The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 64

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Yu Yuan, who had been hesitating, immediately became resolute in her thoughts.

It was rare to encounter an old man with such a bad temper—he was indeed her master.

But hadn't she transmigrated? How could she still see her master alive?

"You, you! What can I say about you!" The old man puffed his beard and glared at her, so angry his whole body was shaking. "Since you were a kid, this lazy attitude of yours has never changed! You said you'd send those ghosts down earlier, where are they?!"

When he brought up the ghosts, the old man got even angrier.

After the few ghosts were brought back to the Taoist temple, they stayed put and hadn't moved. But his little apprentice had forgotten about them! Now those ghosts were enduring the golden light from his ancestor's statue, cowering in the corner of the wall.

He had thought that after so many years, his little apprentice would at least have grown up and become more reliable. But, no progress at all!

Yu Yuan rubbed her nose, obediently listening to the scolding.

When the old man mentioned the ghosts, she couldn't help but speak up, "I plan to send them down tomorrow. I didn't have time today."

"No time?" The old man blew up, "You don't have time? Do you know how long I've been working overtime?"

The ghosts from the mountain city had finally come down, and he had waited for an entire day, only to get a big disappointment!

"O-over... overtime?" Yu Yuan didn't understand her master's point. "Does the underworld need labor reform now?"

When her master was alive, he had been a master of metaphysics, and it hadn't even been ten years since his death. There was no way he should've fallen so low.

The old man was about to shout, but suddenly a door appeared in the darkness behind him. As the door opened, a familiar face appeared in the doorway.

The person was about eighteen or nineteen, with a gentle and composed air. Upon seeing Yu Yuan, he froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up with surprise. "Senior sister? Is it really you?!"

"Junior brother?" Yu Yuan frowned.

Wasn't her master giving her a dream message? How could the junior brother be here too?

The key thing was that she had only transmigrated less than a week ago, yet the junior brother seemed to have grown four or five years older overnight. He used to be about the same height as her, but now he was taller than her by a whole head.

"Master, what's going on?"

The old man motioned for his nephew to wait and shook his head at Yu Yuan. "This is a long story. First, go bring down those souls, and the little apprentice you just took in—bring him along too. Once you're done, I'll explain everything."

Yu Yuan opened her mouth, and the surrounding darkness slowly faded. Her master and junior brother's figures, like ink dissolving in water, merged with the shadows in the blink of an eye.

Moonlight streamed through the window, stretching its shadow across the floor.

Yu Yuan opened her eyes, blankly staring for half a minute, before getting up to find Zhou Yu.

It was 2:30 a.m. Zhou Yu put down his keyboard, feeling like a satisfied little hamster after a big meal, and climbed into bed. Just as he lay down, his back muscles hadn't even had time to relax when a rhythmic "tap tap" sound came from the door.

Through the door, the voice of his master wasn't very clear. "Zhou Yu, are you asleep? I'm taking you to meet your grandmaster and master uncle."

Zhou Yu immediately jumped out of bed, any remaining sleepiness disappearing without a trace.

His master was going to take him to meet his master and uncle? That was like tacitly recognizing him!

He bounced off the bed, "Coming, Master!"

Half a minute later, Zhou Yu stared in shock at the heavy bronze door that suddenly appeared in front of him, a chill creeping up his spine.

The marks on the bronze door were strange, appearing as if something had worn it down. The door was thick and black, with no ring or handle, standing there tightly shut, exuding an indescribable, gloomy aura.

Of course, that wasn't the most important thing. The important part was that just moments ago, two thin, bony hands had reached out from the gap in the door. Before the "person" behind the door could crawl out, something unknown had yanked them back, leaving only the two arms outside the door.

Stealing a glance at her silent master beside her, Zhou Yu quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

With just these two arms in the yard, quietly dealt with... I wonder if the police will come knocking...

"Creek..."

A sudden sound of rusted door hinges turning broke the silence in the small courtyard. Zhou Yu looked over cautiously and saw the bronze door in front of him crack open. A figure wearing a white pointed hat squeezed out through the gap. The figure swiftly kicked the two severed hands back into the door and then respectfully bowed to Yu Yuan, smiling as he waved at Zhou Yu.

"Apologies for the wait, young friends. Master Qing has sent me to escort you both down. Please, follow me."

The man was dressed entirely in white, and the pointed hat he wore had "Get Rich at First Sight" written on it. His skin had an unnatural pale greenish hue, and his grin stretched almost to the back of his ears, looking eerily similar to the white impermanence (bai wuchang) from TV dramas.

As he spoke, he gestured for them to follow.

Master Qing... Yu Yuan's master was named Yu Qing. Yu Yuan took a step forward, but the hem of her robe was caught by Zhou Yu.

"Master..." Zhou Yu felt like his voice was trembling uncontrollably, "He said 'down'—down where?"

"To the underworld," Yu Yuan turned her face with some surprise in her eyes. "You didn't think your grandmaster was still alive, did you?"

Zhou Yu: "..."

Wasn't it weird if he were still alive?

He never expected his first meeting with his master's ancestor to be so intense. Trembling, he followed Yu Yuan through the gate. The moment they entered, a narrow, grassy path appeared before them.

The white impermanence could tell that Zhou Yu was just an ordinary person with a bit more yin energy, but since he was the grand-disciple of Master Qing, he smiled reassuringly. "Don't be afraid, young friend. This is the Yellow Spring Road. There are plenty of spirits, but with me here, none of the wandering souls dare come near."

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