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On a certain afternoon in 2014, I received a phone call. The message was simple: "Little Master Liu, I'm downstairs at your place. Please come down." The caller was a woman seeking help, surnamed Su, whom I referred to as Sister Su. She was 40 years old. I didn't find it inappropriate that she addressed me as "you," not because I felt worthy of such respect, but because it reflected her good upbringing.
"Alright, I'll be right down. Please wait a moment."
This was a prearranged meeting; she had encountered some ghostly affairs and had found me after extensive inquiries.
As I exited the elevator and entered the lobby, I noticed a white luxury car with the Poseidon Trident logo parked temporarily at the entrance. Sister Su was in the driver's seat, dressed elegantly like a successful woman. In the back seat sat a young boy of about ten, who was curiously peering out of the window, exuding innocence.
"Little Master Liu, get in the car. Let's go eat and talk," Sister Su said with a professional smile as she rolled down the window, though her fatigue was evident.
I greeted her warmly and opened the door to sit in the passenger seat.
"Hello, Uncle," came the innocent voice of the boy from behind. He was polite, cheerful, and quiet.
I took out a red string bracelet and handed it to him. "Hello, little friend. Stretch out your hand; let me give you something. Once you wear this, you won't get sick so easily." It was a red string bracelet I had specially crafted for him to ward off evil spirits. Why did I want to give him this? It all started with Sister Su's phone call two days prior.
A couple of days ago, Sister Su had informed me that her husband had passed away three months ago. However, for some reason, their son had been claiming to see his father for the past two months. At night, his father would often visit his room to keep him company. The boy was ten years old and had developed independent thinking; he understood that his father was gone and had an idea of what "ghosts" were. Yet he had always shared a deep bond with his father, and his passing was hard for him to accept. When he said that his father's spirit returned, he felt genuinely happy inside. He frequently told Sister Su that his father hadn’t left and would come by at night to be with him.
Sister Su initially thought her son was just dreaming due to excessive longing for his father and believed he would naturally forget over time. Thus, she didn’t pay much attention at first and merely nodded along because she herself didn’t believe such things could happen. However, as time went on, her son's academic performance plummeted, and his physical health deteriorated; he had fallen ill four or five times in just two months and often appeared dazed during the day. Sister Su began to feel something was amiss. Connecting her son's claims of seeing his father with his declining health led her to believe that he might be suffering from grief over his father's death—both mentally and physically affected. Consequently, she took him to various hospitals and even consulted psychologists. After weeks of turmoil without any improvement, doctors concluded that everything was normal; he was just a bit weak and needed to build up his strength.
After numerous fruitless attempts to seek help, Sister Su began to feel that her child was not merely speaking nonsense, and she started to think about her deceased husband. She mentioned that before me, she had consulted someone who claimed to be in the same line of work. However, that person had only visited her home and said that her husband's spirit was still present, giving her two talismans and two protective charms to place around the house, then took his commission and left. During that time, things did improve somewhat; the child even told her that their father had been coming home at night but was always in a hurry to leave.
Sister Su had secretly obtained the talismans without the child's knowledge, so when the child spoke those words, she truly believed there was something to it, as such coincidences were rare. She sought out the master who had given her the talismans again, explaining that the situation had not been resolved completely. Although there was some improvement, the ghost could still enter their home. The response from the master was, "There's nothing more I can do; my skills are limited. If those talismans didn't solve the problem, then I'm afraid I can't help you further."
As a businesswoman, Sister Su understood the principle of no service without payment. She felt cheated because the practitioner had taken her commission without fully addressing her concerns. She insisted that he refund her money. It wasn't about the amount; it was just that she felt helpless in this situation and clung to that one lifeline.
The practitioner she referred to was someone I knew indirectly; he wasn't exactly a peer but often sought out various masters for peace talismans and protective charms. He would then solicit business online, offering his services whenever someone faced ghostly affairs. The talismans he provided were genuine and effective to some extent. However, when dealing with particularly malevolent spirits, their effectiveness was severely limited. His abilities were confined to what those talismans could achieve; if they couldn't resolve an issue, he was powerless.
His approach resembled reselling—he would acquire talismans at a low cost from Taoist masters and then sell them at a markup to victims facing ghostly affairs, profiting from their misfortunes. While this method might seem opportunistic, it wasn't outright deceitful since his talismans were indeed real. He had built a reputation online through various advertisements and had helped resolve some ghostly affairs, which contributed to his modest fame. Sister Su found him through an online search.
Both Sister Su and this practitioner were business-minded individuals. When it came to returning money, he suggested introducing her to a master who could thoroughly resolve her issue. Sister Su agreed. Initially, he referred her not to me but to another practitioner from Hunan who had recently left Guangzhou for further study elsewhere. Thus, he provided Sister Su with my contact information.
When Sister Su called me for the first time, she described her situation clearly and calmly; there was no hint of sorrow in her voice until she mentioned seeing her husband's spirit. When I asked how he had died, her speech slowed down as she suggested we meet in person instead of discussing it over the phone since it was too complicated to explain clearly this way. I agreed but later learned that she was busy with many business matters and proposed meeting two days later.
As an unemployed drifter, I could meet at any time for business; however, I felt puzzled by Sister Su's demeanor. Most people would be anxious in such situations—especially after confirming something so serious—but Sister Su seemed unhurried and focused on work matters instead. Moreover, handling this issue shouldn't take up too much of her time.
Despite my confusion, I knew that speculating without enough information was futile. All I could ascertain was that a father who had passed away over three months ago had not moved on but remained close to his child. Such situations defy natural order; a ghost's Yin Qi is heavy while children naturally possess insufficient Yang Qi. Over time, this imbalance could harm the child. Although unintentional, it violated rules of nature—rules that should never be broken regardless of intent.
After hanging up the phone, I began crafting a red thread for the child meant to ward off evil and dispel Yin energy—a protective measure against any harm from his father's lingering spirit.
For now, let's refer to the child as Chen Chen. As I tied the protective bracelet around his wrist, Sister Su pressed on the gas pedal and drove toward a secluded farmhouse outside their neighborhood. Businesspeople have their ways; although I was merely hired as a soul-sending master for ghostly affairs, Sister Su didn't discuss these matters much during our drive—she engaged in casual conversation instead. This small talk allowed us to get acquainted while also giving her a chance to assess me since there are many frauds in today's society.
She had chosen a restaurant in advance where we would eat—a place I frequented as well. The environment inside was quiet with quality offerings made from honest ingredients at fair prices.
Even with just three people present, Sister Su reserved a private room. Once inside and after making a call without hesitation—requesting someone named Xiao Zhang to come pick up Chen Chen and take him back to school—she still didn't mention anything about our main topic until after all the dishes were served and the waiter left us alone.
After Chen Chen departed with Xiao Zhang—a young man in his twenties—Sister Su said: "That guy is our company driver; I'm usually swamped with work. This time I brought Chen Chen here not only to discuss my husband's situation but also so he could have a meal with you. Haha, sorry for any inconvenience."
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