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The thatched cottage's earthen floor exacerbated the situation.

Sometimes, he could even feel slight tremors while lying on his wooden bed.

"Much of this is due to the roller," Chu Yuening continued her divination. "When the roller was compacting the road, it caused significant vibrations in the ground. They naturally assumed it was an earthquake."

"They were pushing at your heels and waist... they were trying to urge you to run quickly."

The entire crowd fell silent.

None of them had expected such a heart-wrenching truth.

Those who had participated in rescue efforts during earthquakes would, even in death, expend their spiritual energy just to save another innocent life.

A teary-eyed uncle in his forties stood by the door. "It's so touching. I thought it was ghosts harming people, but in fact, they were saving lives."

"They... didn't want anyone else to be buried alive beneath the earth's darkness."

"Even in death, they were thinking of helping others escape."

"Please, let these damned earthquakes stay away from us in the future, won't they?"

Du Qianfan was speechless.

He never would have imagined that the truth was so astonishing.

Chu Yuening chuckled and asked, "Do you still need the protective amulet?"

"No, no more," Du Qianfan shook his head, dazed and lost.

The ghost that had been haunting him for so long... it hadn't been harming him; instead, it had tried to save him. Recalling the offerings he had consumed, Du Qianfan slapped himself hard twice.

With a red, stinging face, Du Qianfan sincerely repented.

"Master, I'll book my return flight right away. I must apologize to the ancestors at their graves."

Seeing his remorse, Chu Yuening calculated with her fingers, "Don't worry, the ancestors don't blame you for eating the offerings. They're more concerned about your safety. As for the yin energy on you, there's no need to do anything about it. It will naturally dissipate after some time."

"Thank you very much, Master."

Upon hearing this, Du Qianfan's eyes brimmed with tears. He truly... wasn't a decent person. Previously, he hadn't understood the elders' intentions and had even consumed their offerings. This time, when he returned, he would consecutively offer tributes to the ancestors for a week, ensuring that everyone was well-fed and satisfied. After the fortune-telling session, the neighbors who had gathered at the feng shui shop gradually dispersed. The sun began to set, and time slipped by into the afternoon. A breeze blew in, fluttering the white sheer curtains by the window. Chu Yuening tidied up the tea set on the table. She carried a chair and placed it next to the storage cabinet beside the display shelf. Just as she closed the cabinet door and was about to step down, she heard a voice from behind.

"Sis!"

Chu Yuening turned her head as Chu Yi skipped in from the staircase, her face glowing with youthful playfulness. She tilted her head, and her ponytail followed suit, swaying to one side.

"Sis, I've already delivered the sweet soup for the military police," she said.

"Thanks." Chu Yuening got down from her chair and moved it to the corner before turning back with a smile. "I'll give you a big thumbs up for that."

"You're too kind," Chu Yi replied, looping her arm through Chu Yuening's. "Sis, what should we have for dinner tonight?"

Suddenly.

A voice echoed from within the compartment.

"How about going to Mong Kok for some Typhoon Shelter fried crab? My treat?" Wei Yanlin popped his head out from the dessert shop, a red plastic bag perched atop his head. He flashed a grin, revealing pearly whites, and with his dusty Taoist robe paired with the red-wrapped head resembling a boiled egg, the sight was undeniably comical.

"Yujijiao's Storm Shelter Crab, let me tell you, it's not bragging – a thirty-year-old establishment, and everyone who's tasted it knows just how remarkable it is."

He gave a thumbs-up.

"Um... but I feel like having something sweet." Chu Yuening held back her laughter, but eventually burst out giggling along with Chu Yi after exchanging glances.

"Big Brother Yanlin," Chu Yi laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes, clutching her belly. "The dessert stall is already closed, yet you're still reluctant to take off the plastic bag?"

"Well, I'm just being cautious about hygiene," Wei Yanlin said, patting his hands as he emerged from cleaning the dessert stall. He then dusted off his dusty Taoist robe.

Sunlight streamed into the feng shui shop, revealing floating dust particles in the air.

With one hand, he pulled off the plastic bag and playfully tossed his burgundy hair. "We can get some desserts, there's a pastry shop next to Yu Ji's. Their puddings are delicious, and if we add a plate of bean curd pudding, mmm, it'll be heavenly!"

Chu Yuening couldn't help but chuckle. "Why don't you take Chu Yi? I have other things to attend to later."

"You're still busy?" Wei Yanlin sat down at the table, leaning on it with both hands as he watched Chu Yi head to the kitchen. Looking around, he leaned closer and whispered.

"Ning Ning, what about the thing I mentioned before?"

"What thing?" Chu Yuening blinked, confused.

Why would she have discussed anything with Wei Yanlin previously?

Wei Yanlin appeared deeply affected, clutching his chest, "It's about my previous suggestion. I'll work for you for free, and you can teach me from the ancient texts passed down by your master."

As he spoke,

fearing that Chu Yuening might refuse, he clasped his hands together and pleaded persistently, "Your venerable self is infinitely kind and has boundless power. Please help me out."

"Having to understand those obscure antique books alone is more torturous than killing me."

Wei Yanlin desperately needed guidance. In the past, he had sought assistance from other masters in the Esoteric Society to decipher the texts.

Yet,

they claimed they couldn't understand texts from other sects and refused??

Frustrated, he searched high and low, eventually realizing that Chu Yuening was the most skilled among them all. If she was unwilling to aid him, his abilities would forever remain half-baked.

The boy with a dusty gray Daoist robe and vibrant red hair gazed eagerly, his eyes shimmering with anticipation.

Just as he was on the brink of disappointment, his eyes began to lose their luster.

A single sentence salvaged him once more.