Grudge of 007

  I listened to Uncle's words, during that time Uncle's body was a bit uncomfortable, and he recovered only after a month. He said it was just seasonal flu.

  I have lived a peaceful life until I was eighteen, and now I have two more years of life. Now when I think back to what the old lady said, it's simply absurd. Perhaps as one gets older, they get confused.

  Two years later, I met the old woman again today. She said such nonsense that I won't live long, and I was so angry that I stomped my feet on the spot.

  When I got home, Uncle was sitting on the sofa. His face didn't look good. I stepped inside and was about to tell him about my interview trip today. The company asked me to report for work next Monday.

  Just as I walked in, Uncle asked me, "Where did you go?"

  Uncle's tone was different from usual, as if he was blaming me for going out without telling him.

  I smiled and walked forward, squatting in front of Uncle's feet, peeling an apple for him. "Uncle, I have some good news to tell you."

  Uncle looked up at me, the uncle in my impression never gets angry.

  "Today I went..."

  Uncle interrupted me, looking into my eyes and hesitating to speak, and even took the apple away from me, directly picking me up and sitting me on the sofa.

  "The company asked me to report next week."

  Uncle got up and went to the study, changed into a white long gown when he came downstairs, which Uncle had never worn before. It looked like the Han Dynasty's costume, I was stunned by the sight. Uncle in white clothes, with his jade-like face, just like a handsome young man in a movie.

  Uncle said, "Don't go anywhere, you don't have to work."

  I originally wanted to say that Uncle doesn't work and I support him, but from young till now, it's actually Uncle who has been supporting me, so saying this seems a bit inappropriate.

  Uncle indeed disagreed with me going out to work, he pinched me down onto the wooden chair on the balcony, muttering to himself, I saw a faint blue light emanating from around the wooden chair, forming a protective shield that enveloped me, and I felt no discomfort.

  "Uncle asked, 'Who did you see today?'"

  My heart skipped a beat, and Uncle's serious question was the first of its kind. The only other time he had been cold towards me was on my 18th birthday night. I stuttered, not knowing how to respond, as Uncle had once told me never to see that mysterious and eerie old woman again.

  "Have you seen the midwife?"

  I looked up at Uncle Ah outside the light circle and asked, "Who is Yin Po?"

  Or maybe I should have known, but I'm just double-checking with Uncle Ah.

  "Yin Po is a Chinese spiritual medium, in layman's terms, it refers to people who can communicate with gods, spirits and ghosts, see things that ordinary people cannot see, and even talk to them. Some powerful mediums can even raise small ghosts around them."

  I looked up at Uncle Ah, and he had already taken off his white shirt.

  "That Ah Shu isn't a medium too? This name doesn't sound good, it's better to get used to calling him the naturally born spiritual master."

  Uncle heard a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, "More than 1,000 years ago, people who communicated with gods had already disappeared, leaving only those who communicate with spirits and ghosts."

  I thought to myself, "If that's the case, then Uncle is a medium, and all those who can communicate with ghosts are ghosts themselves." I leaned in close to Uncle and smiled mischievously, "So, between you and Yin Po, who's more powerful?"

  "Cannot compare."

  I'm not very satisfied with Uncle Ah's answer, "Spirits and ghosts compared, spirits are more formidable."

  Uncle held my hand in his, a warm feeling flowed into me constantly, wherever it went, it was extremely warm.

  "It's not necessarily so, the power of ghosts is incredibly strong, and there's a huge difference between a ghost that died normally and a vengeful spirit."

  "Is it the revenge of a vengeful spirit?"

  Uncle nodded, "That's right."

  At this moment, I suddenly thought of An Linglong, this woman who was not a ghost, she asked me for my life.

  If what Uncle Ah said is true, then why did the yin po find me and what was her purpose in finding me?