Chapter 81 Part 2
The netizens, noticing that the top supporter, “Wu Heng’s Dad,” had stopped sending gifts, felt relieved, that username was an eyesore, almost like a rich anti-fan.
[Only refund? Even for expensive items? Isn’t that like dining and dashing?]
[Secondhand clothes, and only a refund, seriously?]
[I don’t understand “only refund.” If the product has problems and they offer free return shipping, asking for a refund is normal, isn’t it?]
[? The platform has a “refund only” option. What’s wrong with using it? I’m so busy, no time to ship things back!]
[So they’re just pretending to be rich, trying too hard, I don’t pity them.]
Wu Heng’s direct approach made the couple look embarrassed. Like attracts like. They were both obsessed with appearances, portraying a wealthy image. Even the gold necklace was fake.
Sun Zhengtao had “refunded only” countless times, how would he know which store Wu Heng was referring to?
And even if he did, that didn’t justify his illness!
“Is there a secondhand clothing store you only refunded and they didn’t argue with you?” Wu Heng asked, while checking his other phone.
Sun Zhengtao quickly checked his shopping app, scrolling through his “refund only” list, and found a store called “Ping An Secondhand Clothing.” “I remember ordering something, it had bloodstains, so I requested a refund.”
Bloodstains.
A chill ran down his spine, the world was so dangerous lately, could it be…
A gust of Yin wind blew through the door. Lai Jun, annoyed by the closed windows, unable to enter, had to use the front door, looking at the two, a strange smile on his face.
‘Wearing a dead man’s clothes, you’re next.’
“Are these… clothes from a dead person?” Sun Zhengtao asked, his face paling.
Wu Heng nodded.
Wearing a dead man’s clothes, and then only refunding.
Lai Jun wasn’t interested in human patients and floated towards Wu Heng. ‘Your father called. He’s in trouble on train G4044. Can you do something?‘
Wu Heng frowned. His father wasn’t like his grandfather, just an ordinary person, how did he get involved in these things?
Perhaps being the steward at the Shi residence for so long, exposed to Yin qi?
He glanced at Shi Xuan, who was reading quietly nearby, then looked up at him, meeting his gaze, sensing his slight displeasure.
Shi Xuan: “?”
He put down his book, stood up, grabbing the water kettle, nudging the Yin messenger aside, and asked Wu Heng, “Are you thirsty? Want some more water?”
“Heng Heng.”
Wu Heng coughed, it wasn’t Shi Xuan’s fault, his father wasn’t employed by him.
“Doctor Wu, will it be okay if I just transfer the refund now?” Sun Zhengtao asked anxiously, offering a solution.
“And this fur coat… I also bought it from that store… is it also problematic? Are all their clothes from dead people?” his wife asked, clutching her coat.
Wu Heng took Sun Zhengtao’s trembling phone, looking at the online store and the clothes listed.
Winter clothes, jackets, coats, padded pants, snow boots, various prices, affordable for everyone.
He quickly browsed the listings, checking the details. “All of them, from dead people.”
“Different places, different customs, some burn the deceased’s clothes, others discard them,” he explained.
[…Holy crap, all of them?! I knew some secondhand clothes were from deceased people, but not all of them! Unless they specifically collected them.]
[What are they doing with those clothes?! What’s their purpose?]
[Is this lady crazy? Still wearing the fur coat?!]
[Those ghosts are punishing the “only refund” people.]
[Give us the store name so we can avoid it!]
Sun Zhengtao’s wife, Li Jing, terrified, quickly removed the coat and tossed it to the ground, backing away.
Wu Heng smiled faintly, seeing a message from He Yunxiao,
[He Yunxiao: @HengHengBaby, Doctor Wu, someone’s been requesting a connection, seems urgent, should I accept it?]
Wu Heng looked at the username and accepted, a pretty young woman with an intellectual air appearing on the screen.
“Doctor Wu, can you examine that fur coat carefully? I think it might be my friend’s!” she asked urgently.
Chen Zhao, following Wu Heng’s instructions, moved the camera closer, the entire screen filled with the white fur coat, as he turned it over, they saw a small pink flower embroidered on the inside.
The young woman gasped, her eyes filling with tears, “It’s my best friend’s coat! She bought it to protect the environment. She accidentally ripped the lining. Repairing it was expensive, so I embroidered a flower for her! That’s my stitching!”
Her body trembling, she almost collapsed, Wu Heng had said that all the clothes were from the dead… her best friend, who had disappeared five years ago…
Wu Heng took his unfinished honey water, wrote a warding spell on a piece of yellow paper, placed it in the water, stirred gently as the paper dissolved, then, lifting the glass, slowly poured the liquid onto the soft fur collar of the coat, the pale yellow staining the white fur.
Many viewers found this… regrettable, ruining such a beautiful coat.
As the liquid dripped down, the honey water changed color, becoming thick and viscous.
They watched in stunned silence as the white fur coat gradually turned blood red, staining the pink flower, a horrifying transformation.
Li Jing, seeing this, screamed, clutching her face as she and her husband huddled together, trembling.
[Holy crap, that’s terrifying! Was that her blood?]
[My mother told me not to watch his live stream before bed, I didn’t listen!]
[Selling the clothes of the dead, what the hell are they doing?! Life is already hard enough for us!]
The young woman, her legs trembling, tears streaming down her face, choked back a sob, “Doctor Wu, do you… do you know where she is? I… I want to… bring her back.”
Wu Heng glanced at Lai Jun. “There aren’t many living people in that village. I don’t recommend it.”
The woman was silent for a moment, then said firmly, “I’ll go. Wherever she is.”
She could hire some practitioners for protection if necessary.
She couldn’t understand why her friend would be in a remote village. A sense of foreboding filled her.
Wu Heng asked unexpectedly, “Do you play video games?”
Taken aback by the seemingly unrelated question, she nodded. “Yes, I’m quite good at them.”
Wu Heng didn’t reply, disconnecting the call. She thought he was rejecting her request when she received a private message.
[Train G4044, no disembarking, but you can board. Find a man named Wu Su, play games with him.]
