Meeting Again

My mother was a gentle and kind-hearted woman. A smile was always on her lips, but on that fateful night, a traffic accident took her away forever. I still remember that night she was in a hurry to find my father; because she wasn't careful, she was hit by a car, lost too much blood, and didn't survive.

At that time, I truly had no way to face this truth. After my mother died, my father was always tormented by guilt, and not long after, he also passed away due to grief. In this world, I only had three relatives left. My parents had left me, leaving only my grandfather as my sole relative.

Grandfather once said that these things were Heaven's punishment for those who work as occult masters. Originally, all things circulate according to the law of karma, but people like us intervene and prevent karma from blooming, going against the Heavenly Will. In the end, I still had to become a master, for one simple reason: "When will the cycle of vengeance ever end?"

That was the first time I tasted the pain of life and death separation. Now, seeing Aunt Zhou like this, I blame myself even more for being unable to help them. Perhaps in just three days, they will have to endure a heart-wrenching separation.

"Young Master Zhou, do you remember..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Grandfather pulled me out of the room: "Let them talk for a bit. We can ask about the Meow Ghost later."

I nodded in agreement, then went with Grandfather and Su Er to the living room to wait.

My heart was restless; I kept pacing back and forth. At this moment, I was very afraid something unexpected would happen to him, and we would lose all our clues because of it, while that great demon head would escape his fate.

"Zhong Lăng, look, there's a little girl up ahead."

Su Er stood up and pointed forward; I also looked in that direction. Heavens! It was the little girl from yesterday. Why does she keep appearing before me like this? Could it be she has a grievance that needs to be resolved?

"Little sister, do you want some candied haws?"

Strangely, today the little girl's face was cold as ice, staring intently at us. She didn't speak, nor did she smile, just stood there silently for half an hour.

Grandfather stepped forward, intending to stick a talisman on the little girl, but I stopped him in time: "She's just a child!"

He huffed and looked at me sternly: "A child? For all we know, she wants to devour your Yang energy."

A tiny ghost wanting to devour my Yang energy—truly hard to believe. Even if she were a Wild Ghost, she couldn't do anything to me because I have Righteous Qi protecting me. Perhaps Grandfather held the mindset that it's better to kill by mistake than to let one go, while I wanted to protect the girl: "That's not it! She's just a little girl!"

Su Er also came to speak up for me. After a while of arguing, Grandfather finally just sighed and let us be.

"Little sister, you are..." Su Er looked at the girl with a probing gaze, as if wanting the girl to admit her identity herself.

"You are a bad person."

Who would have thought that the little girl would suddenly go mad, letting out a roar as an invisible force knocked Su Er back. Heavens, you must be joking; such a small and weak girl having such great strength—she's really messing with me. Fortunately, I caught Su Er in time, otherwise, I fear she would have spent the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

"Damn it."

I rarely curse, but the girl suddenly went crazy and harmed Su Er, making me unable to hold back for a moment.

"What the hell do you want?" I went before the girl and shouted coldly.

"She is a bad person; she wants to steal you away from Sister Wu Ming."

The girl spoke while glaring fiercely at Su Er, her eyes looking as if she wanted to eat her alive. Who is Wu Ming? Why did she appear in my life for no reason? In the end, is this person named Wu Ming a friend or a foe?

"I don't know who Wu Ming is. Furthermore, this sister is not a bad person," I said while pointing at Su Er to reaffirm once more.

"They are all bad people. Brother Yao, hurry and follow me; someone wants to harm you."

The girl's expression shifted from ice-cold to extremely worried.

"Perhaps you have the wrong person. I am not Yao; my name is Zhong Chu Lăng." My anger had subsided, and feeling a bit guilty about what happened earlier, my voice softened.

"Aiya, you even forgot your own name? Your name is Chu Yao."

The girl spoke with a tone and expression that was both a bit reproachful and a bit adorable.

I smiled and said, "Aiya, that's not my name."

"Then is he not your grandfather, Chu Hai?"

The girl pointed toward Grandfather but backed away in fear.

My grandfather glared at the girl, making her tremble.

"He is indeed my grandfather, but his name is not Chu Hai; it's Zhong Han Wei," I said, negating the girl's words.

"That's not right; his name is Chu Hai."

The girl looked at me with a determined gaze.

"That's not right," I also reaffirmed my statement.

The girl turned and vanished, as if she had never appeared. I don't know why, but it's better this way, isn't it? At least, I think so.