Chapter 148: Blind Granny? I’ll Make You a Dead Granny

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..... As the old woman entered the frame, Lu Ding immediately saw she wasn’t just an ordinary person. As for whether there was anything wrong with that bowl of medicine, that was unclear. Dong Wenrui’s grandmother took the medicine bowl and drank from it on the side. Blind Granny sat down on a small stool. Dong Wenrui held up her phone and said to the girl beside her, “Lili, look, this is Blind Granny. While we’ve been away from home these past few days, she’s been the one brewing medicine for Grandma.” The girl on the other end sweetly greeted Blind Granny. “We’re all neighbors. It’s only right to take care of each other.” The old woman spoke as she placed a wooden tablet on her knees. Then she said, “Ay, I’m old now, worked a few days and now my hands are shaking, and my eyes can’t see clearly anymore.” Lu Ding looked at the dark wooden tablet on the old woman’s knees. He was suspicious—what was she trying to do? “Blind Granny, I saw you carving this a few days ago when I came back. What is it?” Dong Wenrui asked curiously. Blind Granny explained, “It’s a spirit memorial tablet. My old brother’s family had an accident, there was an earthquake, and the whole family died.” “He helped me a lot in the past, so I thought I’d do what I can for them.” Old brother? Earthquake? The whole family died? Lu Ding frowned as he listened. What a coincidence???? Before Dong Wenrui in the video could respond— The old woman continued, “Xiao Dong, my hands are shaking too badly. Why don’t you help me carve it, okay?” “Me?” Dong Wenrui looked a little torn. Carving a spirit tablet for a stranger… this… And she had just been through what happened at the Dinghao Complex in Yunhai. She was afraid of running into something like that again. That’s why she came back to her hometown. And now you want her to carve a spirit tablet? But flat-out refusing—Dong Wenrui couldn’t bring herself to say it. After all, while her parents weren’t here, it was Blind Granny who had been taking care of Grandma and brewing her medicine… She was getting more and more conflicted. Seeing she hadn’t responded for a while, the old woman sighed and said, “It’s alright, it’s alright, I can do it myself.” “I’m sorry, Blind Granny, it’s not that I don’t want to help, I’m just scared……” “It’s alright, good child, you’re a filial one.” The old woman said this as she carved twice more, then picked it up and looked at it. “How about this then, child? You write a few characters on it for me, and I’ll carve by following the writing. My hands are shaking now—if I don’t follow the words, I’m afraid I’ll mess it up.” Carving a spirit tablet—Dong Wenrui didn’t dare. But writing a few words, she could handle that. Mainly because she had just refused Blind Granny once. Refusing her a second time would be a bit heartless. “No problem, Blind Granny. I’ll write it for you. Just tell me what to write.” Lu Ding watched and sneered. Dead old hag. Knows how to use psychology and the Art of War. This whole act she was putting on now was straight out of a psychological tactic called the Broken House Effect. It’s like saying—there’s a completely sealed house with no light, and you suggest, “Hey, let’s open a window.” Someone’s bound to oppose you. But if you start by yelling: “Dmn it, it’s pitch black in here! Sht, is this a place for humans? Feels like a coffin—we need to tear the roof off!” Then someone will try to talk you down. “How about we just open a window? No need to rip off the roof.” This is also what Sun Tzu said: “Aim for the highest and you’ll get the middle, aim for the middle and you’ll get the lowest, aim for the lowest and you’ll get nothing.” It makes people back down on their own. “These old farts—each one’s more scheming than the last.” Just look at Dong Wenrui’s “genius” little eyes—running into this old woman was the end of her. Then the old woman on screen said, “Just write: Spirit Tablet of Ye Li from Heishan Village. Then write the birth date and time next to it… and the date of death……” Lu Ding narrowed his eyes as he listened. As expected, there’s no such thing as coincidence in this world. This was obviously the same case!! That d*mn old hag was using this sinister spell to go against me, huh?! A dark wood tablet, a stranger writing the words—that spell came from Zhenla. It’s called “Boiling Life to Raise Ghosts”! In simple terms: you find two people with similar fates, ideally a man and a woman—one yin, one yang, one alive, one dead. One writes the spirit tablet for the other. Then the spell is activated. Because their fates are similar, the living person’s fate attracts the dead one’s. Ye Li was already dead beyond recovery. There’s no chance of him coming back to life. But fate is something given by the heavens—the stronger the fate, the harder it is to completely erase. If you find a similar fate, they’ll attract each other. That way, the residual fate of the deceased can latch onto the living person’s body. In exchange, the living person gives up a portion of their lifespan. Once the spell activates, the fates of the living and dead merge, turning the person into a half-alive, half-dead thing. This process is “Boiling Life to Raise Ghosts.” The stronger the person’s fate, the longer they last, and the fiercer the ghost that’s created. The weaker the fate, the shorter the time, and the result is just a little lackey, a small fry. Lu Ding had glanced at Ye Li’s birth date and time while going through the files earlier. One look, and he could tell it was fake. Completely unremarkable. But now, hearing what this old woman said—it was something else entirely. Then Lu Ding thought again about Dong Wenrui. That girl had a freakishly strong fate. There were so many places in Yunhai she could’ve gone, and she just happened to go to Dinghao Complex. And the first day she went, something happened. She was targeted by a monster. Even tracked down to her home. And she held out until Lu Ding arrived. That’s what a strong fate is—but it also attracts disaster. Whether in Yunhai or back in her hometown, she keeps running into these messes. In the footage, Dong Wenrui started doing the math. She said with some surprise, “So young!!” Blind Granny sounded a bit emotional: “Yeah, gone so young. It’s not worth it. I won’t live much longer either, so I’m just doing what little I can for them now.” At this point, Lu Ding had pretty much figured out who she was. Earlier intel said that Ye Chengfeng had once harbored foreign Cultivators of Qi and helped them escape. It seemed this old woman was likely the one. Zhenla’s dark arts, plus that talk of "a favor owed"—it all lined up. “Not live much longer?” “Sounds to me like you’re just one foot in the grave.” “Perfect. I’ll do what little I can too. Just wait—I’ll come find you tonight!” “Blind Granny, I’ll turn you into Dead Granny. In a few days, you’ll be Stinky Granny. Then Rotten Granny.” Lu Ding muttered silently to himself. His phone vibrated. He picked it up and looked. The message showed that Dong Wenrui’s GPS location was in Longyang, Dongshan Village. That worked out nicely for Lu Ding. He’d originally planned to notify the nearby 749 Bureau team to check it out while he went to deliver the flower petal, then head straight to Yunmeng afterward. But now, plans had changed. He’d still deliver the flower petal—but that dead old hag, she had to go too!! Once he got off at Longyang, he’d deliver the petal first, then fly straight over and smash that undead hag into the ground. Like he said before: Ye Li could not be brought back to life. But just in case—just to guard against any freak accident… Any signs that shouldn’t exist had to be crushed in the cradle.

Chapter 148: Blind Granny? I’ll Make You a Dead Granny

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