Su Qingyue stroked her beard, "This Daoist never speaks falsehoods. There were indeed several female ghosts in this residence, however, one particularly malicious ghost who had thrown herself into a well was consumed by resentment and had already devoured the other spirits. Now only a red-dressed fierce ghost remains."
Her words seemed to seal the lips of the crowd, and no one had anything further to say about the multiple ghosts.
Su Qingyue pointed at Old Zheng, "Elder, your eyes are dull, and your forehead is darkened. You've run into a great deal of misfortune lately, haven't you?"
Old Zheng hastily agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, Daoist, these past few days I've either stumbled while walking or lost money. I went out and forgot to lock the door, and my house was even visited by thieves..." He rattled on about his string of misfortunes, sighing heavily with each event.
Su Qingyue made a quick calculation with her fingers, "Not good!"
Old Zheng was startled, "What's not good?"
