"Uncle, it's almost dawn. Let's go quickly," Jiang Zhao said, seeing her uncle, Jiang Changlin, staring blankly at the mansion gate without moving.
"This place stinks. There's nothing good about staying here. When grandmother gives the order tomorrow, I'll surely find you a feng shui treasure land to stay in. Be good," Jiang Zhao coaxed Jiang Changlin like a child.
Most of the souls lingering in the mortal world were not very clear - headed and quite stubborn. Moreover, Jiang Changlin's soul was incomplete.
Just as people often said, after death, people would change greatly in character.
However, usually they would only follow those who had a karmic connection with them.
The human and the ghost staggered towards the morgue.
Since people thought the morgue was inauspicious, it was located in a remote area.
Jiang Zhao pushed open the gate of the morgue. It was not as gloomy as people imagined. Instead, the air inside was free of the cold outside.
There was a shed in the middle of the yard to protect the coffins from the wind and rain. There were also some coffins in the side - room.
Some were waiting for the family to raise money for burial, while others were ownerless and had been picked up by Old Zhang.
There were some food and incense burners in front of the coffins. Seeing that the sandalwood incense had burned out, Jiang Zhao squatted down and relit them one by one.
After walking around, she stopped in front of a coffin that was half the size of a normal one.
She took out pastries and candies from her bosom and put them in a porcelain bowl. Patting the coffin, she said, "Little girl, make do with this for now. I'll bring you some delicious food in a few days."
"Eat well so you can move on."
This little girl was really pitiful.
She was neither loved by her father nor her mother. She was cold and hungry because she was a girl.
One day, her younger brother lost a piece of candy and insisted that she had stolen it.
Her parents locked her outside in the cold winter, and she was frozen to death.
Her parents wanted to throw her to the wolves in the back mountain, but Old Zhang carried her back.
Jiang Zhao saw that the black aura on the coffin seemed to be getting thicker. She could only sigh helplessly.
For a soul with such strong resentment, especially a child with an underdeveloped mind, reasoning was useless.
What was needed was to resolve the obsession. Otherwise, if the resentment was too strong, it would turn into a fierce ghost, and then there would be no choice but to let it be annihilated.
Jiang Zhao got up and went into the house. Inside, besides the statues of the Three Pure Ones, there was also the memorial tablet of Old Zhang and a tablet with the name Qiniang on it.
Jiang Changlin followed her into the house and floated beside her, saying faintly, "The evil aura in the Mansion of the Marquis of Ningyuan is not very serious."
It was more like a killing karma than an evil aura.
Jiang Zhao raised her eyebrows upon hearing this. "Uncle, you've been dead for so many years. Why do you still bother about the worldly affairs?"
"You're just looking for trouble," Jiang Zhao said without any politeness to her uncle.
Jiang Changlin's face darkened and he said nothing. He just stared intently at the purse that the Marquis of Ningyuan had given her.
He knew that Jiang Zhao had some abilities. Besides being able to see ghosts, she could also do divination, observe the appearance of the dying, guide souls, expel evil spirits, and resolve the resentment and wishes of ghosts.
Jiang Zhao immediately stuffed the purse into her bosom, afraid that Jiang Changlin would come and grab it. "Alright, alright. Although the Mansion of the Marquis of Ningyuan is not filled with overwhelming evil aura, there is still a fair amount of it."
"If I don't exaggerate a bit, how can I show my skills? How can I ask for money next time?"
"Uncle, as a lonely ghost, you don't understand. Money is needed everywhere in the capital. I have to plan for myself."
Although she could help ghosts fulfill their wishes, she also needed a reward.
As the saying goes, wishes easily breed resentment. Once the wishes are fulfilled, the resentment will disappear, and the soul will disperse.
Jiang Zhao looked up at Jiang Changlin. "Moreover, I'm not talking nonsense. There is indeed a very fierce evil aura in the marquis's mansion. If it continues like this, the downfall of the Mansion of the Marquis of Ningyuan is just a matter of time."
"In my opinion, the formation of this fierce evil aura is probably due to human misfortune."
In fact, since Jiang Changlin's death, the Mansion of the Marquis of Ningyuan had started to decline. It was hard to say whether part of it was affected by Jiang Changlin's resentment.
