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Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Huang Family Haunting (2)
Mr. Huang's house is located in a neighborhood in the city center. As soon as I entered, I felt a heavy presence in the air, which made me a bit cautious. I quickly glanced around the living room and saw an old woman sitting on the sofa, dressed in a black mourning gown, coldly smiling at me.
At that moment, I had not activated my Heavenly Eye, and it was clear that this old woman wanted me to see her on purpose. Perhaps she thought I was here to buy the house and wanted to scare me away!
I thought to myself that Mr. Huang was indeed right; there really was an old woman in his house. However, I would not be frightened off by her deliberate appearance. I ignored her and acted as if I hadn’t seen her, sitting down on the sofa opposite her.
Just then, because guests had arrived, Mr. Huang's wife came out of the room with their five-year-old son. Upon hearing Mr. Huang introduce me as a guest he had invited, she hurriedly poured me a cup of tea.
Then, Mr. Huang could no longer contain his curiosity and asked me, "Sir, have you figured anything out?"
I simply nodded without revealing anything because at that moment, the old woman’s expression turned fierce upon hearing Mr. Huang introduce me to his wife. It was evident she understood my purpose for being there.
However, I could tell that this old woman was not an Evil Spirit; otherwise, something would have happened to Mr. Huang's family long ago since she had been living there for quite some time. An old woman who had passed away but did not harm anyone while living in someone else's home clearly had her reasons for being there, but those reasons were certainly not about taking lives.
Could this have been her house before? That reason seemed implausible since Mr. Huang had bought a new home. Could she be a family spirit? With this thought in mind, I tried asking Mr. Huang, "Mr. Huang, is your family just the three of you?"
Mr. Huang nodded affirmatively.
Hearing this, I asked him, "What about your parents? Why aren’t they living with you?"
Mr. Huang sighed and said, "My father passed away when I was young due to illness; my mother still lives in the mountains in the countryside."
Upon hearing this and seeing the old woman sitting across from me, it seemed unlikely that she was a family spirit after all; after all, Mr. Huang's father had died while his mother was still alive. However, knowing that his mother lived alone in the mountains made me unable to resist saying something: "It's too hard for an elderly person to live alone in the mountains. With your good conditions, you should bring your mother out and take good care of her."
Mr. Huang glanced at his wife and then nodded with a bitter smile, saying, "Yes, I've always wanted to bring her out; I'll find time to do it later."
Unexpectedly, at that moment, Mr. Huang's wife suddenly shot him a glare and sarcastically said, "I knew you couldn't let go; if you bring her out, you can live with her! I can't stand the habits of rural Old Ladies."
Little did I know that my comment would spark conflict between them as a couple. Perhaps Mr. Huang had been holding back his feelings for too long; he suddenly changed his tone without regard for my presence and said, "I have no father; my mother raised me alone and sent me to college. Why can't I bring her here to enjoy life?" Realizing he might have upset his wife with his outburst, he added quietly at the end, "Besides, I never said I would bring her out right now; it's just an idea."
Mr. Huang's wife was indeed angry. She sarcastically said, "My family contributed half the money to buy this house. My parents have never said they would come live with us. I just don't understand why your mother has to disturb us when she can stay at home by herself. I married you to be with you, and my family is willing to help buy this house so we can have our own home. But now that the house is bought, you want to bring your whole family over. If you want to be a filial son, then go back and live with your mother."
Mr. Huang, who was being scolded by his wife, looked quite helpless. To be honest, hearing them argue about this made me feel uncomfortable sitting in their home. Just as I was about to stand up and suggest they calm down, I suddenly saw the mother-in-law, who had been sitting across from me, jump up. Then, Mr. Huang's wife, who had been so aggressive, suddenly trembled and seemed to change into a different person as she raised her hand and began slapping her own face.
While slapping her own face, Mr. Huang's wife shouted angrily, "I let you insult me, you wicked woman! I let you bully my son! You deserve to be hit! I’ll slap you dead for insulting me!"
With each insult she hurled, she slapped her face hard, and after just a few hits, blood began to seep from her mouth; it seemed her lips were torn! Moreover, the voice coming out of her mouth was no longer her own; it had transformed into a pale old woman's voice filled with rage.
