Chapter 8: The Great Show is About to Begin
Old Granny Huang continued, saying, but what difference does it make to say it out loud? Those people cannot understand, and even if they did, what difference would it make? In the end, they still die. Old Granny Huang's tone remained aged and calm, and to me, it seemed such a helpless matter. As she spoke so eloquently, it added an air of melancholy out of thin air.
At that time, I kept thinking that Granny Huang would definitely not deceive us, and the deceased had nothing left to lose, so there was no possibility of framing Mr. Yang. Therefore, what Miss Weng's spirit said to Granny Huang should be absolutely true. Even if it carried some of Miss Weng's subjective thoughts, the course of events would not differ too much. From this, it can be concluded that even if Mr. Yang is successful in his career, he is ultimately a despicable person. I myself am someone who detests evil, so for such a character, even if I cannot inflict any substantial harm on him, I must make him understand how he has caused the death of his own loyal wife and how he continues to live in self-satisfaction, trampling on her soul.
Hu Zongren's silence took me by surprise, as he is usually quite talkative and cannot sit still. In the past, while we waited for our noodles to be served, he would often manage to use up half the roll of paper towels, tearing and pulling at them. However, today he was unusually quiet. After finishing our noodles, we settled the bill and stepped outside. Lighting a cigarette, I noticed that it was getting late, so I suggested to Hu Zongren that perhaps we should head back today.
Ms. Weng picked up her wig while crying, haphazardly placing it on her head. As she continued to cry, she made her way back to the office. During the ascent in the elevator, she experienced several bouts of breathlessness, indicative of a crying fit. Upon returning to the office, the long-suppressed emotions were completely released, but her body could not withstand it, leading to her untimely demise.
I shot Hu Zongren a glance, then went to the inner room to pour him a glass. Granny Huang continued, since Mrs. Weng is so successful in the business world, it indicates that this woman is at least not foolish. In fact, she is well aware of her husband's various disgusting affairs; she simply tolerates them time and again, pretending not to know. When her husband returns home, he acts as if nothing has happened, continuing to take care of his daily needs. However, there was one occasion when Mr. Yang mentioned that he would be going on a business trip to Guangdong for a while, coinciding with the end of the year. Therefore, Mrs. Weng organized a gathering for the employees at the company, everyone coming together to have a meal and celebrate the New Year. While pretending not to know, her husband returned home, acting as if nothing had happened, continuing to take care of his daily needs. But on one occasion, when Mr. Yang said he would be going on a business trip to Guangdong for a while, coinciding with the end of the year, Mrs. Weng organized a gathering for the employees at the company, everyone coming together to have a meal and celebrate the New Year. Yet, during the meal at a high-end restaurant, when she left the table to go to the restroom, she encountered her husband in the corridor of the restroom.
As her hair continued to fall out, it became increasingly easy to see her scalp among the black strands. She decided to dye her hair blonde, which made her appear less like someone suffering from hair loss. However, this was merely a temporary solution. Eventually, she purchased a wig that matched the color of her dyed hair, aiming to conceal her condition. Gradually, she became accustomed to not going to the office during the day, only arriving after her colleagues had left to handle the accounts.
That car belongs to Mr. Yang. The engine was still running, and although the lights were off, the sounds of a man and a woman playing could be heard. Unsurprisingly, it was indeed Mr. Yang and another woman inside the car. In a fit of rage, Ms. Weng fetched the fire extinguisher from beside the library elevator and forcefully struck the car, shattering the glass and forcing the two disheveled individuals inside to tumble out.
Hu Zongren nodded and said he understood and knew what to do. After saying this, he took me and prepared to leave. When Granny Huang accompanied us to the door, she said to me and Hu Zongren, as for this Lady Weng, once you have taken care of things, remember to give me a call... so that I can make her a memorial tablet and recite some Buddhist prayers for her. It is already pitiful enough, and she has lingered outside for such a long time. I fear that the King of Hell will not accept her, and if she goes down, she will surely suffer.
After bidding farewell to Granny Huang, Hu Zongren and I walked to the bottom of her building. Every time I came to Granny Huang's place, I had to eat the Beef Noodle Soup from Bai Ge. Hu Zongren is a Taoist, and logically speaking, eating beef is essentially an act of betraying one's teacher and ancestors. This is said to be because the Supreme Old Lord rides a cow, and Taoists are generally quite stubborn, hence the colloquial term "cow nose." However, Hu Zongren never minded such things. So we entered the shop and each ordered three or two portions of noodles. During the meal, we said nothing, each lost in our own thoughts. This is said to be because the Supreme Old Lord rides a cow, and Taoists are generally quite stubborn, hence the colloquial term "cow nose." However, Hu Zongren never minded such things. So we entered the shop and each ordered three or two portions of noodles. During the meal, we said nothing, each lost in our own thoughts.
Ms. Weng stated that at that moment, Mr. Yang was hurriedly putting on his pants, so she rushed over and started fighting with that woman. Ms. Weng told Granny Huang that the woman had long black hair, but she could not remember her appearance. After all, she was older and had just been dealt a heavy blow emotionally. During the struggle with that woman, she was at a significant disadvantage, and in the midst of the scuffle, her wig was pulled off by that woman.
