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At that moment, Holy's spirit had improved significantly; most of the sinister energy had been dispelled. However, this was merely a temporary fix. As long as that malevolent spirit existed, he would never fully recover unless the spirit chose to leave or was driven away. Otherwise, his lifespan would drastically shorten. Although he wouldn't lose his life immediately, he certainly wouldn't live out his original lifespan.
After sitting down, my expression turned serious. I pondered a few questions that I urgently wanted to know. First was Holy's fate. If he had a pure yin constitution and had inadvertently engaged in some soul-calling activities, it would make sense for him to attract such a spirit. Secondly, I needed to find out if Holy had done something truly heinous that provoked something he shouldn't have. Lastly, I wondered if this house was originally a Yin House.
It was afternoon, and based on the position of the setting sun, I quickly assessed the orientation and lighting of the room, essentially ruling out the possibility of it being a Yin House. Looking at Holy across from me, he appeared anxious and restless, seemingly thinking that I was at a loss as well. I knew that at this moment, he must have seen me as his only lifeline.
I said, "Holy, give me your birth chart so I can analyze your fate." He hesitated and replied, "I don't know my birth chart; I only know my birthday." I urged him, "Then tell me your birthday."
When he stated his birthday, there was no need to check the time; it ruled out the possibility of him having a pure yin constitution. Did that mean he had done something truly terrible?
I quickly asked, "What do you do for a living? You’re not a tomb raider, are you?" He shook his head vigorously and said, "No, I'm not a tomb raider; I wouldn't have the guts for that. I'm... I'm..." He hesitated for quite some time. Finally, Xiao Chen couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Do you want to save your life or save face? What’s there to hide? Brother Liu isn’t a cop; he’s just a Taoist and a familiar one at that. What are you afraid of?"
Hearing this made it clear to me what Holy did; it was undoubtedly something disgraceful and illegal. Although society has its share of corruption, I still didn't want to associate with such people. As the saying goes, those who are pitiful must also have their faults. Since he had committed illegal acts, this situation could be seen as retribution; if it was retribution, then he should bear it himself. I wasn't some savior and wouldn't arbitrarily sever the consequences that were meant to exist; that wouldn’t be doing good but rather aiding evil. It would create karmic obstacles for me.
With this thought in mind, I stood up and stuffed the compass into my cloth bag, intending to leave without getting involved in this matter. They both understood my intention; Xiao Chen quickly called out, "Brother Liu! Brother Liu! Don’t go! Really, you’re our only hope!"
Holy's reaction was even more exaggerated as he hurriedly crawled and rushed in front of me. He knelt down on the ground and grasped my hands tightly while mumbling all sorts of pleading and self-reproachful words. In the end, he even promised that he would never engage in petty theft again in his life. Seeing me remain unmoved, he loosened his grip and prepared to kneel down to knock his head on the ground in a pose that suggested if I didn’t save him, he would surely die—a sight that tugged at my heartstrings.
I quickly stopped him from bowing down; such an extravagant gesture was too much for me to accept. Xiao Chen and I helped Holy back onto the sofa and shook our heads at him. I said, "The way you make a living is probably not very honorable. However, you should still tell me everything so I can see if you deserve such retribution. If you choose to disguise or withhold anything from me, then I won’t be able to help you; I hope you understand."
Upon hearing this, he recounted without reservation how he was a habitual thief from start to finish. After finishing his tale with tears streaming down his face, he genuinely believed that what had happened was due to his misdeeds in stealing—his karma catching up with him—and now he deeply regretted it. He said if possible, he would like to find those whom he had wronged to apologize and compensate them for their losses as much as possible. But these were just words; how could he possibly find those people he had harmed? Nevertheless, as they say about reformed rogues being worth their weight in gold—I could see that he sincerely wanted to turn over a new leaf. Sometimes people think: if only they had known today’s consequences earlier.
I said to him, "You’ve done so many bad things; you will definitely need to make amends in the future. As for how to make amends, I believe you have some idea yourself without me needing to elaborate further. However, let me be frank: this time being haunted by a malevolent spirit is undoubtedly related to your thieving ways. I will do my utmost to help you resolve this issue; however it turns out is uncertain. But you must understand: if you dare engage in such activities again in the future, not even divine beings will be able to save you."
Of course, I used those words as an excuse to persuade him, but I knew he would firmly believe them. The suffering he endured this time was unforgettable, and even if he were beaten to death, he wouldn't have the courage to go through it again.