Seeing this, I realized she was possessed by a spirit. Clearly, she had been taken over by the mother-in-law who had been sitting on the sofa across from me. However, I couldn't understand why this mother-in-law seemed to be blaming Mr. Huang's wife for insulting her son. Was this woman Mr. Huang's mother? But hadn't Mr. Huang said before that his mother was still alive?
I was puzzled, but regardless of my confusion, saving the person was the priority. After all, those slaps might not be life-threatening, but if they continued like this, her mouth would surely be ruined. Meanwhile, Mr. Huang was startled by his wife's sudden behavior and hurried over to grab her hand, asking what was wrong. "If you don't want me to bring my mom over, then I won't."
I rushed over as well and shouted at the possessed Mrs. Huang, "I’m here; how dare you act so recklessly!"
The possessed Mrs. Huang turned to glare at me and cursed, "You little yin-yang should mind your own business; this is our family matter."
Then Mrs. Huang turned back to Mr. Huang, who was holding her hand, and lamented with frustration: "You useless son! I thought after you studied hard and got a job you'd amount to something, but look at how useless you are!"
At this moment, Mr. Huang was bewildered and didn't understand why his wife was saying such strange things.
To prevent Mr. Huang from getting hurt as well, I quickly pulled him aside and told him that his wife was possessed by a spirit. This frightened Mr. Huang greatly; he hurriedly picked up his son and begged me to save his wife.
I stepped forward and shouted at the possessed Mrs. Huang: "If you continue to cause trouble, I will ensure you can never be reborn! If you have grievances, feel free to tell me; I will take care of it for you."
I knew that in front of spirits, one must project an air of superiority; otherwise, they would not fear you.
Upon hearing my shout, she indeed stopped but still glared fiercely at me. She said: "If my son can't help me, how can a little outsider like you help? You should just leave; my matters have nothing to do with you."
I asked: "Are you Mr. Huang's mother?"
Upon hearing my question, Mr. Huang clearly froze in surprise with wide eyes while the possessed Mrs. Huang bitterly replied: "So what if I am? Is it wrong for me to come live in my son's house? You little yin-yang love meddling too much!"
Hearing the other party respond like this, I knew I had guessed correctly; that old lady was indeed Mr. Huang's mother. At this moment, Mr. Huang also understood and asked me in surprise, "This... this ghost is my mom? But... but my mom is still alive! How is that possible?"
I was also puzzled, so I asked Mr. Huang, "How long has it been since you last visited your mom?"
"I went back about three or four months ago," Mr. Huang replied honestly.
Just then, the possessed Mrs. Huang suddenly began to cry, deeply and sorrowfully. While crying, she said, "My son, I died two months ago. My poor son, how could you not know? Wuwu..."
Perhaps it was the sound that Mr. Huang recognized, so he was frightened and quickly took out his phone to call someone from his hometown in the countryside, asking them to go check on his mom immediately. Not long after, a terrified voice came through the phone, saying, "Your mom has died; she was found in her funeral clothes on the bed. The whole house stinks; you need to come back quickly!"
With a loud crash, Mr. Huang fell to his knees, crying out in anguish and asking how this could happen.
Clearly, Mr. Huang's mother lived in a house without neighbors because houses in the mountains of the countryside are generally sparse—one house here and another there. If no one went to visit, it would be hard to know what had happened inside.
After crying for a while, I sighed and advised the old lady to leave Mrs. Huang's body for now so we could talk things over calmly. However, the old lady refused and angrily said, "It's all this wicked woman's fault! I raised my son all this way, and in the end, I can't even see him! I will never let this woman off easily!"
Seeing that the old lady was filled with anger and wouldn't listen to reason at that moment, I feared that if I forced her out, it might harm Mrs. Huang. So I decided to find a way to gradually guide her instead. I asked the old lady, "You keep saying your daughter-in-law is wicked; can you tell me exactly what she did to you?"
"Not only does she not let me be with my son, but she also doesn't allow me to see my grandson! He's already five years old, and I've only seen him two or three times in total! I miss my son; I miss my grandson! Not even in death did anyone send me off—how cruel is that?" the old lady said angrily.
Perhaps she wanted others to know her misery or wanted them to understand how bad her daughter-in-law was; thus, she shared all her grievances...
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