Chapter 27: What’s Going On?

Shui Miao was confident that his Yin-Yang Five Elements Kung Fu had already surpassed his grandfather’s.

At this critical moment, it was precisely the time for him to step forward.

He ran to the edge of the pond and saw the bubbling black wastewater inside, but he showed no fear. Just like his grandfather, he gathered his energy in his hand and plunged it straight into the pond…

Xiong Ying and Wang Yong were too preoccupied to notice Shui Miao.

When Shui Miao grabbed downward, his heart suddenly jolted—what was this? Instinctively, it felt like something tall and soft, with elasticity. He touched around again and found another similar object. What could this be? Shui Miao continued to feel around until he gradually sensed a vague outline, scaring him so much that he immediately pulled his hand back!

“How could this be!?”

Shui Miao was shocked. Although he had never touched a woman before, the sensation felt exactly like there was an unclothed woman lying inside the pond—he had touched both the upper and lower parts…

How shameless!!

Shui Miao scolded himself inwardly. An image of a woman surfaced in his mind, and the feeling from the touch seemed deeply etched into his brain, impossible to shake off. Yet he was certain there couldn’t possibly be a living woman in the pond, let alone a female corpse, or even a sculpture or model, because whatever it was had moved.

Shui Miao could clearly sense a woman’s body writhing in the water.

Perhaps it really was a female ghost!?

To confirm, Shui Miao stopped channeling his energy and directly plunged his hand into the water. This time, he touched nothing but debris.

“I can’t hold on much longer, Shui Miao! Come help!!”

Wang Yong shouted desperately—he was indeed nearing total exhaustion.

“Damn it, no time to think anymore!”

Shui Miao clenched his fist and quickly stood up, but he realized that just touching around wouldn’t kill the ghost. Even if he punched it, ghosts weren’t living beings, so whether it could be killed or not was unknown. He needed a tool. Looking around, Shui Miao couldn’t find anything useful, but suddenly remembered the red bag on him containing the ginger king—maybe it could help?

“Crack!”

Suddenly, a sharp sound rang out—Wang Yong’s peachwood sword had broken.

Seeing this, Shui Miao no longer hesitated and quickly plunged the red bag straight into the water. This time, in his urgency, he forgot to channel his energy. Feeling nothing, he suddenly realized his mistake and quickly began to gather his energy on the spot. Yet at that moment, Shui Miao noticed that the ghostly winds around had stopped, and the water had ceased bubbling. While channeling his energy, he still felt nothing.

“Finally killed her!”

Xiong Ying exhaled in relief and withdrew his hand.

Shui Miao paused, then also pulled his hand out, looking at the red bag in his hand and immediately regretting it—this was 50,000 yuan! How could he have been so stupid? The ghost was clearly nearing defeat, yet he still threw the bag into the water, literally throwing money away.

But the next moment, Shui Miao’s eyes shifted, and he quickly looked upstairs, seeing only Sun Jijun, but not Sun Jihong.

Thankfully, Sun Jihong hadn’t seen anything. Shui Miao quickly took the bag into a room, turned on the tap, rinsed off the dirt, dried it off, and then put it back into his pocket.

Everything returned to calm.

But Shui Miao felt the calm came too quickly, as if the matter hadn’t truly ended yet.

Outside, Wang Yong tossed the broken peachwood sword aside, wiped the grime from his face, and quietly asked Xiong Ying, “Godfather, was it destroyed?”

“Destroyed. I kept my grip on her neck until I felt her soul scatter.”

Xiong Ying was also exhausted.

“Glad it’s over, glad it’s over!”

Wang Yong hurried into the house to wash his face with clean water.

Xiong Ying’s clothes were also soaked and dirtied, so he followed to wash up. Sun Jijun came running down from upstairs. Upon hearing the news that the ghost had been destroyed, he was overjoyed and immediately rushed upstairs to share the good news with Sun Jihong. However, Sun Jihong couldn’t seem to feel happy—somehow, his fear had only grown.

Witnessing the intense battle earlier, Sun Jijun temporarily changed his mind and decided not to scheme against Xiong Ying and Wang Yong anymore. That 200,000 yuan was rightfully theirs, earned at the cost of their lives—he couldn’t bear to do such a dishonorable thing.

Not only that, but Sun Jijun also decided to treat everyone to a grand feast.

Moreover, red envelopes were given to every worker who came today.

The following events proceeded smoothly: excavators arrived, removed the pond, and workers built a new circular one. By 3 PM, the entire villa had been renovated—every weed was gone, walls freshly painted. By sunset, all the work was completed, except for buying new furniture and moving in.

