Chapter 121: Red Envelope—Swapping Fortune
Little Stone looked at her deeply. “Keke, thank you for taking care of me all these years, you and Old Su. I’m leaving.”
Su Keke nodded. “Mm. Take care.”
Little Stone flew into the ring of ghostfire, but he didn’t enter the ghost gate right away.
He turned back to look at Su Keke and asked awkwardly, “Before I go… can you call me ‘Brother Shitou’ one more time?”
Su Keke froze for a moment.
In fact, you could say Little Stone had watched her grow up. When she was little, she always called him “Brother Shitou.” But as she grew older, that title became hard to say out loud, and she followed Shifu in calling him “Little Stone.”
After a brief daze, Su Keke grinned. “Brother Shitou—have a safe journey.”
Little Stone immediately beamed, smiling bright as sunlight. He waved at Su Keke. “I’ve decided I’ll hang around the ghost realm for a hundred years first. When you die, we’ll reincarnate together—then I’ll have a chance to… with you…”
Before he could finish, he turned and dove into the ghost gate.
The instant Little Stone went in, Su Keke’s open palms snapped shut, and the crack of the icy, yin-cold “door” creaked as it closed again.
At the same time, the ring of ghostfire formed by the burning talismans burned out completely.
The talisman ashes were blown by the wind and scattered across the ground.
Qin Junchi stared uncertainly at the spot where the ghost gate had vanished, swallowing hard. “Little Keke… just now, that was…?”
Su Keke let out a breath and replied, “A ghost gate—but not a real ghost gate. You can think of it as a back door. I borrowed force to open a back door. Opening a ghost gate isn’t hard; the key is that the process can’t be interrupted—especially the later part when you force it open. Otherwise it’s easy to suffer backlash.”
After a pause, she chuckled. “Actually, I open ghost gates very fast. Basically no one can interrupt me. It’s just that Shifu is cautious, so he told me I mustn’t open ghost gates casually.”
Tonight Qin Junchi had seen too many surreal, bizarre things. Even with Su Keke standing right in front of him talking, he still felt like he was dreaming.
Su Keke asked him curiously, “By the way, how did you do it? For more than ten years, Shifu and I couldn’t change Little Stone’s mind, but you—just ten minutes and you… Qin Junchi, you’re really amazing.”
Qin Junchi whistled smugly. “What’s so hard about that? He’s been a ghost for a long time, sure, but at heart he’s still a kid. You just use the same tricks you use to lure kids—sweet talk and sugar-coated bullets. After you bombard him with that, you throw in a bit of provocation.”
“Then what kind of provocation did you use?” Su Keke asked, intrigued. She and Shifu had tried provoking him too, and it never worked.
Qin Junchi gave her a mysterious grin and beckoned her closer. “Come here. I’ll tell you what my provocation was.”
Su Keke leaned in.
“I told him: you haven’t even grown your hair yet, you haven’t tasted a woman’s sweetness—you don’t count as a man. Unless you live again, you’ll be a little ghost your whole life. Hahaha…”
Su Keke: …
Qin Junchi braced himself against a nearby tree, laughing so hard he couldn’t even straighten his back.
In truth, it was because he’d noticed that the little ghost had feelings for Su Keke. Once you broke through from that angle, it was easy to shake him.
At Qin Junchi’s strong insistence, Su Keke pasted two evil-repelling talismans on the tree trunks on both sides of his hammock.
The two of them slept until dawn.
With panda eyes, Qin Junchi yawned and opened his phone camera to check himself. He felt he had never looked this sloppy in his life—it was truly image-destroying.
When his people and car arrived, Qin Junchi finally let out a sigh of relief—and took Su Keke along with him as well.
Su Keke didn’t stand on ceremony. Hugging her grinding wheel, she got into the car.
“You came back just to get this thing?” Qin Junchi couldn’t understand it at all. “Why not just buy a new one?”
Su Keke rubbed the wheel in her hands and smiled. “Because this one feels right. I’ve used it for years.”
Young Master Qin—who loved new things and hated old—was left speechless.
“Right. Let’s talk about your problem,” Su Keke said seriously. “Have you recently picked up something you shouldn’t have picked up—like a red envelope on the ground?”
Qin Junchi felt insulted at once. “Little Keke, do you think a rich guy like me would be so short on money that I’d pick up cash off the ground?”
Su Keke frowned slightly. “A red envelope with money and someone’s birth information inside—are you sure you didn’t pick up one?”
“Absolutely not. I don’t stoop to picking up things from the ground. Why are you asking?”
Su Keke kept a stern face. “Your luck is low lately because someone swapped away your good fortune and dumped their bad fortune onto you.”
Qin Junchi exploded. “Damn it—who?! Who the hell dares scheme against me? If I find out, I’ll kill him!”
“You should be glad,” Su Keke said, “that what they wanted was only your fortune, not your life.”
Qin Junchi froze. “What do you mean?”
Su Keke’s expression turned grave. “This is one kind of crooked, unorthodox method in our line. Years ago, Shifu and I encountered it once. Someone tosses a red envelope on the ground. Inside is money and a piece of yellow talisman paper with a birth date and eight characters written on it, plus talisman marks.
“Once someone picks up that envelope and opens it to take the money, it means you accepted the other party’s money and agreed to exchange what they want.
“Some people want your wealth luck. Some want your overall fortune. Some want your… life.
“The person Shifu and I encountered was the last kind. Not long after he picked up the envelope, he died. The other party knew their own life was nearly over, so they used this evil method to trade away his life.”
Hearing this, Qin Junchi trembled with rage. “Then what’s going on with me? I’m sure I didn’t pick up that kind of thing!”
Su Keke thought for a moment. “Since it’s a transaction, either they traded with you—or you traded with them.”
Qin Junchi was confused. “Is there a difference?”
“Of course there is. In the first case, they give you their birth information. In the second, you give yours to them. Think carefully—have you recently leaked your birth information to a stranger? Have you received money from an unfamiliar person?”
Qin Junchi was about to say no, but then he suddenly remembered something. His face changed instantly. After a long pause, he muttered, “After your talisman saved my life last time, I started believing a bit. A few days ago I was bored, so I went online and found some fortune-telling website, and I filled in my birthday and name…”
By the end, even he felt ashamed.
These days, scam websites were everywhere. He just never expected some were specifically scamming people for their birth information.
“Then that same day, I got a friend request from a hot girl. I accepted it. Without a word, she sent me a red envelope. But the moment I clicked it open, she blocked me.”
At the time, he thought she was crazy—added him, tossed him a red envelope, then vanished.
He opened the chat record on his social app and showed Su Keke. “It’s this person.”
Her profile picture was a young, sexy woman with fiery red lips and big wavy hair.
Su Keke gave Qin Junchi a look.
Qin Junchi coughed guiltily. “I absolutely didn’t accept because her photo was pretty.”
Su Keke: That’s the classic “there’s no silver here.”
The chat was extremely simple: the other party sent one red envelope. On the envelope cover it said: “Handsome guy, open it for a surprise~”
Su Keke tapped it open and looked.
Inside was…
One yuan.
One yuan to swap away Qin Junchi’s good fortune—this person was shameless!
At the very least they should’ve given… a hundred yuan!
