young. It's hard to imagine he's over fifty years old. He calls my dad "Mu family boy," which means he's quite senior. 。"...He said that at midnight tonight, he wanted me to bring my husband for a sec...As a journalism student, I had seen this kind of news on my phone before, but this was my first time experiencing it firsthand.

Across the street, a large truck's tire came off and rolled and bounced over the median.

I screamed and threw myself at Song Wei, and the large tire slammed into the middle-aged woman's back. She was knocked unconscious and sprawled on the road.

I exchanged glances with Song Wei, it was as if a lightbulb had gone off. Was even heaven watching and chuckling

The weight and impact of the large tire are astonishing. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, many people probably wouldn't believe that a single tire could knock someone unconscious.

I suddenly saw the ring on my finger flush a faint red.

Many people around were helping to make phone calls, so I hurriedly pulled Song Wei away from the crowd.

My heart pounded. Others might mistake it for a simple fright, but I knew better—my ring had just flashed red. Was that ghastly specter of a husband at work

How could it be such a coincidence that a large truck passed by, a tire fell off, and it just happened to knock out that middle-aged woman who was acting so aggressively

"Hey, Xiao Qiao, what's this" Song Wei saw the pendant hanging around my neck.

"It's... just an ornament." I lied.

I don't have many friends at school, only Song Wei gets along with me. If she knew my family lived with ghosts all day, she'd probably faint from fright.

"Hmm" She pinched the jade seal and glanced at the bottom, frowning. "What kind of Taibai Emperor Oh no, it should be read as Bei Tai... Emperor"

My whole body trembled. Bai Wu Chang once said I didn't know good from bad, and he also mentioned, "Our Emperor doesn't have much patience." Was this Emperor referring to that ugly ghost, Ming Fu

"How did you recognize these characters" I pressed.

"My dad is a folk calligrapher and teaches calligraphy at a senior university." Song Wei said with a hint of pride, "There's no calligraphy style in the world that I don't recognize."

"Beitadijun, Beitadijun... I feel like I've seen these characters somewhere before."

When I returned to my family's shop, my brother was arguing impatiently with a man. I saw the man put something wrapped in oiled paper on the counter. My brother pushed him out, but he insisted on shoving it inside.

"I don't take this junk, okay!" my brother snapped impatiently.

"You, you how can you not accept This was your father asked me to bring, I started from home before dawn, how do you say no" The man said in dialect.

In their argument, I saw a corner of the oiled paper slip open. Inside was a pair of embroidered women's shoes, with dragons and phoenixes in gold thread, adorned with pearls.

This piece of clothing clearly shows the craftsmanship of a seasoned artisan. Only someone with years of experience could create such exquisite and beautiful garments.

But I felt a strange revulsion. It smelled like the dusty, pungent aroma of the maroon wedding robe my father had brought out that day.

Thinking of my father's bloody face, these happy clothes and embroidered shoes must have been collected when that ghostly face took over his body.

"My dad went back home, you should wait for him to come back and talk then." My brother pushed him and forcefully sent him out the door.

"Dad is going back to find Grandpa" I asked.

"Well, I said to send him back. He doesn't trust you with me here in the shop, so I'll stay and look after things, and take care of you too. Hey, why don't you go cook some dinner, Xiao Qiao"

Who is taking care of whom here

As I was cooking, sleeves rolled up, my brother sidled up to the kitchen door and sniffed, "Smells delicious, too bad your spooky husband's missing out."

"Don't bother me here, go call Dad and see if he's back at the old house."

Now that transportation is so convenient, long-distance buses run on the highway, and it takes only three hours to reach our hometown county. Then, take a private van back to the old house, which takes about four or five hours.

When I carried the dish into the house, my brother was pacing around inside with his phone.

"Damn it!" he suddenly exclaimed.

I was startled and immediately asked, "What's wrong"

"Dad's phone isn't answering, I called the old house, and they said he didn't go back!" My brother gritted his teeth and dialed again.

The phone kept ringing, but no one answered.

Although my dad can be a bit of a playful trickster, he would never joke about safety.

"Ding." My phone buzzed with the sound of a WeChat message received.

I took it out and had a look, it was sent by my dad! He sent me a location.

My brother immediately called him. I also pressed the voice message asking where he was and to pick up the phone quickly.

But he still didn't answer.

Both my brother and I realized something was wrong. My brother put on his jacket and ran out of his room carrying a black backpack.

"I'm coming too!" I chased after him to the garage, ignoring his protests and getting into the passenger seat.

"Dad would definitely kill me if he knew I brought you!" My brother hurriedly started the car.

"I'm scared to die at home, take me with you please." My hands on the safety belt were shaking.

My brother didn't say anything, he floored it and headed to where Dad sent his location.

That place is on the side of a highway over a hundred miles away. It's completely in the opposite direction from our hometown. How could Dad be here!

"Brother, I suspect…" My scalp tingled. "Dad might be controlled by that ghost face We don't notice it when he's normal, but when that ghost face appears on his back—"

"Don't be afraid, Dad won't just sit there and take it. Let's check the surroundings first and then talk."

More than a hundred kilometers, and we got there quickly despite my brother ignoring the fines. The place was littered with parts, and in the distance, a bus lay wrecked as scrap metal.

The traffic officers who stayed at the scene saw us and immediately said, "Are you family members The injured person has been sent to the nearest clinic. Please go and have a look as soon as possible."

He pointed in one direction and told us to take the freeway ahead. Following his directions, we arrived at a town hospital.

This hospital was very small and run-down. It was already packed with people at this time, a nurse was so busy that she was dizzy, shouting at whoever she spoke to.

"May I ask——" I just opened my mouth.

She shouted, "The seriously wounded are on the second floor, the lightly wounded are sitting in the hall, and the dead are in the morgue downstairs! Find them yourself!"

Seeing her so busy, my brother and I exchanged glances and then split up to look for her.

I looked around the lobby for some light injuries, but I didn't see my dad. I wouldn't give up hope, so I checked every department, but he wasn't there.

My brother came down from the second floor, his face gloomy: "No."

The nurse yelled: If not, go to the basement and see!

We reluctantly made our way to the staircase. The stairs leading down to the basement looked old and dark; I really didn't want to go down there.

I'm afraid to see my dad in the basement.

My brother studies medicine, he's used to going into the freezer to see corpses. He patted my shoulder and said, "If you're afraid, just wait here, I'll go take a look."

I nodded, and he quickly left. I heard him talking to someone, and my heart relaxed slightly.

Suddenly, someone patted me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a middle-aged woman. She asked, "Are you Mu Xia Qiao"h killing" is a relatively fierce type of evil energy, with a great impact on the house. Fortunately, this house is rather secluded, with not many vehicles or people passing by usually, so the impact...