Sun Jijun treated everyone to dinner.

After dinner, Sun Jijun, accompanied by five or six bodyguards, returned to the villa with Shui Miao and the others. As agreed, everyone had to stay overnight to confirm everything was safe before the matter could be considered resolved.

With many people around, it was lively—four per table, playing cards.

With the ghost destroyed, Xiong Ying and Wang Yong were relaxed and enjoying themselves, everyone shouting and laughing joyfully.

However, Shui Miao was quite troubled…

At the villa’s main entrance, Shui Miao waved his hand in frustration: “No way, no way, Brother Jihong. We agreed on ten thousand, yet you’re only giving me three thousand—how can this be acceptable?”

“Brother Shui, I really have no choice. My older brother won’t give me the money anymore,” Sun Jihong looked distressed. In theory, with the ghost destroyed, he should have been happy, but his fear hadn’t faded—it had actually increased. “Oh, I see you don’t have a phone. How about I give you a couple of phones as collateral?”

“Phones are worth so little!” Shui Miao looked unwilling.

Sun Jihong quickly replied, “These are brand new Nuts smartphones, worth six thousand each brand new. How about I give you two?”

“Fine, I guess I have no choice. Bring them over so I can take a look.” Shui Miao was tempted—two phones meant one for him and one for his younger sister, Chenxiang.

“Great!”

Sun Jihong had already prepared them, keeping the phones in his older brother’s car.

Sun Jihong opened the car door and handed two phone boxes to Shui Miao.

Shui Miao opened the boxes and saw that the phones were indeed nice and brand new. Testing them by dialing numbers, he found they worked. Happy, he handed the red bag to Sun Jihong and whispered, “This ginger king is powerful—you must keep it safe, never lose it.”

“Of course, I’ll carry it with me at all times.”

Sun Jihong was delighted as he took the bag, and was about to open it when Shui Miao stopped him, “Better not to open it—it contains positive energy. Once opened, the positive energy will dissipate.”

“Oh!”

Sun Jihong nodded quickly and put the bag on himself.

At that moment, the wind suddenly picked up outside…

Just moments ago, the moon was bright in the sky, but now clouds had quickly covered the stars. Shui Miao and Sun Jihong hurried back inside. Shui Miao, ignoring Sun Jihong, went off to one side to figure out how to use the phone. Meanwhile, Sun Jihong approached Sun Jijun, who was playing cards, and said, “Brother, it’s going to rain outside. I want to go back to sleep. I won’t stay here with you. Can I take the car back?”

“Alright, be careful.”

Sun Jijun casually handed him the car keys.

Sun Jihong took the keys and walked out, but soon returned. He went directly to Shui Miao, squatted down, and stared intently at him. Startled, Shui Miao quickly asked, “What? You’re not going back on the deal, right? These phones are pretty good. At most, I’ll just forget about the remaining money.”

“It’s not about the money,” Sun Jihong emotionlessly shook his head.

Shui Miao blinked, “Then what is it? Don’t tell me you’re scared to walk at night and want me to accompany you back?”

“No.”

Sun Jihong shook his head again. “I came back to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” Shui Miao was puzzled. This Sun Jihong acted like such a polite Japanese person—why not just give more money instead of all this formality?

“Thank you for helping me. After tomorrow, we’ll never meet again.” Sun Jihong gently raised his hand. “May I touch you?”

“What the heck!?”

Shui Miao almost jumped up—Sun Jihong was acting like a gay man!

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine…” A hint of disappointment appeared on Sun Jihong’s face. He paused, then softly said, “I still owe you 40,000 yuan. You can collect it from my relatives’ house. I’ve already called them—they live at Shen Weimin’s house in Group 4, Jiuzao Village.”

“Uh…”

Shui Miao was stunned. Just now, Sun Jihong had said he couldn’t get the money—how could he suddenly have a solution?

“I’m leaving now…”

Sun Jihong looked at Shui Miao with reluctance before standing up and walking away.

Damn! He really is a gay guy!

Shui Miao felt a chill run through him. Could this guy have wanted to take advantage of him but couldn’t find a way, so he deliberately lured him to that remote place for some ill intentions?

“Strange, just now Jihong said it was going to rain, but outside it’s full of stars—where’s the sign of rain?”

At that moment, a bodyguard who had gone out to relieve himself muttered as he returned.

“No rain?”

Shui Miao’s heart stirred—how could that be? He quickly grabbed his phone and ran to the door, looking up. Indeed, the sky was full of stars, and the full moon was especially round!