The ghost can exist for a long time, as long as the resentment doesn't disperse and the soul doesn't see light. But this female ghost just appeared in shape, her yin energy was eroded, and that person's shadow became even more dim. In the end, I could only see her mouth moving, but couldn't hear what she was saying, until she completely disappeared. Then, Cha Wenbin stood up and untied my rope, telling me: "Tomorrow morning, go to the kitchen and find some raw garlic to eat, it'll ward off the ghostly energy."

  "And you?" "I don't need it, I'm a Taoist..."

  That night, in that house, I slept very well. When I woke up, Cha Wenbin was sitting on an old trunk reading a book. I took a glance and it was a thick leather-bound book. Seeing me awake, he closed the book and waved it at me: "It's the diary of that woman. After finishing it, I feel she's also a pitiful woman. You go down later to ask Zhu Zihao where those women were buried after they died."

  What about Zhu Zihao? This guy didn't sleep in the house at all last night! After I went in, the room was empty!

  Where did it go?

  It turned out that this guy also heard the noise last night and quietly climbed up to the second floor. According to him, he encountered a stray cat between the second and third floors, which meowed at him, scaring him so much that he quickly ran downstairs and drove away to an outside hotel. This morning when he woke up, he thought about it again and realized there were still two guests left, if something happened, wouldn't he be in trouble with the law?

  In this way, he had no choice but to see the sun come out and drive back. However, when he saw me and Cha Wenbin eating breakfast in the garden, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

  "Two older brothers..."

  I threw the bowl of scalding hot porridge in my hand at him, and to this kind of guy, I could only say: "Come over here, I promise not to beat you to death!"

  Zhu Zihao's grandfather had a total of how many women, he didn't know, what he could clearly remember was five. His grandfather and grandmother were buried together in the Harmony Hill, which is Hong Kong's largest public cemetery. Early that morning, the young man fulfilled Zhang Wenbin's request and took us to see it.

  There is still a big difference between the graves of nobles and commoners here. Hong Kong has limited land and a large population, so the price of public cemeteries is also extremely expensive. Ordinary citizens either buy a small piece of land the size of a palm or are placed in an urn in a public cemetery, where there are many people who still cannot afford it, with each grid containing an urn, forming a wall of grids.

  The Zhu family cemetery is located at the top of Hehe Mountain, with an excellent location, even Cha Wenbin repeatedly praised it as a treasure land for Feng Shui. The entire Zhu family occupies nearly 40 square meters, surrounded by several tall pine trees, and the whole area is fenced off to distinguish it from other families. A natural large bluestone was used as material, in the middle is Zhu Zihao's grandfather, on the left is his grandmother, further to both sides are his parents, and there are three empty graves that have not been sealed yet.

  He pointed at those several empty holes and said: "This is mine and will be my future wife's."

  "I asked: 'And what about the other place?'"

  "I don't know, my father said that the grave was originally allocated to someone by the old master, but in the end it seemed that person wasn't here, it's an old generation thing, I'm not clear about it. If one day I really can't make ends meet, I'll sell this piece of land, and I reckon I can raise some money."

  "What about those who were buried?"

  "Just throw the ashes against the mountain wall and it's done. You're already dead, why be so particular about where to live? It's always the living that matter."

  This kid is a complete family destroyer, he's even set his sights on his own ancestral grave.

  Cha Wenbin took the compass and set it up, then said to Zhu Zihao: "With such good feng shui, you can protect three generations of ancestors' blessings. According to this, your generation should still be able to continue being wealthy and noble. Let me take a look."

  He walked around the tomb area in a circle and turned back to stare at Zhu Zihao: "How long hasn't come?"

  He said disapprovingly: "I come every year on Qingming and Winter Solstice."

  "Your grandfather's grave is in such a state of disrepair, can't you fix it?"

  "Where is it broken?"

  Cha Wenbin led him to the back of the tomb, where he saw a crack about 20-30 cm wide and roughly one finger deep in the vaulted part. Some areas had already started growing weeds. If it weren't for the front still being somewhat majestic, from the back, it was no different from a chaotic burial ground.

  "This...". Zhu Zihao couldn't believe it either. Originally, his family's ancestral tomb hadn't even been taken care of like this. He just sighed and said: "It's been two years since I stopped paying the management fee for the cemetery, so no one has been taking care of it. I'm also an unfilial son."

  Zha Wenbin said to him: "Your ancestral tomb has become like this, where did your ancestral shade come from? Hurry back and find someone to repair it. You still have 30 years of good days ahead."

  "Really?"

