Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

After hearing my story, most of the classmates stopped eating the yellow weasel meat.But Cui Hai scoffed and mocked them for being too timid—scared off by just a ghost story.

Then, out of nowhere, Liu Ruoyi lashed out at me angrily:

"Zhang Dabao, don't think that telling a few creepy stories will scare everyone into siding with you. You're doing this just to oppose me because I support hunting, right?Let me be clear: the more you act like this, the more I despise you.And for the record—I already have a boyfriend!"

She snorted coldly and bit fiercely into a piece of dried weasel meat.

Her words felt like sharp arrows stabbing into my chest.Where did she get this idea? That I did all this out of jealousy because she didn't like me anymore?If this were any other situation, I'd have turned around and walked away without a word.But not today. This was a life-or-death situation.Even if she treated me like garbage, I couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

So I tried one last time:

"I don't care what you think. I'm telling you—listen to me.Killing animals in ignorance might be forgiven.But now that you know the truth, if you keep eating that meat, that's not just ignorance—it's willful defiance. You'll pay the price."

My words weren't just for my classmates—they were also for the woman who had come to us.I wanted her to see this as a mistake made out of ignorance—not malicious intent.After all, yellow weasels are difficult to cultivate into spirits, and this one had already taken human form through "controlling arts."She had spent years listening to scripture, gaining merit, and was on the verge of transcendence.If she gave in to vengeance now, she'd risk ruining everything.But cultivators value karma above all.If she could see their regret, maybe she'd spare them.Even Heaven would not approve of her slaughtering so many people in one night.

But Liu Ruoyi wasn't having it. She sneered and deliberately took another bite.

"I ate it. What now?Why don't you summon your great Daoist masters to punish me?Who do you think you are to boss me around?!"

I jumped to my feet, fuming.My good intentions were twisted into petty jealousy.I glanced at the corner where the woman sat—she was smirking coldly.It was over for Liu Ruoyi. Even if she survived tonight, she'd be flayed alive in spirit.

The yellow weasel spirit—one of the Five Great Immortal Houses—is the most vindictive and unpredictable.It never lets things go.

I took a deep breath. No use arguing anymore.There were over twenty people here.If I left, most of them would die.

As for Liu Ruoyi?She had killed my last lingering hope.There was no point even saying that long-overdue apology now.

Cui Hai, seeing Liu Ruoyi's reaction, jumped in to support her and mock me.With this rich brat leading the charge, more people began pointing fingers at me too.Thankfully, over half still refused to eat the meat.

Suddenly, the woman with bound feet stood up.

"I must go," she said flatly. "The children… can't be found."

Jiang Shiyu, ever compassionate, tried to comfort her:

"Ma'am, don't lose hope. Let's call the police.There's so many of us—we'll help you search.Maybe we'll find them faster that way!"

The woman let out a bitter laugh.

"Search… together?"

She shook her head and said no more.She quietly turned and led her goat into the dark woods.Her back looked so desolate, so filled with grief, fury, and resentment.The bell on the goat's neck jingled softly, fading into the night.

Jiang Shiyu sighed,

"She's really pitiful. Lost her children in this wilderness…"

I opened my mouth to say, "She's not human,"But… I swallowed the words.What would be the point? No one would believe me.Cui Hai and his cronies would drown me in ridicule.

So I said nothing.But I knew she'd be back. To take revenge.

"Class Rep, it's getting late. Let's head back," I suggested.If we could just leave early, I could inscribe Concealment Talismans on the bus.We might still escape this disaster.

But Jiang Shiyu told me the bus had been dismissed.The whole point of this trip was to "experience wilderness survival."The driver refused to come back this late—too foggy, too dangerous.

She looked in the direction the woman had gone.

"Does this have anything to do with her?" she asked softly.

"You know?!"

I was shocked.

"Know what?" she blinked."You mean you're thinking of calling the police?Oh… were you thinking something spooky? Like a ghost?"

I smiled bitterly.I'd rather it were a ghost. That'd be easier.

She dismissed the thought and took me aside:

"You didn't bring a tent, right?I brought two. Here—this one's for you."

Her genuine smile warmed my heart.Despite the ridicule from others, her kindness reminded me that not everyone in this world is selfish.

That night, people paired up and went to sleep in tents.The moonlight turned the ruins of the abandoned village silver and cold.A strange silence fell over us all.

Maybe it was exhaustion.Or maybe my story had really spooked them.Either way, everyone quickly drifted off to sleep.

But I couldn't.I knew the yellow weasel spirit would return for vengeance.Cui Hai and Liu Ruoyi would be the first targets.

So I pitched my tent between theirs.

Time passed.But… nothing happened.

Could it be that she had chosen to spare them, to protect her accumulated merit?

No. I shook my head.

Yellow weasels aren't like other spirits.They're vindictive, not merciful.If they were capable of true compassion, they would've become celestial beings long ago.

Still, despite trying my best to stay awake…Eventually, I fell asleep.

And that's when I dreamed something strange.

Everything was pitch black around me—except on both sides, I could still sense normal surroundings.I looked up to see what was blocking the light.

And I saw… a giant.

He stood tall—like a six- or seven-story building—blocking the moonlight.

His huge, bell-sized eyes glared down at me.He spoke in a deep, emotionless voice:

"I am the Night-Walking Deity.I summoned your soul here because someone above has a message for you.Since you've joined the Maoshan Daoist Path, you must now abide by the Heavenly Way.Your every word and deed must be carefully weighed.

That yellow weasel was a land-spirit on the verge of ascension,but failed to transcend because of her earthly attachment to her children.

These people slaughtered her entire family.

Their retribution is due.

You must not interfere.

If you meddle with karma, the Heavenly Law will punish you.

You'll lose blessings. Your lifespan will shorten.There will be no exceptions."

I was dumbfounded.A Night-Walking Deity?! In front of me?

Most people know the name—but few understand it.In many fantasy stories, Night-Walkers are made out to be nothing special.But the truth is—they are some of the most powerful underworld deities, tasked with monitoring human behavior at night.

They record good and evil, chase down malicious ghosts, and prepare a person's record of karma for the Judge of the Dead when they pass.If someone's lifespan isn't over, they may even add or subtract years based on their deeds.

They float a mere half-meter above the ground, swift and tireless, able to cross vast distances each night.Hence their title:

"Night-Walkers Who Roam the Eight Directions."

That old saying "Three feet above the ground, the gods are watching"?It refers to them.

And when a Night-Walking Deity takes an interest in you—You're either a great villain…Or a rare and virtuous soul.