Chapter 250

"What can we do? We can't find the bankbook and household registration, the money has nowhere to go, and the child can't even get into school." Shao Long rubbed his hands anxiously.

"If the person could come back, that would be fine; why ask about the bankbook? Since you can't find your aunt, just accept your bad luck." Yun Shu patted Shao Long's shoulder, comforting him.

"What's with accepting bad luck? It's all Mom's fault, hiding everything so tightly. In life she feared I, her son, would take the money, and even in death she wanted to bring it into the coffin. Whether she's really my mother or not, that old hag—did she even treat me as her own biological son?" Shao Long muttered and complained, actually starting to blame his deceased mother.

His attitude made me roll my eyes involuntarily; it hadn't been long since his mother passed, yet he flew into a rage over money and started cursing his own mother.

Sometimes what causes a family to split isn't that the family is too rich. Poverty is also a sword, making people strive to climb up while becoming real, becoming estranged from even close relatives.

Han Duo was packing up to leave, but at that moment Shao Long's wife came out carrying a large bag of clothes. She asked Shao Long: "Honey, what should we do with Mom's things—burn them or put them in a box?"

"If you want to burn it, burn it; if you want to throw it away, throw it away. Don't keep it; it's an eyesore, bad luck." Shao Long impatiently waved his hand.

His wife gave an "oh" and prepared to stuff the clothes into a garbage bag; it looked like she was going to take them outside to burn.

"Wait… just a moment!" Under the bewildered gaze of the Shao Long family, I stepped forward and snatched the bag of clothes from his wife's hand. Then I rummaged through the bag and pulled out a small cotton-padded jacket.

The style of this cotton jacket is very old-fashioned; it should have been worn by a child of the previous generation. But my feeling tells me that the soul's obsession resides on this small cotton jacket.

Yes, just now when Shao Long's wife was about to burn the clothes, I suddenly saw the smiling face of the Shao family's elderly mother on the garment. When a person loves something too much in life, or constantly gazes at an object, carrying it close at all times, after death that item retains the ghost's obsession.

My spiritual sense told me that the place of strongest obsession was this small cotton jacket. Thinking this, I involuntarily turned and asked Shao Long: "Is this jacket your son's?" In my view, this should be the jacket Shao Long's son wore as a child.

Unexpectedly, Shao Long shook his head and said: "No, this is something my mother sewed for me when I was a child."

Only then did I suddenly realize: this jacket was actually what Shao Long wore as a child—no wonder the style is so antiquated. I examined the jacket carefully, while Shao Long impatiently urged his wife to burn the clothes.

"Wait…" Two minutes later I shouted again loudly, and everyone's gaze fell on me.

"What's there to see in this clothing? It's just a rag. Give it to me, I'll take it to burn." Shao Long impatiently snatched it. Because I was holding it too tightly, the cloth tore with a puff, splitting in half. At that moment everyone in the room froze, and even Shao Long's eyes widened involuntarily.

From the jacket's interlayer fell two items, both small booklets: the household register and the bankbook—the very things Shao Long had been desperately searching for, tucked inside the jacket's interlayer.

"Mom…" Shao Long shrugged his shoulders, this big, burly man actually sobbing softly like a child.

"Actually… the old lady hid it just to keep it safe for you. You thought Grandma Shao valued money too much, but the money is actually in the interlayer of the clothes you wore as a child. After all, Mother hid the money so carefully precisely to leave it for her own son. I think this jacket must mean a lot to you." I shook my head, comforting Shao Long, though I felt a bit sad inside. Why does a son have such a deep misunderstanding of his mother? I want to enjoy maternal love, but my mother left me long ago.

Those who dwell in blessings never know they are blessed, and do not cherish them.

"All right, now that we've found the things, the money should be mine, right?" Han Duo was packing up to leave, but then suddenly turned back and reached out a hand to the weeping Shao Long.

I almost couldn't help but curse out loud—this bankbook and household register were clearly found by me, yet she has the nerve to turn around and ask for money; just how thick-skinned does one have to be to make such a demand?

"I don't care; I already said beforehand that any undertaking has a failure rate. I've invoked the soul, performed the rites, and according to the prior agreement you must give me half of the cash!" Han Duo showed no shame.

