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He Wenbin's eyes gleamed with excitement. Didn't the master's words imply that his career would flourish? Just as he was about to smile, the pain in his lip pulled him back to reality.

"Oh dear, oh dear," He Wenbin said, holding an egg to massage the bruise on his lip. "Master, look at these wounds all over my face – they're from being hit by golf balls. At this rate, I'm worried I won't even live to see the day my business succeeds."

So that was it.

He Wenbin had acquired a plot of land in Yau Tsim Mong to build a golf range, but for some inexplicable reason, every time he walked past the field, he would be struck precisely by a golf ball in mid-air. To make matters worse, the golfers were his clients, and since the field belonged to him, he couldn't demand compensation. Thus, he had no choice but to endure it.

"But for them to miss every single time and hit me instead, isn't that a bit too much?" He Wenbin grew angrier as he spoke, applying more pressure with the egg, causing him to wince in pain.

"It's gotten to the point where I don't dare to show up near the course anymore."

Misfortune seemed to follow him relentlessly, not just in one or two instances.

The neighborhood, having accompanied Chu Yuening through several paranormal incidents, had developed a keen sense of such occurrences.

"Don't tell me, you really are quite unlucky," someone commented.

He Wenbin despaired. "I really am so unlucky."

"Don't panic, young people are just impatient," comforted an elder neighbor.

"You should perhaps ponder if you've done anything to offend someone?"

"Like stealing food from someone's grave, or urinating on it?"

He Wenbin immediately denied it. "Uncles and aunts, I would never do such vulgar, immoral, and disgraceful things."

"Oh?" A faint voice sounded from the side.

Chu Yuening observed the faint black aura surrounding He Wenbin's shoulders and chuckled. "Think again, carefully."

She didn't forget to prompt him. "It happened three months ago."

Upon hearing the Master's words, He Wenbin gave it some serious thought. As the egg was kneaded more vigorously, his anxiety grew. "Master, three months ago, I was busy with the construction of a golf course. Not to mention a grave, I didn't even see a human skull."

"I swear it's true," He Wenbin vowed earnestly. "I swear on my father's life. If I'm lying, may he die."

"Nobody said it was a grave," Chu Yuening's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table. "Three months ago, when you passed by the lawn, did you do something?"

He Wenbin tried hard to recall and indeed remembered. "Oh, Master, you can even divine that? Back then, I had dinner with the workers and took a stroll on the lawn. Before long, I felt the urge to urinate."

"I looked around and relieved myself at the edge of the lawn."

"Other than that, I didn't commit any heinous act," He Wenbin was genuinely puzzled. "Could it be that urinating has something to do with bad luck?"

Chu Yuening calculated on her fingers and asked, "Did you encounter anything else at that time?"

"At that time, I met a child," He Wenbin described while holding the egg. "He wore a yellow, furry coat and a small cap. His eyes were black and bright, very expressive."

He Wenbin still vividly recalled that night.

The child stood beside him and tugged at his pants.

At that moment, He Wenbin was urinating and couldn't help but glance at the child. Under the little gourd-shaped hat, the child's face was fair and clean. Pointing at the yellow rat, the child tilted its head and asked,

"Uncle, do I look like a human?"

The child's voice was soft and innocent, similar to that of a five- or six-year-old.

He Wenbin chuckled. "Why call me uncle when you can call me brother!"

"Okay," the child replied, slightly aggrieved. It then corrected itself, "Brother, do I look like a human?"

He Wenbin had no idea what the child was fixated on. Wasn't it obvious that the child was already human? He zipped up his pants and said, "What's so great about looking human?"

The child spoke pitifully, "If I look like a human, I can be a human."

Normally, He Wenbin would have left after finishing his business. Perhaps it was because it was already late or perhaps it was due to the exhaustion from scouting locations over the past few days, but he decided to playfully respond,

"What's so great about being human? It's better to be a pile of feces. With one flush, you're gone down the drain, completely carefree."

And that was the end of the story.

Silence fell across the crowd.

Old Shanpo, with her decades of experience, realized the gravity of the situation. "Grandma once told a story about a weasel seeking a blessing. When it transforms into human form, it asks passersby for a blessing to fulfill its virtue."

An elderly neighbor, recalling the tale, raised their hand promptly. "I've heard about the weasel seeking blessings too. Its appearance matches Mr. He's description. If it fails to receive the blessing, it will seek retribution from whoever caused its failure."

"Yes, I've heard that not only the current generation but also future generations can be affected," chimed in another.

He Wenbin trembled more with each word he heard, turning to Chu Yuening. "M-Master, i-is it r-really... a weasel?"

Chu Yuening, detecting the faint stench of the weasel on He Wenbin, waved dismissively and sighed. "What do you think?"

Tears welled up in He Wenbin's eyes. "M-Master, t-there's s-something else I h-haven't mentioned."

"What is it? If you want Ning Ning's help, just be honest!" Old Shanpo threatened with a peach wood comb.

"It was... it was when I was a child... The weasel darted out right in front of me, so... so..." He Wenbin paled.

"I urinated on its face."

Heaven only knows how bewildered the weasel was when it got splashed in the face with urine by someone bolting out eagerly for an amulet.

One could only imagine its confusion.

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The neighbors couldn't help but laugh at the boy's antics.

"Was he peeing? Forget about it, Master. If someone else were to urinate on your face, you'd be just as unlucky."