“It's already Mid-Autumn Festival, such an important holiday, aren't you going home?”

My roommate, Liu Jingqi, smiled at me while packing in the dormitory.

Her family values the Mid-Autumn Festival very much since they live in Qiongxian.

So she had booked her ticket early to go back home.

“No.”

I answered succinctly.

My family has been catching ghosts for generations.

It is rare for family members of a ghost catcher to meet.

Since I can remember, I've been trapped in reincarnation, and this is my fifth life.

My master said that as long as I catch the nth ghost, it would count as perfect merit.

Then I could ascend to the next life in the heavenly path by improving my cultivation.

In recent years, young people have believed in burning incense and worshipping Buddha.

No matter the matter, they always ask someone to calculate it first.

When they have exams, they do rituals between solving problems and cheating.

This makes it difficult for me to catch any ghosts.

Even if I started a live stream to catch ghosts, the screen would be filled with fans praying to Buddha to bless our love brains.

My record of 9999 has been hard to break.

Considering the time, it’s been over a year since I last caught a ghost.

During the holidays, while they all go home, I can search the vast school thoroughly.

Maybe I could find a few stragglers among the gaps.

After all, schools are places where the feng shui is unpredictable.

“Going home? Does she even have a home to go to?”

My roommate Meng Lianlian was quite biting and always clashed with me.

I didn’t know why she targeted me, and I've never fussed over it.

After all, I've lived longer than her great-grandmother.

“Jingqi, have you seen her family since the start of school? Maybe she sneaked out from some backward rural area. I heard those places value boys over girls so much that they grow up in pigsties.”

Meng Lianlian, with a sharp look, continuously spewed hurtful words.

“Don’t say that, Lianlian.”

Liu Jingqi pulled Lianlian, looking at me awkwardly.

“Xie Ran, why don’t you come to my house? My parents are good cooks; they could host you nicely.”

I politely declined, feeling my home was a few hundred years away.

“Why go home? Jingqi, you’re not thinking of taking in this poor beggar, are you?”

Meng Lianlian sharply interrupted her roommate.

I observed her forehead; unlike usual, her vitality seemed low, and there was a hint of blue turning black.

Never mind, she’s just a kid. I might as well remind her.

“Your forehead is darkening, some misfortune might happen, be cautious…”

“What did you say? You jinxed crow mouth! You’re having a tough time and want to curse others!”

Meng Lianlian threw her suitcase and stepped forward to argue with me.

But then her phone suddenly rang.

“Lianlian, come out quickly. We are waiting for you at the school gate, your cousin Yanyan is here too.”

Upon hearing this, Meng Lianlian smiled sweetly, with a hint of pride.

“Okay, I miss cousin Yan so much!

“Xie Ran, you must be insanely jealous, right? He Yan is my cousin, and she’s a top student at P University. You could never reach her academic level.

“Look, this bag was bought for me by her from P City two months ago.”

Meng Lianlian proudly showcased a new designer bag, the gilded pattern glistening in her hands.

In the sunlight, it almost seemed greasy.

Something’s off about this bag.

The material of such bags has been fixed; why does it shine like this?

And there’s a faint oily smell.

“Meng Lianlian, I kindly remind you, this bag…”

“What’s wrong with the bag? Are you going to say it’s fake? How can you be so bitter?”

Before I could finish, Meng Lianlian fiercely interrupted me, her sharp voice hurting my eardrums.

I helplessly smiled.

“Just a heads up, this bag was stripped off a dead person. Believe it or not. In at least three days, it will ooze out red oil by itself. You already look anemic and a bit yin-deficient.”

The bag smelled worse and worse.

I hurriedly waved my hand and slipped away, unwilling to stay an extra second.

I let go of the urge to help others and respect their fate.

“What kind of a person, jealous of me! A five-thousand-dollar bag, really from a small place, so petty.

“Hey, Xie Ran! You just touched my bag if anything happens to it, you’re dead!”

Words of cursing from Meng Lianlian followed me, but I remained indifferent.

This bag has a strong corpse oil smell, indeed suspicious.