I set down the Cloth Bag and sat across from him. Seeing that I had no intention of letting go, both of them sighed in relief. I adjusted my cynical mindset; since he was willing to change, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Everyone should have the chance to turn away from evil and embrace good. In my view, a petty thief like Holy deserved society's forgiveness. Having decided to help him, I cast aside these distractions and began to understand the details of this matter as if he were a true Victim.
According to him, the haunting began three days ago. That night, after wandering back from the East Train Station, it was already late. He had come back empty-handed and feeling frustrated, so he went to bed early. Around midnight, he had a bizarre and bloody dream. In it, he was stealing at the train station when his hand reached into someone else's bag and touched a wallet. Just as he was about to pull it out, a knife suddenly slashed down, severing his right Palm at the wrist. His Palm fell directly into that person's bag. When he looked up, he saw a group of people surrounding him, all wielding machetes—each one a Victim of his past thefts. Just as he thought about running away, a student-like figure came forward and chopped off his legs. He screamed and woke up in terror.
That wasn't even the main point. When he finally opened his eyes with the dim light from the streetlamp outside, he saw a white-clad Female Ghost hovering on the ceiling. This terrified him. Rubbing his eyes didn’t help; the Female Ghost didn’t disappear but slowly descended until her hair almost brushed against his face. He screamed again and woke up—only to realize it was a dream within a dream.
His scream not only startled him awake but also woke up Xiao Chen next door. Xiao Chen shouted through the wall, asking what was wrong and turned on the light. Seeing nothing unusual in the room, he sighed in relief and prepared to go back to sleep when suddenly the bedroom door swung open. Unable to hold back another scream, he saw that it was Xiao Chen entering his room just as he was about to ask how he got in. But then came Xiao Chen's voice from next door: "What are you shouting about?"
The voice was unmistakably coming from next door; if Xiao Chen was there, then who was this person entering? He froze for a moment before realizing what had happened. At that instant, his own thoughts nearly scared him into fainting. Fortunately, when Xiao Chen heard him not responding, he barged into his room. Just as Xiao Chen entered, the fake Xiao Chen vanished as if it had never existed. However, when Xiao Chen walked in, the door was indeed wide open; for this reason, Xiao Chen asked why he hadn’t closed it.
This incident sounded very much like a Ghost Story—a rather ridiculous one at that—at least in my mind; I didn't have such a deep understanding of it. But at that moment, he certainly wasn’t fabricating stories; everything must have truly happened.
When he finished recounting this event, not only was he shocked but I was taken aback as well. Such a dream followed by seeing a fake Xiao Chen so vividly—especially since the door had been open—was puzzling because he always locked his door when sleeping. Logically speaking, a locked door shouldn't just open for no reason at all. Because of this detail alone, he was one hundred percent sure that he had attracted a ghost.
As he spoke about this, I glanced at Xiao Chen; he nodded like a chick pecking at rice and said, "Yes, yes! The door was definitely open! And when I came in, I felt a gust of wind pass by me. Although I don't know what 'yin wind' feels like as described on TV, what I felt should have been an eerie breeze."
To be honest, I had never encountered a Spirit God that could scare someone starting from a dream within a dream before. Although many things done by Spirit Gods are inexplicable in my mind, this kind of haunting that transitioned from dreams to reality left me completely bewildered. Moreover, the compass’s reaction earlier surprised me; I wondered if we had truly stumbled upon something serious.
Later on, Holy and Xiao Chen told me about being startled awake again the following night—and this time it was even more exaggerated; both of them directly saw that ghostly figure. I asked them what the ghost looked like.
Xiao Chen remained silent while Holy eagerly replied: "Just like in the dream on the first night—dressed in white with long hair—a female ghost with an unseen face."
It turned out to be just as I had suspected. This appearance was normal, but the heavy Yin Qi and Resentment were anything but. The speed at which it harmed others was abnormal; typically, being entangled with a Spirit God would take a long time—days, months, or even years. Many people are aware that there is always a Spirit God nearby, yet their physical condition does not deteriorate drastically. However, to see a Holy Spirit God transformed in just two days could only be described as an outrageous accumulation of Yin Qi.
With such heavy Yin Qi, it was clear that this was not an ordinary Wandering Soul. I even regretted coming here in the first place. But since I was already here and had gained some understanding, ignoring it would indeed go against my Dao Heart. With that thought in mind, I helplessly took out my communication device, preparing to ask my master what type of Spirit God this was, whether I could handle it, and how to proceed.
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