The cause of the fat man’s death was unclear, and the doctors couldn’t provide a reliable explanation. Some suggested he died suddenly from staying up too late, while others speculated that some illness had caused his rapid weight loss. However, the doctors found no illness—he was perfectly healthy—and said it wasn’t a case of sudden death. This made things even more mysterious.

With the death of the man, Old Zhang’s internet café was naturally subjected to investigation, but no major issues were found. After a few days, the café was back in business. Old Zhang thought the whole incident with the fat man was over, but he couldn’t shake off the memory of the old woman.

Whenever the old woman appeared at the café, Old Zhang kept a close eye on her. He even tried to force her to leave, but she seemed like a ghost, always evading him. No matter how many times he stood guard at the door, in the blink of an eye, she would be inside again.

Soon, Old Zhang noticed something strange: every night at 3 AM, the old woman would converse with several people. And without exception, all of them began to lose weight rapidly. Eventually, each one would collapse in the café, dead.

This began to ruin Old Zhang’s business. Rumors spread that his café was haunted, and that evil spirits came at night to claim lives. Business dropped significantly, and he nearly had to shut down. After all, having people die in your establishment was a serious matter.

The most bizarre thing was that when the authorities reviewed the security footage, there was no trace of the old woman. This was completely different from what Old Zhang had seen, but when he tried to tell them, no one believed him. Who could argue with security footage?

The saying goes, "Seeing is believing," so Old Zhang was investigated further. Fortunately, nothing was found, and he was released. However, Old Zhang couldn’t just let it go. His thriving business had been ruined by this cursed old woman, and he was determined to find out who—or what—she really was.

One night, as soon as he saw the old woman, Old Zhang decided to secretly follow her. He trailed her all the way out of the café. After about an hour of walking, he finally saw her enter an old, dilapidated house.

The house looked like it had been abandoned for years. It was a large, run-down building with a yard full of overgrown grass, some of it taller than a person. The house itself was in bad shape, with holes in the roof.

The old woman opened a rusty iron gate and walked in, disappearing into the thick grass. Old Zhang quickly followed her, but when he reached the gate, he found that it was locked and rusted through. The old woman had already disappeared into the yard.

The whole place felt eerie, and a chill ran down Old Zhang’s spine. It was late at night, and his curiosity was fighting against his fear. He had to find out who this old woman really was.

He pushed through the gate and into the yard. The grass was so high that he couldn’t see anything around him. All he could hear was a strange rustling sound, followed by eerie laughter.

Old Zhang swallowed nervously. He was scared but kept walking forward, telling himself he had to know. "I should have brought the staff with me," he thought. But by now, he was too deep into it.

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Strangely, no matter how far he walked, he couldn’t seem to find his way out. The yard was vast, but it didn’t make sense that he had been wandering for over ten minutes without finding the exit.

He started panicking, running in circles, but it was as if the yard was never-ending. He began tearing at the grass, hoping to get some sense of where he was, but no matter how much he pulled up, it was as if the grass kept growing back. Even with his phone's flashlight, it felt like the darkness was swallowing the light.

In desperation, Old Zhang screamed, "Old hag, stop playing tricks on me! Come out!"

Just then, a pale, wrinkled old face appeared right in front of him, her expression twisted into a grotesque grin.

"Are you looking for me? Hehehe..."

Terrified, Old Zhang collapsed to the ground. When he scrambled to his feet, he sprinted off, but no matter how fast he ran, the yard seemed to stretch on forever.

Suddenly, he remembered something his grandmother had told him: this was the "ghost wall"—a phenomenon where, no matter how hard you try to escape, you’re stuck in the same place until you collapse from exhaustion. But there was a way to break it—if you closed your eyes and ran, you might escape.

So, Old Zhang screwed his eyes shut, shouted to himself to stay brave, and ran straight ahead. After what felt like an eternity, he heard a loud thud—his head had collided with the iron gate. He opened his eyes, and sure enough, he had broken through the wall. He was out.

Relieved, he ran all the way back to the internet café, his heart still racing.

The next day, Old Zhang gathered a few people and went back to the location to investigate. But when they arrived, the place was completely different. The house was gone, replaced by a dilapidated temple.

He was stunned and began shouting that this was cursed. He didn’t dare investigate further, but instead paid several monks and Taoist priests to perform a ritual.

However, when the priests and monks saw the old woman, they turned and fled in terror. They claimed their powers weren’t strong enough to deal with such an evil presence. They quickly returned Old Zhang’s money and advised him to stay away from the place.

The situation was too cursed. Old Zhang seriously considered closing the café, as business had dwindled to almost nothing. But then, just the day before, he heard a strange rumor in a group chat—something about a thousand-year-old tattoo technique that could ward off evil spirits. It promised good results without charging if it didn’t work. Curious, Old Zhang thought, "Why not try it? If it works, I’ll save my café."

Now, Old Zhang was desperate, and his mind was full of questions. Who was that old woman? Why did everyone she spoke to grow thinner and eventually die? Why did she keep appearing in the café? And where had the abandoned house gone?

I was just as perplexed, unsure of what tattoo I should give Old Zhang. But there was another problem—getting the tattoo didn’t guarantee the safety of the café. What if the old woman returned to haunt the place again?

"Maybe we should investigate this further before proceeding," I suggested.

Xiao Zi Xing shook his head and asked, "You said that the next day when Old Zhang went back, the yard and the old house were gone, replaced by a temple. Do you remember what kind of temple it was?"

Old Zhang furrowed his brow, thinking for a while. "Oh, I remember now. It was the Wong Tai Sin Temple."

Wong Tai Sin? Wasn’t that the temple of the yellow weasel?

The yellow weasel, also known as the "Wong Tai Sin," was a wild spirit worshipped in some parts of northern China, often associated with misfortune and evil.

Old Zhang was confused and asked, "Why are you asking about that temple? Even if it’s in bad shape, it’s still a temple. Shouldn’t it be fine?"

Xiao Zi Xing shook his head. "You’re wrong. Most temples are safe, but a temple dedicated to the yellow weasel is a different story. That’s not just a temple; it’s a hotspot for evil. The abandoned yard and house might have been transformed by the yellow weasel’s influence."

"The yellow weasel’s doing?" I said, shocked. "Could the old woman really be a transformed yellow weasel?"