At first, Shao Long's family naturally refused. After all, retrieving the money had little to do with ghosts or gods. But under the mediation of Yun Shu and me, Shao Long still, thinking it better to avoid trouble, gave the money to Han Duo.

After taking the money, Han Duo left without even turning her head, not saying a single thank you—she was really full of herself.

On this side, after receiving the money, Shao Long prepared to invite me and Yun Shu to a meal. However, I politely refused him and anxiously walked out the door.

I certainly wouldn't let Han Duo just walk away like that. If it were before, I'd have many doubts and would be curious enough to detain Han Duo and ask her many things. At least, Yang Shouyi had his gold medal taken and lost his life, while Han Duo emerged unscathed—this alone is worth suspicion.

However, after QingSongShu and I said those words, I no longer had the desire to continue investigating the medal. How to put it? I feel somewhat uneasy toward Han Duo in my heart; I find her unpleasant to look at. First she swindled me out of a sum of money, and now I rescued her from the underworld. Many say I am her lifesaver, yet this little miss can't even utter a thank you—she really doesn't know how to behave.

Thus, with the kind intention of properly educating her parents, I appeared at the intersection with a handsome turnabout and blocked Han Duo.

"Hey, miss, we meet again." I crossed my shoulders, imitating the suave hair flip of a soap‑opera star. But…

"Hey, young man, move aside, you're blocking my way!" A masked auntie in a cleaning uniform poked my foot with her broom.

I ""——" instant, I felt as if a fly had choked my throat, extremely uncomfortable. After politely making way for the auntie, I heard Han Duo's boisterous laughter behind me.

"Hahaha… you've killed me, Grandpa. I ask you: if the ancestors of the Yin Mountain Sect knew their sect had produced such a goofy disciple, would they jump out of their coffins, vomit blood, rise up, then lie back down?" Han Duo laughed uproariously without restraint.

To conceal my embarrassment, I had no choice but to pretend to be furious, stride up to Han Duo, stare her down, and extend a hand saying "Repay the money."

"What money do I owe? Have I owed you anything?" Han Duo crossed her shoulders, not at all anxious.

"Who said there isn't? Last time in Yichang, didn't you swindle me out of five thousand?" I stepped forward, relentless.

Han Duo gave an "oh", extended a hand, and said lightly: "Fine, then give me the evidence."

"Evidence… just wait!" Instinctively I reached into my pocket to pull out the IOU she had forced me to write. But as soon as my hand entered the pocket, I suddenly realized. Damn, if I produce this IOU, am I giving her money or is she giving me back money… the note says I owe her money.

"Hah… none left, then? Since there's none, Sis will just head off first…" Han Duo laughed loudly and turned to leave.

I couldn't bear to let her leave like that, yet I wasn't willing… should I bite her?! For a moment I felt uneasy, but I didn't do anything outrageous to Han Duo.

But just as Han Duo had taken two steps, an accident suddenly occurred—she kicked a stone and fell to the ground.

I was about to gloat over her misfortune and mock her stupidity, but at that moment Han Duo swayed her head twice, her face turning pale as she fainted.

I thought she was trying to scare me again, so I rushed over and kicked her twice with my foot, hoping to extort some money.

"Hey hey, get up—I'm telling you, the art of pretending to be hit is no longer in fashion. Besides, do I look like such a fool in your eyes?" I said this, and quickly realized something was off; Han Duo seemed to have genuinely fainted.

I crouched down, touched her forehead, felt her pulse, and finally admitted a fact: damn, she really had fainted.

Actually, Han Duo's face had already been somewhat pale before; I reckon it's because in the Yichang ancient tomb she was injured in soul and spirit by QingSongShu's heavenly eye ability. She hadn't recovered yet when she went out to help someone else's soul pass through the underworld. Clearly, it's because her soul suffered serious injury, which is why she has just now fainted.

What to do… go home? That's naturally impossible—the distance is too far, we can't carry her back!

Looking at Han Duo lying unconscious on the ground, I suddenly recalled that there is a guesthouse about a hundred meters nearby. After thinking, I felt we should first carry her to the guesthouse and then see.