Chapter 98: The Grand Commander of Eight Hundred Thousand Phantom Soldiers

My Years in the Funeral Industry A Tale of the South 2281 words 2026-04-13 16:40:58

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A fierce spirit possessed her, leaving her soul restless and her body unguarded.

Xu Yiling’s condition had fortunately been discovered early.

Had it been even one day later, her death would have been certain.

“Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang...”

Perhaps because of my young age, Xu Nan’s way of addressing me sounded awkward.

Seeing the situation, I quickly waved my hand and smiled, saying, “Aunt Xu, just call me Jiang Huai.”

“Aunt Xu! What exactly happened to Xu Yiling? How... how did she get possessed by a ghost?”

Xu Nan was a university professor. When Song Zhong was still deeply immersed in academic research, he had once consulted Xu Nan on some matters.

But who would have expected that our next encounter would be under such circumstances.

Upon hearing Song Zhong’s question, tears welled up at the corner of Xu Nan’s eyes. She shook her head helplessly and told us that she had no idea what was happening to her daughter.

She blamed herself for being so caught up in work that she neglected her daughter’s care.

Three days ago, when she came home from work, she found Xu Yiling miraculously sitting quietly in her own room.

Although she was a professor, educating her daughter had always been a challenge.

Since the child had grown up without a father, as a mother she felt she owed her daughter in some ways and had always been overly indulgent, yielding to many of her wishes.

But this boundless pampering had made Xu Yiling very rebellious.

Whenever Xu Nan criticized her even slightly, Xu Yiling would slam the door and run out, sometimes disappearing overnight without a trace.

Xu Nan had tried more than once to talk to her, hoping she would change, patiently and earnestly pleading again and again.

Yet Xu Yiling never listened and continued to do as she pleased.

Usually, after school, Xu Nan never saw her daughter come home so early. Xu Yiling would always stay at the internet café until midnight, and more than once Xu Nan had to go there to bring her home.

So, when she saw Xu Yiling at home that day, Xu Nan felt quite happy.

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She had even specially cooked two dishes that Xu Yiling liked, but when she called her to come eat, she immediately sensed something was wrong.

According to Xu Nan, Xu Yiling was holding an old, yellowed photograph in her hand—a picture of a woman dressed in traditional opera costume.

Xu Nan called her twice, but Xu Yiling did not respond, only staring fixedly at the photo.

Xu Nan casually took the photo and placed it on the table. At that moment, Xu Yiling suddenly let out a strange scream and grabbed Xu Nan’s arm.

Xu Nan said it wasn’t a sound any human could make. She saw Xu Yiling’s mouth contort, drooling, her eyes wildly rolling, and her pupils completely gone.

Xu Nan tried to break free, but Xu Yiling was incredibly strong.

She turned to Xu Nan and spoke each word deliberately: “I... still... I... die...”

Xu Nan had never experienced anything like this before.

Frightened, she immediately put the photo back on the table.

Strangely, after seeing the photo, Xu Yiling relaxed her grip and then, as if it were a precious treasure, held the photo tenderly in her hands.

At this point, Xu Nan swallowed hard, clasped her hands tightly, and anxiously looked at me and Song Zhong, asking, “Little Song... Jiang Huai... is my daughter really going to be okay?”

Biting her lip, she continued, “Why... why would my daughter be possessed by an evil spirit? Do ghosts really exist in this world?”

In truth, just like humans, spirits too have their good and evil sides.

Song Zhong could not answer Xu Nan’s question. I blinked and said, “Aunt Xu, she’s safe for now. But to completely resolve what’s happening to her, we need to find out what exactly happened to her, what she encountered.”

I pointed to the Ba Gua mirror hanging on Xu Yiling’s door and said, “You must have had someone look into this before.”

Aunt Xu nodded. Of course, after something like this, she knew it wasn’t just an illness.

Though she usually didn’t believe in such things, now she was desperate enough to try anything.

She had invited someone claiming to be a master, who set up various talismans and said the problem was solved before demanding payment.

Xu Nan, not knowing much, paid without hesitation but was, of course, cheated.

Still, that master had some knowledge. The items he set up couldn’t exorcise the malevolent spirit, but they did help suppress it, preventing it from leaving the room.

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Just when Xu Nan was at her wit’s end, Principal Liu happened to contact her for something. Upon learning of Xu Nan’s situation, Principal Liu immediately thought of me.

That is how we came to meet now.

“Jiang Huai, what do we do next?” Song Zhong asked anxiously, looking at me.

I stood up, smiling awkwardly at Aunt Xu, then pulled Song Zhong to the balcony.

“At a time like this, why bring me to the balcony?” Song Zhong asked, puzzled.

“Don’t rush. Zhong, do you have a thing for the young lady?” I teased.

“What are you talking about! You’re so young, what’s on your mind all day?” Song Zhong rolled his eyes at me.

I shrugged with a look of disdain and said, “Then why the hurry? When a malevolent spirit clings to someone, impatience can cost more than one life.”

Song Zhong was about to speak, but I raised my hand to stop him. “No matter what I say or do next, just follow along. Don’t say too much in front of Aunt Xu, understand?”

Though confused, Song Zhong nodded.

Just then, my eyes suddenly lit up and I asked, “By the way, Zhong, why do those veteran security guards call you the ‘Instructor’?”

“Can I not answer that?” he replied.

I said seriously, “Absolutely not!”

Then with a grin, I added, “If you don’t tell me, I won’t teach you anymore.”

Song Zhong gave me a look of exasperation and said, “I thought I could exorcise spirits and claimed to be the commander of 800,000 ghost soldiers! I was so childish! I watched too many dramas, alright? Now let’s get to work! Stop nosing around!”

Ignoring me, Song Zhong returned to the living room, sat beside Aunt Xu, and comforted her, assuring that we would definitely resolve this.

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