When Granny Huang reached this point, she paused. Thus, the living room was left in silence. After a while, Hu Zongren finally spoke, asking about the books, so the time of her death was around 7 o'clock, close to 8 o'clock, right? This is why she appears at that time every time, correct? Granny Huang did not respond, only nodded. Hu Zongren continued, then every time she appears, pulling the girls' hair, I can understand that, it is because her own wig was pulled off by someone, which is a great humiliation. After a while, Hu Zongren spoke again about the books, so the time of her death was around 7 o'clock, close to 8 o'clock, right? This is why she appears at that time every time, correct? Granny Huang did not respond, only nodded. Hu Zongren continued, then every time she appears, pulling the girls' hair, I can understand that, it is because her own wig was pulled off by someone, which is a great humiliation. Moreover, the one who pulled her hair was a woman with long black hair, right? Granny Huang nodded again. Hu Zongren asked her, then what does it mean when she cries in front of those elderly people? Granny Huang sighed and said, perhaps she also wants to find someone to confide in, just like me, getting old, having lived for a while, knowing a few things, being more understanding in guiding others, so she wants to express her own suffering.
Old Lady Huang continued, saying that the moment the wig was yanked off and fell to the ground, Ms. Weng felt utterly exposed. The mocking voice of a young woman with black hair echoed in her ears, saying that it was no wonder her man cheated, as she was a bald woman. However, it is likely that even Mr. Yang did not know that Ms. Weng's baldness was entirely caused by his actions. At that moment, the usually strong Ms. Weng could no longer hold back; she cried sorrowfully in front of the couple. But this cry only provoked a slap from Mr. Yang. After delivering the slap, Mr. Yang threw out a remark, "What do you think you are? I've tolerated you for so many years, that's enough. I don't want to live like this anymore, let's get a divorce"
Let's have a good time with that old rascal tomorrow, what do you think
By 2009, the strange phenomena associated with her husband began to reappear. However, Ms. Weng had long since lost hope and was too weary even to think about it. That day, she still went back to the office to work overtime, and around 8 PM, a heavy rain began to fall. Ms. Weng was not someone who usually drove, but there was always an office vehicle parked in the garage, so she took the keys, intending to drive home. As she walked to the garage, she saw a car she recognized. Ms. Weng was not someone who usually drove, but there was always an office vehicle parked in the garage, so she took the keys, intending to drive home. As she walked to the garage, she saw a car she recognized.
Ms. Weng stated that if everything prior could still be tolerated, it was because she had not witnessed it with her own eyes. However, that day she truly could no longer endure it. In the corridor outside the restroom, her husband, slightly intoxicated, was embracing a young woman and engaging in some very indecent behavior. After witnessing all of this, Ms. Weng could no longer bear it; she rushed forward and began to grapple with her husband. The commotion from the fight attracted the attention of the restaurant's security, and at that moment, Ms. Weng no longer cared about maintaining her image as a strong woman, behaving entirely like a shrew, all of which was witnessed by her colleagues who had come over in response to the noise.
To speak frankly, I do not really believe in the King of Hell and the Underworld as mentioned by Granny Huang. She has even confided in me that descriptions of such matters are always passed down from previous generations. Even though she is the most skilled and remarkable spirit medium I know, she can only communicate with spirits and has never personally witnessed the existence of the King of Hell or the Underworld. Long ago, when she was at odds with Sha Wudao, she once reported the presence of a female spirit attached to me, stating that she merely spoke to a large stone for a while. She can only communicate with spirits and has never seen the King of Hell or the Underworld. During her confrontation with Sha Wudao, she reported the female spirit attached to me, saying she only spoke to a large stone for a while. However, Granny Huang has devoted her life to Buddhism, and her skills in her youth were far beyond what Hu Zongren and I could ever achieve. Therefore, since she says this, there must be her own reasoning behind it, and her intentions are rooted in kindness, which she considers a form of accountability to both herself and others.
Ms. Weng told Granny Huang, and after saying this, Mr. Yang drove away with that woman in the car with the broken glass.
I have seen similar scenes in some movies, where during a scuffle, a wig falls off in a comical manner, which usually becomes a comedic highlight in the film. However, when Granny Huang mentioned this, I found it impossible to laugh; instead, I was filled with an impulse to hit someone. I turned to look at Hu Zongren, who was also flaring his nostrils, looking as if he wanted to devour someone. I understood him very well, and I believe anyone encountering such a situation would find it hard to control themselves. As a rare and high-quality troublemaker, I had already begun to look forward to my meeting with Mr. Yang the next day.
Hu Zongren nodded slightly, suddenly giving me a mischievous smile, and then said
After that incident, Mr. Yang knelt on the floor at home, pleading for her forgiveness, speaking earnestly and tearfully, while continuously slapping himself. Ms. Weng gritted her teeth and endured once again, but she lost the trust and confidence she once had. Ms. Weng stated that after that, Mr. Yang behaved well for a period of time; despite his numerous attempts to please her, there remained a scar in her heart, a feeling akin to having swallowed someone else's spit, which was utterly disgusting. In order to maintain the integrity of the family, she not only had to face this man every day but also endure the knowing yet feigned ignorance in the eyes of her colleagues. At the same time, she had to manage her company's affairs. Ms. Weng mentioned that during that time, she felt extremely weak, and the most frightening part was that she began to lose her hair.
"Good! Let's take that son of a dog down!" I replied with a smile