False evidence

Chapter 225 Six Lines of an Inauspicious Divination
I tried asking, "Can I say no?"

The other person looked me in the eye and said, "Okay!"

"Ugh……"

Thinking about the unavoidable fate that Fang Ling herself could not prevent, I sighed deeply.

The other person said seriously, "You can make me leave her anytime, anywhere."

I nodded: "You just said you were staying at Gao He's house..."

"I just wanted to tell you that I possessed Fang Ling's body, and the police's righteous qi can't do anything to me. Only in this way will you be patient enough to listen to me finish what I have to say."

"And then what? You don't want to go back to Sister Ling's house, do you?"

The other person shook their head: "I understand what you mean. You won't give me any other choice but to be with you. Because you really treat Fang Ling very well. With me around, you won't let her out of your sight for too long."

I thought for a moment and asked, "Is it because you killed that 'black dog' on the train that you became so decisive and assertive?"

"That's just the beginning. What truly changes a person is experience and the passage of time."

"Um……"

"There's one more thing I need to tell you beforehand."

"Go ahead."

"It was Fang Cheng's father who reported Jiang Baohan back then. I don't think I need to explain why I'm telling you this."

I was somewhat surprised, but not too surprised.

I didn't experience that era, but human nature—it seems—always leans towards one's own interests first.

And Fang Ling...

That's right, it's Fang Ling. I can only choose one name to avoid making myself more confused.

Fang Ling told me this because she wanted to say that, given the terrible suffering she had endured, she absolutely had reason to hate a fourth, or even a fifth or sixth person, but she only hated three.

This was her way of assuring me again that she wouldn't harm Fang Ling.

……

Fang Ling moved into my house that very day.

Meanwhile, Fangjia Pet Clinic has also officially resumed operations.

It really does snow heavily in the south, the really heavy kind.

Like now.

Fang Ling sat behind the counter, looking at a tattered book that she didn't know where it came from.

I stroked the dog's head while staring blankly at the swirling snowflakes outside through the glass window.

This reminds me of winters back home.

Actually, I called my grandfather a few more times after that, but I only managed to contact him once through Erpang's cell phone from the same village.

I told him I'd go back this year, and he said, "You're covered in shit now, what are you going to do coming back?"

I told him to come over, and he said he's covered in shit right now, what's the point of him coming over?

I couldn't help but ask him, "How did you know I had a pile of 'shit' on my butt? And what exactly happened with the ghost hand...?"

Before I could finish speaking, the phone call was disconnected.

I've known this old man for over twenty years, how come I never realized he had so many 'bad ideas' hidden inside?

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Fang Ling asked me, putting down her book.

I'm a little homesick.

After these days, Fang Ling and I have basically returned to our old lifestyle at the clinic.

"Want to know about your grandfather's health? Tell me, what's his name?"

As Fang Ling spoke, she opened a drawer and took out several items.

I was taken aback.

Isn't this the tortoise shell and three ancient coins I asked Yan Fengwei for last time?

"I took this from your drawer to play with. Tell me your grandpa's real name, and I'll tell you how he's doing these days." "He doesn't like to tell people his name." I realized, "You can tell fortunes?"

I only know how to read faces, and I think I've improved a bit recently.

I don't know how to tell fortunes.

Last time, I was so angry when I first heard the name Ji Jianjun, which was related to my fate, that I asked someone to do a divination.

Fang Ling smiled slightly: "You think men only use sweet words to deceive women? If that were the case, then that person wouldn't be that person. He taught me some things... I'm just passing by, so I'll do some calculations for you."

Someone... Lü Xin.

Since that day when I had a face-to-face conversation with Tong Jiawen, it's as if we've made an agreement to only use 'someone' to refer to his or her name.

However, perhaps nothing bad has happened lately; or perhaps, they were scared off by the wolf mark on my back.

In short, that person has not appeared since that day when he challenged the venue.

If I remember correctly, someone died tragically because of this evil wolf.

Fang Ling was also extremely bored. Since I refused to say my grandfather's name, she put the ancient coins into the tortoise shell and shook it with both hands.

Several times in a row, she looked at the copper coins lying on the table, and her face suddenly changed: "Oh no!"

"What's wrong?" I had never seen her so startled before.

She didn't say anything, but hurriedly picked up the tattered book and started flipping through it.

This time I noticed that it was a book on divination and fortune telling.

Seeing her tense expression, I was about to walk over when Shuanzhu suddenly called out twice.

Looking towards the sound, I saw a cardboard box outside the door. A disheveled figure was hurrying away.

I recognized the figure from behind, opened the door, and brought the cardboard box inside.

Opening the cardboard box, inside was a tiny black puppy, barely a month old.

Seeing the little dog with a small cloth bag tied around its neck, I was both amused and exasperated—this Jiang Cloth Bag really does bring any cats and dogs it finds here.

I picked up the puppy, looked at it for a moment, took off the cloth bag, and threw it directly to Shuanzhu: "If you warm it up, it won't die."

Jiang Budai once said that he would not accept favors for nothing. The cloth bag around the puppy's neck was his payment for treating my cats and dogs.

Seeing that Fang Ling was still frowning and flipping through the book, I opened the cloth bag first.

Inside was a small gourd, barely larger than the tip of a thumb, and a roll of divination paper.

"Can the 'diviner' interpret the Cloth Bag Divination?"

I casually stuffed the small gourd into my pocket, teasing Fang Ling as I unfolded the fortune slip.

The inscription read: "A single-seed gourd holds a wandering spirit; to borrow a lifespan in the underworld, the spirit must grant permission; remember—permission is required!"
The literal meaning is not difficult to understand.

Borrowing the lifespan of the underworld... the lifespan of the underworld...

My temples throbbed, and I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Just as she took out her phone, Fang Ling stood up: "Xiao Fan is going to die!"

"Om..."

The phone vibrated at the same time.

I answered the phone, grabbed my car keys, and rushed out the door.

"Hospital! Go to the hospital... Xiao Fan is dying..." Pi Dan's mother cried out in the receiver.

My eyes were practically bleeding from staring so hard. I stumbled and slipped twice in just a few steps.

As soon as he got into the car and his trembling hands inserted the key, Fang Ling suddenly jumped into the passenger seat:
"To the cemetery!"

"You know what..."

"Go to the cemetery!" She slammed a yellow slip of paper onto the dashboard in front of me; it was the very same fortune slip I had hastily dropped. "Borrowing lifespan in the underworld means going to the cemetery! Otherwise, where are you going to find ghosts?"

Fang Ling gripped my hand that was holding the key, panting as she said:

"Calm down, calm down! Listen to me. Xiao Fan has twelve hours left. If she can't borrow Yin Life Force, I... I'll give her... give her a portion."

(End of this chapter)