I still remember that night vividly. My parents were out, and it was raining heavily. Thunder roared in the sky like a dragon, and the village was filled with dogs. Normally, when thunder rumbled, the village would be filled with barking dogs. But that night, it was unusually quiet, so quiet that it sent chills down my spine.

I felt that something was wrong and immediately thought of divination to determine good or bad luck. However, my second uncle grabbed my hand and prevented me from doing it. He said to me, "You must never divine what will happen tonight. If you do, something bad will occur."

Just as I was about to ask why, there was a knock on the door from outside. It knocked four times, paused for two seconds, and then continued knocking.

Midnight knocking. Three knocks are made by a person, and four knocks are made by a ghost! My heart skipped a beat. Was the one outside... a ghost?

But at that moment, my second uncle suddenly told me to go back to my room and not come out no matter what happened or what I heard!

My second uncle had always been extremely strict with me, and I dared not disobey his words. I had no choice but to obediently retreat to my room. My second uncle, worried about me, even added an extra lock from the outside, so I could only open a narrow gap in the door to look outside but couldn't leave.

The knocking became more urgent and increasingly eerie. The frequency of the knocks also grew higher. My second uncle hesitated for a moment and then mustered the courage to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a gust of cold wind blew in, making the furniture in the house emit eerie sounds. A man walked in without waiting for my second uncle to speak. However, his feet were not touching the ground; he was floating.

A ghost! This was a ghost!

But when I saw his appearance, I froze. It was me!

I was terrified. This ghost looked exactly like me, apart from his pale complexion and cold expression. He was a perfect replica of me. Remember the website m.wxsy.net.

I instinctively touched my own face, and a horrifying thought popped into my mind: Could it be that I had already died a long time ago?

My second uncle didn't dare to stop him; his hands were even trembling, and he was in a shivering state.

The man entered without saying a word, as if returning home. He then took three incense sticks, kowtowed to pay respects to our grandfather, and burned the incense. But it was strange, the incense he burned had two short sticks and one long stick. People are most afraid of three long sticks and two short sticks, and incense is most afraid of two short sticks and one long stick. This was ghostly incense.

But as I looked at his face, I became increasingly disturbed. Why did he look exactly like me? If I couldn't feel my own heartbeat, I would have thought that I had already died and that the ghost outside was me!

"After all these years, it's time to settle the debt," the man said coldly after paying respects to our grandfather. Then he turned to my room, seemingly indicating something.

At that moment, my second uncle suddenly told him to go back, begging for two more years as a favor to the Fox Spirit.

Suddenly, the man took off his shirt, revealing nine black dragons on his back. I counted them—there were nine in total—and these nine dragons surrounded a large red coffin.

Nine dragons carrying a coffin!

"The nine dragon coffins are all real dragon remains, but this man is the Nine Black Dragons. Although they are all dragons, they have different meanings. The Black Dragons are fierce and sinister, extremely terrifying. Who exactly is this ghost?"

"The Fox Spirit can't stop me anymore. It's time for him to repay what he owes me! I will take him away and be reborn in the body of the Qilin," the man said again with a cold tone.

At this moment, my second uncle clenched his teeth and suddenly said, "I will trade ten years of my life for two years for him!"

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"Not enough!" The man shook his head, his expression unchanged.

Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared outside. The man frowned and looked outside, his expression changing.

"Give me another tail," a voice floated in mysteriously, and then a bloody tail was thrown in from outside. It was a beautiful white fox tail, as thick as a wrist.

"Hmph, a Nine-Tailed Fox. You're quite ruthless!" The man blew a breath towards my second uncle, picked up the tail, and left.

After the man left, the rain stopped immediately, and the thunder ceased. The next morning, in front of my house, there was only a puddle of blood. My second uncle said it was the Nine-Tailed Fox's doing. And overnight, my second uncle aged ten years, looking much older than my father, with a few strands of white hair growing out. He also appeared weak and would occasionally cough.

