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Zhong Kui's Diary
"Yes, what use is there for someone so ungrateful and heartless?" I smirked slightly, revealing a disdainful expression. "I just think it's necessary to let you know that you've been following this matter from start to finish. I don't want you to be left with a big question mark at the end."
Oh, when did our relationship become so good? I pondered over the meaning behind his words, but couldn't quite figure it out. He had no need to consider my feelings in whatever he was doing; it was as if he was explaining something specifically to me.
If Jin Xinghua was indeed behind this, then it would be easy to explain. If it were my sister who had been abandoned, I would also want to take revenge. Moreover, only a ghost could manage to hang such a large person like Jin Xinghua from a chandelier without him falling.
"By the way, what did Jin Yang come here for yesterday?" I asked casually.
"Jin Yang? He came? I didn't know!" He paused for a moment. "I have my own world; even being a ghost has its dignity. Do you think I would just sit in this room all day?"
That made some sense. After a while, I felt there was nothing more to gain from staying with him and decided to say goodbye.
Jin Yang might have been looking for his uncle regarding family matters or questioning whether Jin Zhao had set him up. In any case, it had nothing to do with me. Let it end here; I shook my head and decided not to concern myself with any further matters.
On the third day after Old Man Jin's funeral, a sudden thunderstorm struck Pegasus Mountain in the west of Star City. It was said that the lightning was as thick as a water barrel, igniting a Wildfire. Fortunately, the affected area was only within a few hundred meters, and there were no casualties. Hearing this news, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Old Man Jin had finally passed away; whether his ten lifetimes were worth anything is something no one can truly know.
The arrangements for Jin Xinghua's funeral were also handled by Jin Zhenzhong, after all, they were brothers. The funeral was conducted with great pomp. As for Jin Zhao, he was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve for intentional homicide. No matter how wealthy Jin Zhenzhong was, turning that reprieve into life imprisonment or life into a fixed term would still mean that he wouldn't be out for several years.
As for Jin Yang, he naturally became the core of the Jin Family, making significant strides in his career. After this incident, Jin Zhenzhong began to consider stepping back; rumors suggested he might hand over the entire business to Jin Yang within two or three years and travel the world with Lin Xuan to enjoy his retirement.
Everything progressed along each person's path, and I was no exception. My life continued amidst deception and trickery. Although Jin Yang had given us a large sum of money, I chose not to touch it and left it in the bank.
One evening six months later, the biting winter wind stung my face painfully as I sat at a roadside stall eating barbecue with Lingfeng and Ding Fatty. Strangely enough, we weren't the only fools eating barbecue in this weather; there was another table of four or five young men and women nearby who were chatting animatedly, their laughter ringing out occasionally.
I raised my drink towards Lingfeng and said with a smile, "Cheers to Golden Gun Never Falls!"
Ding Fatty chimed in with a laugh, "Hey, Ghost Brother, you can't say that; he's never stood up straight!"
Lingfeng laughed and scolded, "You two worthless beasts, can you do anything other than this?" Then he lowered his voice and said, "Look at that table over there, the woman in white!"
I turned to look, and wow, this woman looks a bit like Qing Qiu, at least seventy percent similar. Ding Fatty was also surprised and exchanged glances with me; he had seen Qing Qiu in the house at Jinxiu Jiangnan.
Lingfeng whispered, "Doesn't she look a lot like Jin Yang's girlfriend?"
I was even more astonished. "Does Jin Yang have a girlfriend now?"
Lingfeng was shocked. "You guys didn't know?"
"I haven't seen him for over a month; he's been busy!" I said with a wry smile.
"But didn't he get together with his girlfriend six months ago?" Lingfeng asked.
"Are you kidding? How could we not know? Just keep fooling yourself," I said as I tilted my head back to finish the drink in the bottle. I was sure Lingfeng was just joking.
"Hey, I'm not close to Jin Yang, why would I joke about him? By the way, it's the second time since Jin Xinghua committed suicide. I took you to the scene at Jupiter Pavilion, and after we parted, I went to handle some business at the Marriott Hotel. I happened to see Jin Yang with his girlfriend; that woman looks very much like her." Lingfeng pointed towards the girl in white at the adjacent table.
"This Jin Yang, how could he hide this from us?" I laughed heartily and was about to raise my hand to call the boss for another strong drink when suddenly my head rang loudly, and I asked, "Lingfeng, did you see Jin Yang with his girlfriend right after leaving the scene?"
"Pretty much; it takes about ten minutes to drive from Jinxiu Jiangnan to Marriott Hotel," Lingfeng frowned.
I remembered that I had helped Lingfeng activate the Yin-Yang Eye. The spell's effect lasts at least two hours before it wears off, which means what Lingfeng saw could very likely be Qing Qiu.
How could Qing Qiu possibly be in a hotel room with Jin Yang? How is that possible? Didn't she abandon her carefully cultivated physical form when she possessed Li Chao? Is it Mo Mo lying or is it Qing Qiu? Damn it, one can't trust ghost stories anymore.
I explained the situation to Lingfeng, who was astonished. "So you're saying that Jin Yang got involved with his uncle's mistress? This guy has quite a taste!"
