Chapter 565: The Odd Story of the Cloth Tiger


    As long as it was an otherworldly item, I knew how to deal with it!


    Wang Ping was still cryingandclutching her face. Slowly, bleeding bites appeared on her body. The boy just stood and held the cloth tigertightly.His cold eyeswatchedeverything.


    I deliberately let Wang Ping endure this pain to give her a lesson.I thenslowly got down the tree. Until shewashurt enough, I pushed the door openand enteredthe house.


    The moment I pushed the door open, I sshed rooster blood.A roosterwas a goodtoolto expel evil spirits and beckon Yang energy. In China, whether it was a happy or mournful event, the rooster was an indispensableanimal. In many ces, people believed that they could usearoosterinstead of thedeceased groom.


    It was mainly becausearooster couldbeckonthe sun. It was in the animals nature to be a spiritual living being. The roosters crowattractedYang energy, so the roosters blood also had the same function. Moreover, I had added cinnabartothe blood.


    When rooster blood sshed on the crying faces, they shrank as if they were electrified. They retreatedto the boy. The entire room was filled with shrill cries,which gaveme a splitting headache.


    I opened the Yin and Yang Umbre but didnt do anything else. The boy gazed at me hostilely. I flinchedand felta squeeze in my heart as I saw the red hand mark on his cheek.


    Wang Ping had stopped screeching. After I had confirmed that she wouldnt die, Ino longercaredabout her. I couldnt pity herafterwhat she had just done.


    I tried to talk to the boy inhopesthat he would hand me the cloth tiger so that I could handle it. Looking at the dark energy lingering on the toy, I was afraid that the spirit would possess the boy.


    When the boy heard me, he hugged the cloth tiger tighter. His voice was resolute. Even if I die, I wont let you hurt Aji! You are a bad guy! A big bad guy!


    It seemed Aji was the name of thespirit. Unfortunately, he wasntafamous historical figure, so Ineeded morecluestofigure out how to deal withhim.


    Rest assured boy! I just want to help Aji, I convincingly told him.


    A momentter, the boy seemed to recognize that I didnt want to hurt his friend. Hegestured to thedark shadow to approach me.


    I took out a set of Hanchildrensclothes thatweremade of gold paper from my bag. They looked realistic.


    Since Aji had died early, I guessed hehadneverwornsuch good clothes. Eventhoughhewasa spirit now, he was still a kid. He wouldnt be able to resist the enticement of having new clothes.


    Indeed, when I offered him the clothes, the tattered Aji couldnt waitand enteredthe clothes.


    However, as soon as he got in, he screamed painfully. The boys face changed. He waved the cloth tigerin an attemptto retrieve the spirit!


    I had prepared everything. Thesepaper Han clothes had cost me a lot of effort. The gold threads on the clothes were madefromthe powder of Buddhistprayerbeads that had been blessed. The boy couldnt rescue his friend.


    The gold threads started to shrink and Aji screamed louder. The more he screeched, the thinner the dark smokearoundhis body had be.Thesmooth face of a child was finally revealed. However, his eyes were still blood-red.


    It seemed he hated everything, and that his hatred came from the grievances he had suffered!


    I sighed and read a spell to retrieve Aji into a small jade bottle gourd.


    This kid had just stood still and watched his motherin pain. But now, hewasrestlessand jumpedtoward me without thinking. Without Ajis help, he was just aneight-year-oldkid. He couldnt do anything other thanscratchme. In the end, he helplessly sat on the groundand cried.


    Thingsshould end here, butI wanted to do something for Aji. I wanted to know what kind of grudge he had that had made him linger in this world with hatred for thousands of years.


    I lifted the kid and put him on the sofa. I calledan ambnce and hadWang Ping taken to the hospital. Afterward, I talked to the kid.


    He didnt react to me at first. Butwhen I told him that I would like to help Aji reincarnate, his eyes sparkled. With red eyes, he nodded.


    While helping him clean his wound, I asked him to tell me about Aji. He could feel that I was different from Wang Ping. He sobbedand toldme Ajis old story.


