After returning from my cultivation journey, I built a farm through fortune telling.

Chapter 142

Mr. Zhang started squeezing toothpaste and brushing his teeth, hurriedly tidying himself up, trying not to make too much noise so as not to disturb any potential "uninvited guests".

They tiptoed out of the house. Mr. Zhang even left the door open for a moment, whispering, "Uncle Li...you should go home now! Go home..."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and Zhang's parents got goosebumps. They immediately closed the door and ran away. They had no appetite for breakfast at home today, leaving Zhang Yu alone to sleep.

When Zhang Yu woke up, the sky was not falling.

On the contrary, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang felt like the sky had fallen when they got home!
The May Day holiday is just around the corner, and the weather in Yangcheng has already started to get hot, but when I got home today, it was chilly. Of course, it could also be psychological.

But the couple subconsciously believed that Mr. Li had not left.

—You old man, your home is right downstairs, what kind of behavior is it for you to stay at someone else's house instead of going home!
"Xiaoyu? Zhang Yu?"

Seeing that the living room light was still on, Zhang's mother assumed Zhang Yu was home and called out, but no one responded after several calls. Then she noticed that the light in their master bedroom was also on and muttered, "Is the child home or did he forget to turn off the light when he went out—my goodness, Xiao Yu? Why are you still asleep? My goodness, have you slept all day? Wake up, wake up!"

"Mom?" Zhang Yu opened his eyes groggily. "Go to work. I don't have class today. I'm going to sleep a little longer!"

"Mom's off work! Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? You've been sleeping all day!"

"Really?" Zhang Yu yawned, his hangover breath almost making his mother faint. She was about to tell him to brush his teeth when she heard his father's voice—

"Oh dear! Oh dear!"

Mr. Zhang was in the living room, slapping his thigh repeatedly, his face full of heartache: "My white porcelain vase! How could it be broken!"

Zhang's mother quickly came out: "It's broken, so be it. It's fake anyway."

"You keep saying it's fake, it's fake. Why don't you just believe it's real?"

Mr. Zhang said irritably that he had been obsessed with antiques for a while and had bought a lot of fakes. This white porcelain vase was the one that had ripped him off the most, costing him a whopping six figures!

But he refused to accept this fact. As long as he firmly believed that the white porcelain vase was an antique, as long as it was kept at home, and as long as he didn't take it out to sell, then it was genuine!

It is a genuine antique white porcelain vase worth six figures!

—What else can we do? Only by thinking like this can we stop feeling so heartbroken!
That damned, heartless dealer! He deserves a year's worth of hard-earned money in compensation!

Now look what happened, it's broken!
The 100,000 yuan has completely gone down the drain!
"Uncle Li, you bastard!"

Mr. Zhang is now blaming Mr. Li for every little thing that happens at home. He doesn't care about being afraid anymore and starts cursing at thin air!
"A fake is a fake, and a fake can never become real! Something's not right!" Zhang's mother realized something was wrong: "So many things in the house are broken!" Cups, vases, and even many bowls in the kitchen were broken!

This Uncle Li!
Mrs. Zhang was a little angry. It was one thing for you to be disliked when you were alive, but how could you come to cause trouble in someone's home after you're dead!

She asked Zhang Yu, "You were home all day, didn't you hear a single sound?"

Zhang Yu scratched his head: "I vaguely heard it, but I didn't pay attention."

Just then, a sudden gust of wind arose, and the only glass coffee table left in Zhang Yu's house suddenly tilted, but it wouldn't fall over, as if the person trying to overturn the table didn't have enough strength.

Mr. Zhang quickly pressed down on it, utterly exasperated: "Uncle Li, are you trying to tear our house down?"

Zhang Yu's scattered consciousness returned completely. Damn it, he had forgotten about this!
He quickly pulled out his phone and called Bai Chen: "Brother Chen, help me!!!"

Zhang's mother immediately took out several triangular talismans from her bag, gave one to Zhang's father, kept one for herself, and stuffed the last one into Zhang Yu's hand.

She said to the air, "Uncle Li, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, go find Xiaopeng. We can't help you with that!"

Perhaps it was a coincidence, but footsteps suddenly came from the stairs, and Zhang Peng's wife, Chen Li's voice came from the doorway: "Sister Ting? Brother Feng? You're finally back! There's been a lot of banging and clanging in your house since dusk, and no one answered the door when I knocked. Did you get a dog? Is it destroying the house? Are you alright?"

Chen Li just stood at the door talking and didn't go inside. That's their custom here. If there's a funeral in your family, you can't go to someone else's house. If you're particular about these things, you can't even stand at the door.

Mr. Zhang said, "There's no dog, your father-in-law is the real dog! You've come at the right time! Take your old man home. Uncle Li, if you have any unfinished business, go back and tell Xiaoli. What kind of business is it to come to my house like this!"

Zhang Li: ? ? ?
Her expression turned somewhat unpleasant: "Brother Feng, you know my father-in-law just passed away, what do you mean by saying this?"

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang didn't know what to say, since they were guessing based on what Zhang Yu said and the strange things they felt, and they hadn't seen Uncle Li in person!

"Xiaoli, come in here. Uncle Li, flip this table over again!"

Mr. Zhang said to Chen Li, who originally really didn't want to come in. She was worried that if something bad happened to Zhang Yu's family this year, they would blame her and say that she brought bad luck into their family!

But Mr. Zhang insisted that she come in, staring at the coffee table for a long time, but there was no movement at all.

Mr. Zhang remained silent.

Who says ghosts and humans are different? Even if a human becomes a ghost, those who should be afraid will still be afraid!
(End of this chapter)