"I'm just worried that this female ghost might bring harm to Jin Yang. Right after Jin Xinghua died, she went off with him to a hotel. With her looks, she's a disaster waiting to happen!" I expressed my concerns.
"Right, if it were me, I would also be moved," Ding Fatty interjected confidently.
"What is there for you not to be moved by?" Lingfeng teased Fatty, then turned to me and said, "But even so, even if you know that Qing Qiu is a threat to Jin Yang, what does it matter? You two are in a situation where neither can do anything to the other."
"Lingfeng, help me find out where Jin Yang is staying outside. After Jin Manyuan's death, he no longer has to abide by the Jin Family rules and is very likely living with Qing Qiu," I asked Lingfeng.
"That's easy; I'll let you know," Lingfeng replied with a smile.
Knowing this, I lost my appetite for late-night snacks, and the three of us wrapped things up quickly.
————————The dividing line is not scary; what's scary is a cultured dividing line——————————
The next morning, I arrived alone at Qifeng Temple. Kong Xuan saw me and laughed, "Hey, isn't this that guy, the Yin-Yang Physique? What brings you here?"
"I'm just a Yin-Yang Physique, not some Yin-Yang person!" I retorted angrily.
"Close enough! Don't be too particular about it! Don't you think it's exhausting to live like that?" Kong Xuan said with a grin. "What? Do you have to nitpick?"
I couldn't be bothered to argue and lunged at him with a punch. After about ten minutes of sparring, we both sat down panting. After catching our breath, I tossed him a cigarette, lit one for myself, took a deep drag, and sighed contentedly, "It's much more useful to spar with you than to go to the gym."
"Next time you ask me for help, I won't fight with you. There's an old saying: a gentleman uses words, not fists," Kong Xuan said as he lit his cigarette with a smile.
"Words? You can argue with the old man at your door; I'm not into that!" I joked.
"What’s up?" Kong Xuan got up to pour me a glass of water.
"I just want to ask if there's a quick way to learn how to catch ghosts?" I revealed my intention.
"No way!" Kong Xuan replied without hesitation, cutting off all my hopes in one sentence.
"Really not at all?" I asked, unwilling to give up.
"Damn, we have a very sacred profession! Do you think just reciting a couple of spells and drawing a few symbols is enough to make a living in our line of work?" Kong Xuan glared at me.
"Isn't it?" I was taken aback. "Last time you taught me how to open the Yin-Yang Eye, I learned it right away. Is this really that difficult?"
"Come on, opening the Yin-Yang Eye is the most basic thing. It's like teaching a child that one plus one equals two. If they learn it, it's nothing special; if they can't, that's what’s surprising," Kong Xuan scoffed.
"Sigh!" I let out a sigh.
"What's wrong? Didn't you already settle that issue last time?" Kong Xuan asked curiously. Over the past six months, I had often sparred with Kong Xuan and hadn’t hidden anything from him.
"Another situation has come up!" I briefly explained the matter.
Kong Xuan laughed, "Didn't you take my Yin-Yang Ancient Coin? Just go out and smash it!"
"The Yin-Yang Ancient Coin is unique. If I smash one, what about the other? Should I pick it up and smash it again? The Kung Fu people have already gone to the Pentagon," I said with frustration.
"Aren't you still holding a page from the Shu Tanlang treasure book? Just smash another one!" Kong Xuan knew about this matter.
"I've tried. That treasure book seems alive; it floats in the air as soon as it's out of the box and moves slowly on its own, completely uncontrollable," I dismissed that suggestion.
Kong Xuan frowned and said, "I see... um... if it's just targeting Qing Qiu and Mo Mo, I do have a method."
"What method? That's exactly what I want to target! What do you have?" I perked up at his words.
"I'll teach you a set of incantations called Transforming Illusions into Reality. After casting it, you can inflict damage on ghosts with your fists and feet," Kong Xuan said.
"Damn, such a useful thing! Why didn't you bring it out sooner? Hurry up and teach me; let's see if I can beat them to death," I exclaimed joyfully.
"I haven't finished speaking," Kong Xuan said with a smile. "Everything is reciprocal. If you can inflict damage on him using Transforming Illusions into Reality, he can also inflict damage on you with Transforming Illusions into Reality. In half an hour, it will depend on whose fists and feet are stronger."
"They both look so weak, with their thin arms and legs. Their fighting skills shouldn't be that impressive, right?" I pondered while stroking my chin.
"Can you measure fighting skills by size? By your logic, Ding Fatty would have already claimed the throne of Star City," Kong Xuan said, unrelentingly shattering my illusions.
"Hehe, teach me the secret first. In this survival-of-the-fittest world, it's not bad to master another skill for self-defense, haha," I replied.
"Why don't you learn to eat with chopsticks using your left hand? Now that's a real skill for dining," Kong Xuan laughed as he taught me the secret technique, emphasizing at the end, "Remember, it only has half an hour of effectiveness."
"Uh... how long is half an hour?" I asked curiously.
"Motherfucker, you don't even know that and you want to learn the most profound Taoist secrets of China? One hour is two 'shichen', so half an hour is one 'shichen'. Understood? Get lost!" Kong Xuan kicked at me.
"Haha!" I fled in a hurry.
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