At that time, my eyes were filled with the scene of that female ghost falling to the ground, trembling non-stop and crying out for that scumbag's name. Damn it, because of your lower body, how many people's lives and happiness in their second half of life have been sacrificed?!

  I immediately flipped over the table and picked up another bottle from the ground, hitting the scum who was covering his head again.

  I stared at his head, which was bleeding profusely. He came to and shouted at me: "Are you crazy?!" Then he picked up a stool and swung it at me.

  What the... Am I crazy? I've gone mad, driven mad by this piece of trash!! I dodged the stool he threw at me, clenched my fist and swung a right hook straight at his nose. Maybe I used too much force, but my palm was scratched by my own pinky nail. Blood flowed down from between my fingers.

  I glared at him with gritted teeth, he was already knocked to the ground by me, it seemed like a broken appearance. I expressionlessly spat on his face and said: "You're still alive, don't you know what it feels like to be dead? Actually, it's you who should be dead."

  Just then, I heard the door open and Dong Shanshan walked in just in time to see this scene. She was stunned, the beer bottle slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, shattering.

  She cried, looking at me, and I saw the word "disappointment" in her eyes. Yes, I disappointed her, I said I wouldn't fight again. But just today, I beat her dearest brother half to death.

  I didn't dare to look straight into her eyes, she didn't say a word either, just quickly walked forward and helped Dong Sizhe into the bedroom, bandaging him, while I stood here stupidly.

  The little alcohol in her body was also evaporated with the sweat. After bandaging Dong Sizhe, she put on her clothes and walked out of the door. I hurriedly pulled her back.

  She jerked her hand away from mine, tears streaming down her face. She was heartbroken, but I didn't know how to explain it to her, and this was indeed an inexplicable thing.

  "Choi Jak-yeon, I didn't want my boyfriend to be a bum, you really disappointed me!"

  She finished speaking and ran downstairs. I stood in the corridor, listening to her sobbing voice getting farther and farther away, feeling bewildered in my heart, what did I do wrong again? And what did I do wrong again?

  I've been dumped again. This is the only answer I have in mind right now. But this time, I don't feel regretful.

  In this real society, there are many things that we dare to be angry about but not dare to speak out. There are also many things that we are powerless to do anything about. We can only silently accept many unjust rules, and once you stand up to speak for those who are weak, you often have to pay a considerable price. But if you don't stand up, then the weak will continue to suffer in silence.

  The bird that sticks its head out gets shot. What a precise phrase! Today I helped that female ghost stick her head out, and now I can only pay the price.

  I put on down jacket, and suddenly another idea occurred to him, his grandma's, anyway, since it has come to this point, might as well do it all at once.

  I walked into the bedroom, Dong Sizhe was lying on the bed, obviously still drunk and muttering to himself. I pulled up the curtains, took out a plastic bottle from my pocket, tore off the label, and unscrewed the cap.

  Dong Sizhe, you have ruined a woman's life, and now you must take responsibility. Spend the rest of your life atoning for the death of that woman.

  A wisp of blue smoke floated out, and although I couldn't see the female ghost now, I could feel that she had already gotten onto Dong Sizhe's bed. I seemed to hear her delighted voice, softly saying: Sizhe, Sizhe.

  How many infatuated women are there in this world? It seems that she has finally gotten what she wanted, following him until he dies.

  I picked up the bottle and then tidied up my clothes.

  I picked up the scarf, folded it neatly with a bitter smile, and gently placed it on Dong Sizhe's desk. Dong Shanshan, I love you, but it seems we are also destined to be apart.

  After everything was ready, I walked out of the room, and I gently closed the door. I clearly heard a voice.

  Qin Ai De, thank you.

  I walked downstairs with a wry smile, lit a cigarette and put it in my mouth. The weather in this city is really weird. It was sunny in the morning, but now it's snowing. The snowflakes are not small, fluttering and falling on my head and shoulders. I lifted my head, and the snow fell into my eyes, melting into water.

  The bitter fruit of past actions has been reaped in this life, and now the results have come back to oneself.

  Perhaps it was all destined. The female ghost somehow became a companion, and I also got the price I deserved.

  I suddenly felt empty inside, didn't want to take a taxi, and just wandered aimlessly in the snowy ground. The naughty kids on the side of the road started a snowball fight. When was it that I was like them, carefree and thought there were gardens everywhere around me?

  But as I grew up, I found that nothing was satisfactory. Perhaps this is fate, now I have abilities that others can't possess, but I couldn't get the most basic love that ordinary people can get. For the first time, I believed in fate.

  A cultivator has five flaws and three shortcomings. It wasn't until much later, when I was casually looking up a word in the dictionary, that I discovered this. The character for "solitary" actually has many interpretations, one of which is to be alone, without a wife, and to die childless. I then realized that from the day I started practicing the Three Pure Ones' scripture, my life, my fate had been quietly rewritten.

  I am destined to be a lonely person. Can't change it anymore.

  Have you ever thought that man can conquer fate? In fact, I have thought about it too, and more than once. But later on, I discovered that no matter how hard I resisted my fate, the unfeeling fate would still automatically change my ending, just like this time. Who could have imagined that Dong Sizhe was actually Dong Shanshan's older brother?

  At least I haven't regretted it yet, that's all. Thinking about it, I started to smile wryly again, so I continued walking firmly in the direction of school.

  Behind, it is still snowing heavily. Snow indeed gives people a sense of serenity. Harbin city remains the same as before, sometimes bustling, sometimes peaceful.

  After returning to school, I became the same as before, but the only thing that comforted me was that I didn't continue to be negative anymore, because at least I'm still alive. As long as you're alive, there's always hope.

  Fifteen nights later that month, I used the well water to draw a mirror again in the bathroom and connected the passage leading to the underworld. Looking at this little old man, I still felt so close to him.

  My ninth uncle was delighted after seeing me and confirming that I was fine. He asked me how the female ghost was doing.

  I didn't tell Ninth Uncle the truth, I just told him that the female ghost was obstinate and wouldn't listen to reason, so I took it in.

  My ninth uncle surprisingly broke his usual practice and praised me once. He said that he didn't expect me to have some wisdom, as long as I work hard at my spiritual practice, I will surely achieve great success in the future.

  But that's not what I'm concerned about. I asked Ninth Uncle: "If that female ghost hadn't turned into an extremely yin and extremely fierce evil spirit, would she still pose any harm?"

  The ninth replied to me, "If it doesn't become extremely yin and evil, it's just a wandering soul. However, if someone is possessed by it, that person will be plagued with illnesses and disasters throughout their life. Until the possessed person dies, this wandering soul will also follow the deceased into the underworld, heading towards the Half-Step City."

  I understand, then let the female ghost accompany Dong Sizhe forever. The two cannot die together, but they can be reborn together, isn't that great?

  After asking Ninth Uncle for some necessary knowledge about the "Three Clear Book", Ninth Uncle said he had something to attend to and left first. I put away the mirror, returned to my dormitory and lay on the bed. In my heart, I was secretly thinking, thinking of Dong Shanshan, thinking of the female ghost, thinking of those so-called heavenly decrees, thinking of those things that I couldn't understand at that time.

  I think that sometimes human hearts are even uglier than ghosts and monsters, so I made a secret decision. From now on, I will use my own perspective to determine good and evil. This is the way of my Yin Yang Master!