  "Really! That's right, the empty tomb should be for your grandfather's generation based on its location. Do you know where the other concubines of your ancestors are buried?"

  "I really didn't know this, I just heard that those people back then died unnatural deaths. It's said that such people are unclean and can't enter the ancestral tomb. You're a master of law, don't you know if there is such a thing?"

  Zha Wenbin nodded and said, "Indeed, in the past, it was customary to say that those who died prematurely, were killed by others, committed suicide, or died accidentally, as well as those who died in childbirth or died away from home, were not allowed to be buried in their ancestral tomb. However, after all, they are still family members, and leaving a place for the collection of bodies for later generations to worship should be available."

  "She didn't leave any letters behind, and those women were all barren, where did these descendants come from?"

  "According to generation, you are a junior, although not related by blood, you are still your grandfather's aunt. Your house is not peaceful, and it has a great relationship with those few women."

  Upon hearing this, Zhu Zihao was also startled and hastily knelt down to kowtow in front of his grandfather's tomb: "I'm Zihao, Grandfather. Look at me now. Your house is leaking and I didn't even know. Our home is haunted and you don't care. Can't you tell me where your concubines are buried? I'll scrape together some money to fix your grave."

  I helped him up and said, "Alright, stop pretending here, it's all fake and I can't bear to watch. Your grandfather is almost angry enough to crawl out of his grave, I advise you not to let him come and control Qiang."

  On the way back, Cha Wenbin sat in the back row and asked coldly: "Who is He Xiangzhen?"

  "He" slammed on the brakes, and Zhu Zihao almost crashed into the guardrail. I was so scared that I wanted to hit him, but he turned around and asked Cha Wenbin, "How do you know this person?"

  Cha Wenbin said: "I found a diary on the third floor, written by someone named He Xiangzhen. Who is she?"

  I saw Zhu Zihao's face change, and then he said: "This person was once mentioned by my father, it is said that she used to be a nanny in our family, but later died under unclear circumstances, saying that she was pregnant with a ghost fetus."

  "Ghost fetus?" I asked.

  Zhu Zihao continued: "Later, a master was invited to our home and said that she had given birth to a ghost fetus before, so none of them were kept. That He Xiangzhen did not have a proper wedding ceremony, without a matchmaker's introduction, she couldn't enter the ancestral hall. You reminded me, I reckon it's possible that Old Master left that empty hole for her back then."

  Cha Wenbin also said: "I have seen it in her diary, she was pregnant for two years but did not give birth, and always had a big belly. Later your grandfather asked someone to come and take a look, the person who came said that there was something unclean in her belly, and that she and her unborn child should be burned together. Later, the woman hanged herself on the third floor."

  If it's really like that, then He Xiangzhen can also be considered a poor woman, but was her corpse really cremated?

  Cha Wenbin's answer is: None!

  "I want to find that woman's corpse, it's strange that even your grandfather's wives who died after him don't know where they were buried, did they all give birth to ghost babies?"

  "Ask the lawyer, is this important?"

  "It's crucial! The reason that woman became a vengeful spirit instead of dispersing is due to several reasons. Apart from her dying with resentment and heavy grievances, another reason is that her corpse hasn't been buried. Generally, if a corpse is cremated within three days after death, it's extremely rare for it to become a malevolent spirit. Those who are buried, unless they have an enormous grudge, may still be able to form a ghostly energy, but it won't last long. That woman was clearly trapped on the third floor, and even I wouldn't dare to easily force her out. If her corpse had been buried, she would have been able to break free and escape. It's likely that someone would have already died during your stay here a few days ago."

  "What's the point?" Zhu Zihao gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face slightly pale. "Let's just leave and change places. I won't go back there. We'll find an intermediary later, even if we have to compromise a bit. At least it's better than going to our deaths."

  "This unclear and inexplicable situation will harm whoever takes over. You first take me back, we'll carefully search again. I always feel that there's something special about your mansion that we haven't discovered yet."

  "Something special?" Zhu Zihao thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "Ah, I remember now. There was indeed a place, probably when I was four or five years old, I had a high fever that lasted for a long time, and we went to all the big hospitals in Hong Kong, but they couldn't cure me. Later, my grandfather invited a Taoist priest from mainland China, who said that I was scared by something unclean. At that time, I was still young and running around everywhere, I remember that there was originally a door under the stairs on the first floor of the living room, and it was after entering that door that things happened. Later, that door was sealed off and painted with the same color as the wall, and no one has entered in the past twenty years."

  Cha Wenbin patted Zhu Zihao's shoulder and said: "It must be that, hurry up!"