    Aji was a son of an official in the Han Dynasty. His father helda low position, but he could make end meets. However, Ajis father had great ambition. He had always been busy around other higher-rank officialsand gavethem wee partiesor gifts in hopesof gettingpromoted. He had ignored his son while doing all this.


    Eventually, Ajis father seeded. But then, he changed. He began to party hard and when he got drunk, hewenthome to abuse Aji and his mother.


    It had happened for a long time. Ajis mother couldnt put up withherviolent husband anymore. She jumped into a well tomit suicide. Before she killed herself, she made a cloth tiger for Ajiand toldlittle Aji that this friend would always be with him.


    Without his mother to care for him, Ajis life became even worse. More often than not, he didnt have meals to eat. One day, during a banquet, Aji made his father lose face. His father locked him up. He was imprisoned for seven days,and he only had the cloth tiger to apany him throughout the horrible period.


    After seven days, when Ajis father remembered that he still had a son, Aji was starved to death


    Ajis unwilling soul had lingered in this mortal world and taken shelter in the cloth tiger. Wang Pings son happened to find the toy one day when hewentout to y,releasingthe spirit.


    Little Ajisworeto bringretributionto the bad mothers and fathers. Thats how the corpse-chopping serial cases had started.


    Iheaveda deep sigh after listening to the story. I stroked the jade bottle gourdand feltlike crying. I took the boy back to his room to rest then went to the hospital to see Wang Ping.


    Wang Ping onlyhadminor injuries on her body. It seemed the boy had shown mercy to his mother.


    I went to the hospital to talk to Wang Ping and advised her to treat her son better.With her behavior, she could be used ofchild abuse.Unexpectedly, as soon as she saw me, she weptand askedif her son was all right.


    Oh, this woman cares about her son now. Did she change her mind?


    After listening to her, I understood that she had interpreted her son coldly standing and watching herst night asan act of courage, just as if hewanted tostay with heruntilthe very end.


    It was aconvenientmisunderstanding, soI didnt tell her the truth. With her interpretation of the situation, Wang Ping pledged to treat her son better. Shewouldmake up for all of her previous deeds.


    I considered it then simply said, Ivesubdued the spirit. That spirit hade to you because you abused your son.


    Wang Ping felt guilty. I swear I will never harm my son again.


    Afterward, I took Wang Ping to her house. We saw her husband there. Seeing his wounded wife, he regrettedhis actionsa lot. Im so sorry. I should have trusted you.


    I then learned that they hadfoughtbecause her husband didnt believe that ghosts existed.


    Wang Ping wasnt mad anymore as her husband had apologized to her. She went upstairs to see her son. I followed her and saw herhugthe boy. She was crying.


    The hatred on the boys face slowly faded and disappeared while his mother was weeping and telling him that she was sorry and she would treat himbetter. In the end, he sank into his mothers embrace and sobbed.


    Ifeltsomewhat happy. I had been worriedaboutthe boys life, but now I knew I had beenoverthinking.


    However, I pitied the kids of the other eight victims. They didnt have the love they deservedand they would have to struggle a lotter.


    But it was fate. Otherworldly merchants had to follow the will of Heaven. They should never go againstit. I just hoped that those children would soon learn to ept their fates and optimistically face everything that wouldeintheir lives.


    I had been waiting downstairs for a while before Wang Ping came down with red, swelling eyes. She held the cloth tigerand gaveit to me. Its a gift from my son to you.


    I smiledand thoughtthat the boy was smart enough!


    After that, I looked around and found an abandoned factory where I would help Aji ascend. I wanted this little boy who had held his grudge for thousands of years to have a ce to go to.


    It wasnt hard to help Aji ascend. Aji hated his father the most. At the same time, he desired his fathers love and care the most. As long as I could smoothen this knot, he would be willing to go.


    I put on a Han suit and a wig. After more than one thousand years, I guessed he had forgotten what his father looked like. Only the hatred that stayed in his heart made him linger here.


    Thats right, Iwore this tocosy as Ajis father!