Tales of Folk Feng Shui Mysteries

That horrifying night left even the most die-hard atheists among us looking over their shoulders, paranoid and twitchy. When Cui Hai said he felt something following him, a ripple of fear spread through the group. Some of the girls even screamed, causing the bus driver to glance back at us like we were all mentally unstable.

Then Zhou Han suddenly cut in, "Cui Hai, quit freaking out. It's over. Let's not talk about it anymore."

Everyone nodded in agreement, as if eager to forget everything.

I watched them quietly, but deep down, I knew the truth. He killed her children—that yellow weasel spirit wasn't going to let that go. Blood has a cost, and the killer always bears the mark.

Our first stop was at a lodge on Yuanbao Mountain. Everyone acted like they'd survived the apocalypse—laughing, crying, hugging. Everyone but Cui Hai, who remained distant and distracted, glancing around like he'd lost his soul.

Before we parted, someone hesitantly asked, "That… thing isn't coming back for us, is it?"

Of course I lied. "No, it's over."

But revenge was inevitable. Still, vengeance has priorities. Cui Hai, who smashed five pups to death, and Liu Ruoyi, who ate their flesh in front of the mother, were at the top of that list.

So I added, "When you get home, drink some realgar wine, and fill your house with durians and stinky tofu. The smell might help mask your scent."

"Will that even work?" someone asked skeptically.

I shrugged. "Believe it or not, that's up to you."

Truth was, those who ate the meat are already marked, like they've got GPS trackers on them. My method was just a temporary fix—a distraction.

After saying our goodbyes, Jiang Shiyu came up to me. "Zhang Dabao, we're going the same way. Come with me."

Before I could respond, Liu Ruoyi stepped forward, fidgeting nervously beside me.

"What is it?" I asked.

She looked at me with big, pleading eyes. "Can I come with you? I'm scared. Will you protect me… please?"

Honestly, this trip was originally about her. I'd once owed her a promise. But after all her cold words and sarcasm, that old warmth in my heart had already faded. Still… when she looked at me like that, some part of me wavered.

It was that strange feeling—like a peasant finally flipping the tables. A fleeting sense of victory, but I shoved it away. I sighed, "Don't worry. That yellow weasel spirit won't come after you yet. But you have to understand—what you did has consequences. You ate her child. Do you think she'll just forget?"

Liu Ruoyi burst into tears. "You said 'not yet'—what about later? What if she comes for me then?"

Her sorrow stirred something inside me. After all, we'd once shared three years of innocent love. I wasn't made of stone.

But in my head, my ancestral master's words echoed:

"Do not interfere with karma."

Yet in this case, the yellow weasel had already marked her with blood. This wasn't going to end without more deaths.

Then she said something that shattered all hesitation.

She took my arm, tears welling up in her eyes. Her face was just as beautiful and pure as I remembered—but I knew, this wasn't the same Liu Ruoyi anymore.

"Dabao… do you know that on the first day of college, I stood at the school gate all alone, clutching my acceptance letter, and waited for you the whole day? The security guard had to call the dean to get me to leave.

"That day, I realized you weren't coming… that you'd broken your promise. I cried, cried so hard. And I hated you. That's why I pushed you away.

"I'm sorry for everything I did to hurt you. But you know what hurt the most? Knowing you might leave me again. That you might watch me die now and still walk away.

"I just want to know—is your heart really made of stone?"

Her words stabbed into me like knives. Everything from the past came rushing back—the promises, the laughter, the innocent blushes of our youth. A pure kind of love, long buried.

Yes, people change. But memories don't. The past is the past, and the emotions we shared were real.

Right then and there, I made my decision.

"If I owe her a wait…I'll repay it with everything I've got."

The ancestral warnings, the threats from the spirit world, the terrifying yellow weasel—it all faded away in that moment.

I couldn't just stand by and watch her die.

I exhaled deeply and said, "Don't worry. Nothing will happen. I'll handle this. Go home and get some rest—sleep peacefully. I'll take care of it."

But Liu Ruoyi kept shaking her head, panicked. "No, no! Dabao… you still blame me, don't you? I was wrong! Please, help me!"