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"Since Chu Yuening is unavailable, why not seek out other accomplished feng shui experts? My nephew is a master in the field, quite skilled. Should I introduce him to you?"

The auntie could earn a considerable commission from just one successful referral.

He Shifei shook her head.

Hong Kong was not devoid of renowned feng shui masters.

Initially, she had also doubted Yuening's abilities, but the outcome spoke for itself.

"Thank you, but I believe no one in Hong Kong can match Master Chu's expertise."

After all, who else could peer into people's destinies like Master Chu did?

"Honestly, if it weren't for Master Chu to attend to my company's feng shui, I'd rather leave it untouched."

With that, He Shifei got into her Ferrari. Only the auntie remained, observing Yuening as she had recently moved to Woosung Street and had thus missed He Shifei's fortune-telling session. She muttered to herself, acting secretive.

"No one can compare? Such high praise?"

"It's all mystical nonsense meant to deceive people. What's the difference? I don't believe some Sugar Water Girl can make magic happen."

Unaware of someone attempting to poach her, Chu Yuening packed up her stall as noon approached and headed for the Longevity Shop next to Wong Tai Sin Temple.

The Longevity Shop originally sold coffins, funeral supplies, and offered funeral services.

She was unsure why Uncle Ken had chosen this location for their meeting.

But as she stepped into the Eternity Shop and saw the walls adorned with countless urns, she began to understand.

Uncle Kien had been waiting and promptly explained, "Land in Hong Kong is precious, and grave sites even more so. Everyone is on the waitlist for public niches. So we can only store them temporarily at the Eternity Shop."

In Hong Kong, where space was at a premium, it naturally led to a scarcity of cemetery plots. Just like public housing, one had to wait for a spot in a public cemetery. The Eternity Shop had expanded its services, setting aside an area specifically for accommodating the wandering souls of clients who had nowhere else to go.

Uncle Kien sighed, "I wonder when Ah Xian's niche will finally come up."

Chu Yuening calculated the time and said, "The hour has arrived. Let's begin."

Uncle Jian carefully removed Ah Xian's urn from the wall upon hearing this.

Chu Yuening lit the prepared Rebirth Talisman and closed her eyes, silently reciting the liberation incantation. An invisible white light circled around the urn, spinning continuously.

By the time she finished, the sky had already turned dark.

Dragging her weary feet back to Temple Street, Chu Yuening decided that she needed to restock at the feng shui shop later and purchase some tools to assist her. Otherwise, relying solely on chanting for exorcisms would either exhaust or dehydrate her to death.

Before she could reach the feng shui shop, a group of uniformed officers escorted her to the Kowloon City Police Station for so-called "cooperation in the investigation."

In the interrogation room,

Shi Boren stared at the clean-cut, unyielding girl opposite him, almost pulling out a handful of hair in frustration. He leaned forward with his hands on the table.

"Madam, please tell us the truth. You claim Li Zhirong was infested with a ghostly peach blossom, and you moved it to find him for an antidote?"

"Spare me your ridiculous ghost stories, you might have fooled Li's old nanny, but do you dare to deceive the police? This isn't some metaphysical TV drama."

Gan Yizu, also pale-skinned, chimed in to intimidate, "Yeah, making false statements to the police is a serious offense. Hindering an investigation could even land you a conviction for abetting crime."

The light was dim, a yellow-hued lamp casting a glow on the girl's fair skin. She sat quietly, her almond-shaped lychee eyes reflecting the light, maintaining a cool demeanor even within the police station.

She wasn't intimidated at all.

Shi Boren had interrogated countless suspects, but he had never encountered such a stubborn one. If it were any other girl her age, she would have cracked under fear long ago.

His expression showed signs of frustration.

"Tell the truth now. Look, I might forgive you for lying this time, considering you lent me a newspaper to wipe my... bottom," he said with a hint of desperation.

Chu Yuening let out a long sigh. "I've already said everything that needs to be said. It's up to you whether you believe me or not."

Zhou Fengxu stood by, his slender hand reaching for the photograph on the table. With two fingers, he held it up in front of Chu Yuening and leaned in. "Do you know the person in this picture?"

Chu Yuening glanced at it and nodded. "Yes, it's Su Yinyin."

"How did you meet her?" Zhou Fengxu pressed on.

"I sold her an amulet for safety," Chu Yuening replied, lifting her gaze to meet Zhou Fengxu's intense questioning without any sign of nervousness. "If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself."

"What is the function of that talisman?"

"To preserve her life."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was momentarily stunned.

After all, only the people in their police department were aware of Su Yinyin's condition, while outsiders believed she had merely been attacked.

When Su Yinyin completed her bruise examination,

the forensic team remarked that it was a miracle she didn't die on the spot, considering the force and depth of the bruises.

Was it possible?

Could a single talisman save someone's life?

The thought left a tingling sensation at the back of everyone's heads.

Zhou Fengxu replied calmly, "I only believe in science."

"Thanks, but I'm all about mysticism," Chu Yuening smiled. "If you're interested, feel free to visit me at Temple Street for a fortune-telling session."

"As for this case, Li Zhirong's death was his own doing. If you've examined the scene, you'd know there were no other fingerprints on him, meaning it has nothing to do with me."

Zhou Fengxu's gaze darkened.

The forensics team had concluded that Li Zhirong's death was indeed a suicide based on the evidence.

Instinctively, he knew that the situation wasn't that straightforward and was closely tied to the sugar water vendor before him. However, intuition couldn't serve as proof.

"Why would Li Zhirong kill himself if he failed to harm Su Yinyin? His target didn't die."

Chu Yuening tilted her head, a hint of a smile emerging in her lychee-shaped eyes. "Perhaps he simply had a change of heart or a sudden realization?"

"A sudden realization?" Zhou Fengxu said coldly, "If criminals had conscience, there wouldn't be so many casualties."

Chu Yuening couldn't agree more.