital now, and I cannot leave him unattended.

  They understood, and after that, Chang Yu took Yuan Xue away, saying she couldn't stay in the mortal world for long because her primordial spirit was injured by sunlight before, and prolonged contact with human aura wasn't good for her either. So he took her to a place suitable for her to rest.

  I've settled one thing and relieved a lot of pressure in my heart. I started living the life of going to work every morning and taking care of my uncle's life in the afternoon again.

  That day, I was delivering lunch to my uncle and was about to pack up and head home when he called me back.

  "What's with bringing up the hospital thing again? I told you not to think about coming home for at least half a month, there's no room for discussion." My tone was firm, thinking he was going to bring up the topic of being discharged from the hospital and resting at home again, which I would never indulge.

  Uncle smiled wryly and shook his head: "No, listen to Xiaoyue about being discharged from the hospital. I just wanted to ask you, tomorrow is the 15th, can you replace me to buy some fresh offerings?"

  "What you said about the guardian deity in your room?"

  "Ah!"

  "Alright, I'll buy some good stuff for ancestor worship when I get back."

  "Right, let's tidy up and show some respect."

  "Got it, got it." He started up his nagging program again, and I was getting a bit fed up.

  My uncle finally let out a sigh of relief after hearing my response, possibly because he was worried that I wouldn't agree.

  To be honest, I wasn't too willing to go to that Taoist temple. My uncle said it was left behind by my dad because he used to be a Feng Shui master who specialized in reading people's fortunes.

  Later, after a car accident, the Xiantang would disperse and go their separate ways with the passing of their master. Only the Ba Jia Xian was continued to be worshipped by Uncle.

  I resent them for being incompetent. They claim to be protecting our home and keeping us safe, but in reality, they've brought ruin and devastation to our family. Just thinking about it makes me burst out laughing coldly.

  Ming Yan followed me, saw my expression slowly closing my eyes, looking out the window with a worried gaze, wondering what I was thinking.

  It's probably because of my attitude, but I'm dissatisfied with our family's Ba Jia Xian, what's he got to be sad about?

  As soon as I got home, I started cleaning the house thoroughly. Not only did I wipe down the room that my uncle mentioned, but I also took the opportunity to sweep and clean the entire house. My obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in - for me, just wiping one area doesn't feel fair to the other areas.

  After cleaning up, I was exhausted, and with a blink of an eye, another day had passed.

  The next day I got up early, put the three offerings in front of the incense table, and knelt down to kowtow three times. Then I stood up and stared blankly at the three characters "Bao Jia Xian" on the red cloth.

  Ming Yan stood beside me, turned his head and looked at me, asking: "You seem to be deeply opposed to this immortal hall?"

  "It doesn't count as contradicting, anyway I just don't like it."

  Ming Yan gazed at the burning sandalwood, its faint blue smoke drifting away. He fell silent for a while before speaking, "Actually, this immortal hall can be abandoned now. My spiritual awareness tells me that there is no longer any aura of immortals here. If the person they acknowledged is gone, the immortals will disperse as well."

  "Uncle likes it, and since he stayed to ask for some comfort, I don't object." Yes, as long as Uncle likes it, that's all that matters. I've lost all my other relatives, and Uncle has raised me with great difficulty, so I won't disobey him in this regard.

  "Xiao Yue, are you blaming them for not protecting your family?"

  I didn't respond to him, but I couldn't help but feel a little amused in my heart. It's no wonder he's a ghost fairy, able to see right through what I was thinking. But what can resentment do? The person has already been dead for over a decade, hasn't he?

  I took a glance at the time and saw that there was still some time before work, so I should tidy up my room.

  Just a few steps after turning around, I heard the sound of someone eating and making unclear noises while speaking, "Anyway, this immortal hall is already in name only, might as well withdraw."

  At this tone, I turned back in surprise and found that Chang Yu was sitting on the incense table of Baojia Xian, savoring a big apple with relish.

  "Chang Yu! You're asking for it!" I was so angry that the veins on my forehead were throbbing, and with a swift motion, I grabbed one of my uncle's collected Japanese swords and swung it at him.

  Ming Yan knew I was really angry, and had actually forgotten the time when Chang Yu scared me unconscious. He quickly snatched the Japanese sword from my hand and threw it to the ground, then hugged me and said loudly: "Xiao Yue, don't be impulsive, Chang Yu is eating his offerings, he's the guardian deity of your family, Chang Xian!"