Blood of the Curse Seal

"When we entered the village, the first page of the diary flew over to us on its own. Did you do that?"

Zhou Xiaoduo nodded sheepishly. "I wrote it on a sheet of spirit money. After I died, I forgot so much. All I remembered was what I'd written on the first page... It's only now that I remember my life."

Bai Xiaowen understood. No wonder the other torn diary pages had remained after they were read, while the first page had turned into burnt spirit money.

He also knew what had caused the feeling of being watched after he read it. It had been the ghost of Zhou Xiaoduo, the diary's author.

After becoming a ghost, Zhou Xiaoduo had forgotten almost everything. One obsession remained: she kept writing the first page of her diary on sheets of spirit money and sending them out into the world. Thankfully, she had succeeded.

"What about your brother, Zhou Bin?" Li Shuyi asked. "Why did he never come back?"

Zhou Xiaoduo's expression dimmed. "My brother took the imperial examination and passed. But soon afterward, he came down with an incurable illness. He didn't want to burden Sister Yurong, so he never returned."

Hua Yurong showed little reaction. She clearly already knew Zhou Bin had died of illness. "Liu Shicheng killed him," she said quietly.

Zhou Xiaoduo looked startled.

"It's possible," Bai Xiaowen said. "Uncle Liu Si was a feng shui master skilled in Geomancy. If he set up a lethal arrangement where Zhou Bin lived and drew harmful energy toward him, he could have killed him without anyone knowing. He had a motive, too."

No wonder Hua Yurong's obsession had been so strong, or that she had hated Uncle Liu Si to the bone.

At that thought, Bai Xiaowen sighed inwardly.

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