Jiang Changlin was silent for a long time. Slowly, he raised his empty eyes and finally asked, "Do you have any way to resolve it?"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhao's expression was indescribable. Did her uncle become a monk before he died?
Otherwise, she really couldn't figure out how a person could be so compassionate after experiencing so much injustice.
"The cost of resolving it is too high. I'm afraid I can't bear it. Besides, this is all the karma they have created themselves."
The Mansion of the Marquis of Ningyuan didn't keep idle people. Everyone there was extremely cruel.
After saying that, Jiang Zhao was about to go into the room to sleep. Jiang Changlin followed her into the inner room.
He just stood motionless in front of the bed and stared at her.
Jiang Zhao was annoyed by his staring. She suddenly sat up from the bed and said helplessly, "Alright, alright. For the sake of you being my uncle, I can help deal with some small troubles."
Jiang Zhao: It's definitely not because of the money!
"Everything depends on their fortune."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Changlin floated out quietly.
Jiang Zhao could finally have a peaceful sleep.
...
The next day.
The rain that had started the previous day was still drizzling.
Jiang Zhao packed a small bag and carried it on her back. She said to Jiang Changlin, "Let's go, Uncle."
"After we meet and collect the bones, all the wishes should be fulfilled."
In fact, ghosts could also appear during the day, but their energy was not as strong as at night.
This time, she didn't walk directly in the rain. Instead, she took a carriage. She was afraid of scaring innocent passers - by.
Jiang Zhao entered the Mansion of the Marquis of Ningyuan unimpeded.
After she left last night, the Marquis of Ningyuan had given an order to let her in directly, but the events of last night should not be spread.
Jiang Zhao was led to the Pine and Crane Hall, which was the residence of the old lady of the Jiang family.
"Miss, you're here. The old lady is waiting for you in the room," said Wei Momo, the old lady's former dowry maid, who was waiting in the corridor.
The old lady had specifically told her to greet Jiang Zhao.
Jiang Zhao nodded slightly at her. Just as she was about to step forward, she seemed to think of something and stopped.
"Uncle, grandmother has been in poor health recently. You'd better wait outside for a while," Jiang Zhao whispered.
The old lady was already weak. If the yin energy on Jiang Changlin's body collided with her, it would be bad if she died.
Seeing her talking to herself, Wei Momo just lowered her head and didn't show any disgust or fear.
Seeing that Jiang Changlin agreed, Jiang Zhao stepped into the room.
In the main hall, there was laughter and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
"Jiang Zhao pays respects to grandmother. May grandmother be in good health," Jiang Zhao said, lowering her eyes and curtsying. Her movements were elegant and flawless.
Looking down, one could see a section of her slender and fair neck, which showed that although the morgue was poor, it had raised her well over the years.
The old lady's hair was already gray, and her face was covered with wrinkles. She was sitting on a high - position in gorgeous clothes.
Seeing her, the old lady was so excited that she trembled and was about to stand up. "Zhaojie'er, you're here..."
"Oh, mother, don't be so excited. Zhaojie'er is here. She won't run away," said Wang Shi, the third daughter - in - law of the old lady.
Jiang Zhao raised her eyes slightly and saw that Wang Shi had a pair of long and slender phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a drooping mouth. It was obvious that she was sharp - tongued and never gave in in words, and was easy to cause trouble with her tongue.
Although she was not forgiving in words, her glabella was broad, which showed that her heart was not evil. She was just a person with a sharp tongue but a kind heart.
However, the area of the palace for children under her eyes was sunken and dull, with messy lines. It was feared that she would have few children, and her children might die young.
Beside Wang Shi was Jiang Zhao's third uncle, Jiang Changfeng.
Jiang Changfeng was round and fat like a white dough. His nose was round and fleshy, which meant he would never lack money. His eyes were bright, which showed that he was a person who enjoyed life.
His earlobes were close to his face and flapped back. It was just that he was a bit too soft - hearted.
"Zhaojie'er, get up quickly. Now that you can return home, our marquis's mansion can finally be reunited as a family," Jiang Changfeng said as he helped Jiang Zhao up. The flesh on his smiling face was trembling. He also took off the jade finger ring on his finger and stuffed it into Jiang Zhao's hand.
"Uncle didn't know you were coming home, and he doesn't know what you like. He didn't prepare anything good. Take this and play with it."