As for what happened last night, my second uncle didn't mention a word about it, nor did he tell my parents, despite my persistent questions. He advised me not to ask or pry into last night's events.

My second uncle made a decision. He gave me two thousand yuan and sent me to an old house in the city. This house was our family's property in the city, over a hundred square meters with a courtyard. It had an older interior, giving it the feel of an uninhabited haunted house. It was located in a corner of the city, a bit remote.

My second uncle also set some rules for me. From now on, without his permission, I was not allowed to return home! Furthermore, I could only engage in activities related to the supernatural, such as helping people with Feng Shui or resolving paranormal matters. Any other job was strictly forbidden!

Initially, I was somewhat happy to hear this, thinking that I could finally showcase my skills. I had learned a lot about Feng Shui, but I never had the chance to apply my knowledge. It was more frustrating than anything.

But the following words from my second uncle almost suffocated me. He said I couldn't take on tasks casually unless the person sought me out, and I had to carry copper coins engraved with the Su family name. Only when I received ten of these coins would I be allowed to take on other tasks.

And no matter what, I must never reveal my true identity unless it was absolutely necessary. I must not act recklessly unless there was no other choice.

After listening to my second uncle's words, I protested hastily. With only two thousand yuan, what if no one came to me for help? If I couldn't find other work, would I starve to death?

My second uncle forced a bitter smile and said he had no other choice. It was our grandfather's dying wish, and he had to abide by it. He patted my shoulder meaningfully and said goodbye before leaving.

I didn't know why my grandfather had done this, but I knew the days ahead would be tough.

I had grown up under the shelter of my family, rarely venturing out into the city. Although everything in the city was new to me, I only had two thousand yuan. I didn't know how long I could make it, but at least I had a place to stay and wouldn't end up on the streets.

I wasn't good at interacting with people, and I had no friends here, so I spent my days confined to the old house. However, there was always something that seemed to accompany me like a shadow, preventing me from feeling lonely. It was the Nine-Tailed White Fox that had been protecting me.

For the first two months, no one came to seek my help. By the third month, my money was almost depleted. In order to save, I went from three meals a day to one. To combat hunger, I had to focus on studying the art of Feng Shui.

Before leaving, my second uncle left me two books. One was called "Fire Bead Forest" written by a Ma Yi Taoist, who was the founder of the Ma Yi school. He had two extraordinary books: "Ma Yi Divine Vision" and the one I currently had, "Fire Bead Forest." The latter collected various arts and techniques, including fortune-telling, divination, geomancy, medical practices, and astrology. It was extremely powerful but also complex. Mastering it would bring immense benefits.

The other book my second uncle left behind was called "Sorcerer's Mysteries." It was an ancient book from the Qin Dynasty, covering even more mysterious and complex content. Apart from my grandfather, hardly anyone in the Su family could comprehend it. When it came into my hands, I could grasp some of its essence, although I hadn't reached my grandfather's level.

Over the past two months, I absorbed the secrets from these two books relentlessly, and my abilities greatly improved. Now, I could easily determine good or bad luck with just a glance and perceive wealth and fortune with my eyes. I could observe the night sky and tell whether it would be sunny or rainy, yin or yang. My predictions were more accurate than the meteorological station.

But no matter how talented I became, I still needed to eat. With two thousand yuan, I managed to sustain myself for over two months. By the middle of the month, I only had a few tens of yuan left. If no one came to me for help, I would starve to death here, and no one would even know when my body started to decompose.

Initially, I wanted to assess my own fate, but it was a grave taboo. A physician cannot treat themselves. I thought better of it.

However, on the morning of the 16th, the doorbell of the old house was finally pressed. A beautiful woman in a short skirt and black stockings appeared at the door.

But through the peephole, I felt an evil aura, and upon looking at her face, I noticed a black aura around her cheeks, indicating recent wrongdoing. Her mouth emitted a dark light and seemed slightly swollen, signifying a sinful indulgence.

With her earth-like nose and watery mouth, these abnormal signs indicated a violation of her personal space. And this woman's facial features indicated wrongdoing. Could it be...