Hearing that blood-curdling scream, Uncle Huzi and I were both startled. We exchanged a quick glance—our first thought was that Old Man Meng might not have given up and had come to the Zhang family estate to cause more trouble.
Rushing inside, we saw the light on in Zhang Yunliang's bedroom. Shadows flickered on the walls—there were people inside.
As we approached the room, we saw a crowd gathered around Zhang Yunliang. He was clutching his head, visibly shaken and terrified, mumbling incoherently, "No… I don't want to jump… Please, let me go… I'm begging you…"
Just one look at him and I knew what was going on. The curse Old Man Meng had placed on him was flaring up again.
Every time Zhang Yunliang fell asleep, he would dream of leaping off a building—reliving the moment of his death in vivid, horrifying detail. In his dream, he plummeted from a tall building, his skull shattering on the ground. The sensation was terrifyingly real.
If this kept up, even the strongest mind would break. It was worse than death itself—a torment with no end.
Strangely, seeing him like this gave me a deep sense of satisfaction.
Serves him right.
As soon as Uncle Huzi and I entered the room, Zhang Yunyao rushed over and grabbed my arm. "Young Master Wu, please take a look—my brother's having those nightmares again. What's happening to him?"
Of course, I knew exactly what was happening, but I still walked over to Zhang Yunliang and sat beside him.
"Young Master Wu, thank heavens you're back," said Zhang Yucheng, clearly desperate. "My son's having nightmares every night. Is there anything you can do to help?"
"There must be a reason behind this. Best if you ask him yourself," I replied, looking directly at Zhang Yunliang.
The room was full of people now, and Zhang Yunliang slowly began to calm down, though terror still flickered in his eyes—he was clearly still haunted by the nightmare.
I stared at him and asked, pretending not to know, "Have you done something you're ashamed of? If you come clean, maybe I can help you."
To my surprise, my question set him off. Guilt gnawed at him, and he clearly didn't want his father to find out. He snapped back at me, "I didn't do anything wrong! If you can fix this, then do it. My family's got money. Don't play games with me!"
"You ungrateful brat! That's no way to speak to Young Master Wu!" Zhang Yucheng scolded angrily.
"Dad, I'm really in pain. I dreamt I jumped off the building again—I saw my own skull crack open… it hurt so much. Please, just help me," Zhang Yunliang sobbed.
"Did you do something wrong or not?" Zhang Yucheng pressed. "Tell the truth so Young Master Wu can help you!"
But Zhang Yunliang still wouldn't confess. His eyes darted nervously, and he shook his head. "I didn't do anything… I swear…"
I shook my head and stood up, walking out of the room.
Zhang Yucheng called out to me a few times, but I didn't even look back. I returned to my room to rest.
Later, Zhang Yunyao came knocking on my door, but I didn't let her in. She was the only one in that whole family I had any fondness for, and I was afraid she might plead for her brother and that I'd end up giving in out of soft-heartedness. I told her I had already undressed and was going to sleep, so she finally left.
Since I had promised Old Man Meng I wouldn't lift the curse, I had to stick to my word.
As for whether Zhang Yunliang would find someone else to help him—that was no longer my concern.
That night, I had a strange dream. I saw my old classmate, Li Na.
She had tears in her eyes and kept saying to me, "Help me…"
It was a strange dream. I didn't understand why I would dream about her.
Sure, Li Na had once pursued me and she was pretty, but I never had any real feelings for her—especially after she became Wang Zhaoyang's girlfriend.
Still, once I woke up, I put the whole thing out of my mind.
The next day, we were all heading back to Yanbei City.
The Zhang family's ancestral relocation was finally complete. As a gesture of thanks, Zhang Yucheng handed me a bank card with ¥900,000 on it. Adding that to the ¥100,000 down payment Zhang Yunyao had given me earlier, the total was a million.
I hadn't expected that. This job had been dangerous and exhausting, but getting paid that much made it all worth it.
Suddenly, I felt like my master's challenge—earning ten million in a year—wasn't so impossible after all. Just ten jobs like this one would do the trick.
Of course, not every family was as wealthy as the Zhangs.
They probably gave me that much because of my master's reputation—Li Xuantong, the Feng Shui King. Anything less, and they'd be insulting his name.
On the way back, Zhang Yunyao offered to drive me in her red Porsche.
It was a two-seater, so it would just be the two of us.
I didn't refuse and got into her car. Uncle Huzi rode with Zhang Yucheng instead.
Before we left, I caught a glimpse of Zhang Yunliang. His eyes were sunken with dark circles—he clearly hadn't slept a wink after another night of nightmares.
The more miserable he looked, the more satisfied I felt.
Who knew how many girls this scumbag had hurt? In his condition, I doubted he'd have the energy for anything else anytime soon.
I didn't know what model the Porsche was, but I could tell it was expensive. I had at least heard of the brand.
There was something I was curious about, though—how was it that Zhang Yunyao, who had just finished high school, was already driving? Wasn't she too young to get a license?
Turns out she had been seriously ill as a child and had missed more than a year of school. She was now nineteen—two years older than me—and had gotten her license during summer break.
As she drove, she chatted with me. "Young Master Wu, I really have to thank you. Without you, our family would've been in big trouble."
"No need to thank me—you paid for the job," I said with a grin.
Zhang Yunyao suddenly changed the subject. "Young Master Wu, what exactly happened with our ancestral tomb? And that female ghost that appeared the other night—did you ever find out the truth?"
I looked at her, and she grew flustered. She smiled awkwardly. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked that…"
"You know why your brother keeps having those nightmares of jumping off a building?" I said quietly. "The ancestral tomb incident is directly connected to him. That's all I can tell you. If you want answers, ask your brother. As far as I'm concerned, this matter is over. I've helped all I can."