Chapter 126 - RED STRING (3)

[Yang Menghuo POV]

"Okay, Bao, we're here!"

Yang Menghuo stared at the small hut that looked abandoned. He looked around and found no other house other than this. 

Yang Menghuo had a bad feeling about this. Somehow, he felt that he wouldn't be able to come inside, fearing something scary would pop out, like a ghost… or ghost.

"Y—Ying Jie, is this a correct house? I feel like this fit better as a murder scene in a movie rather than a house…." Yang Menghuo commented.

"Hush! Don't say something so indecent! Old Fu is a very kind man, although he is a bit weird."

"W—What kind of weird? Will he stab you with a knife? Slash your neck with a machete?" Yang Menghuo started panicking. He grabbed Ying Jie's hand and pulled her to hide behind him, "Ying Jie, I—I will protect you.. Just stay behind me, okay?"

Shi Ying chuckled. She just realized that Meng Bao was a scaredy-cat when it came to horror stuff. Even during their first date in the cinema, Meng Bao freaked out because of a horror movie. 

'But this would be fun,' Shi Ying thought. She obediently stood behind Meng Bao and said, "Now, just knock on the door."

"D—Do we really need to do this? I don't think this place sells red string…." Yang Menghuo said. At first, he thought they were going to a lingerie store in this village, like… Victoria's Secret, but it's Ying Jie's Secret now.

But apparently, the red string they had in their minds was vastly different. 

Shi Ying sighed as she somehow could read what was in Meng Bao's head. She had expected how perverted Meng Bao could be, but thinking about that kind of red string in the middle of a small village was just ridiculous!

"You idiot! Of course not that kind of red string!" Shi Ying scolded. "Now go and open that door, don't worry about knocking it, Old Fu wouldn't open it by himself!"

Yang Menghuo gulped and then pushed the rusty door.

Creaaaaakk.

The creaking sound of the rusty door added to the horror atmosphere, everything was pitch black, and Yang Menghuo could hardly see a thing. 

He looked around and found nothing, he was about to turn his head on Ying Jie, but when he looked up, he saw…

A floating white face of an old man, who was hanging upside down on the ceiling. His eyes were closed, but when Meng Bao was too petrified to close his eyes, the white-faced old man on the ceiling opened his eyes and glared at Meng Bao.

"GYAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!:" 

Yang Menghuo felt his heart already jumped out of his heart, and he fainted on the spot. Luckily, Shi Ying was quick on her reflex and grabbed Meng Bao. 

"Aiya, what is wrong with that young man?" The ghost on the ceiling said. 

Shi Ying sighed and then scolded, "Grandpa Fu, you're scaring this man! He is my future husband, you know!" 

"Ah, sorry, sorry, can you help me turning on the lamp?" Old Fu requested.

Shi Ying put Yang Menghuo on the chair and then clicked on the switch. There was a lamp hanging on the ceiling, and everything was bright again. 

"Grandpa Fu, why are you hanging up there?" Shi Ying asked. She saw Old Fu was hanging on the ceiling upside down. He somehow put a lot of powder on his face and then stayed like that for a long time. 

"Ah, I'm just meditating," Old Fu replied. 

"And you meditate by hanging upside down?" 

"It's very relaxing," Old Fu insisted. 

"And the white powder on your face?"

"Ah, this one is just to scare some unsuspecting people, like that man. I can't believe he fainted because of this. What a wimp," Old Fu said. He jumped out and then did a somersault in the air before landing on his feet, even though he was almost a hundred years old. 

"Anyway, what do you want, Shi Ying?' Grandpa Fu asked. 

"Is this a thing about your soulmate again? Because you can't marry? Didn't I tell you that you will not marry until you find that childhood friend of yours?"

"Well, I don't know where she is right now!" Shi Ying snapped back. Of course, if she knew where Mengmeng is right now, she wouldn't be so troubled with Meng Bao.

Because truthfully, she liked Mengmeng more! 

At least Mengmeng wasn't as perverted as Meng Bao!

Old Fu sighed, "Then, what are you doing here? And this man is your future husband?"

"Well, kind of… I came here because I need that red string. You know, mom and dad are very traditional. They said if this future husband of mine doesn't react to the red string, then it's no use ah."

"Hm… I see…" Old Fu checked on Meng Bao, and then he said, "Such a cold-hearted young man. Definitely, someone you don't want to mess around with. He has a very handsome face, but his hands are full of blood from his enemies," Old Fu frowned. "Though, I see that he is very soft and somewhat spoiled and babyish whenever he is with his loved one, his true love." 

"He only has one love at this point, and there is no way he will turn back at anyone in his life. If he lost this loved one, whether his loved one married to another man or died, then he will drown into madness."

"He will either kill that man who married his loved one and then locked his loved one in his lavish jail. Or he would kill himself if he found out that his beloved already died."

…

I gulped after listening to Old Fu's foresight. Old Fu was an old witch doctor that never missed in his foresight or fortune-telling. He also had the legendary red string of fate that would tell whether two people were soulmates or not.

"W—Wait, he only has one true love? I thought he loved two people right now," Shi Ying asked. She remembered that Meng Bao said he loved two women, his childhood sweetheart, and Ying Jie. 

That was the reason why Shi Ying still had her hope for Meng Bao.

But if everything he said was a lie… 

"Do you know what kind of person he loves right now?" I asked. 

"Hm… it's not really clear. But he has such a strong, undeniable love for this woman. She is someone that he knew a long time ago, sort of childhood sweetheart for him," Old Fu replied. 

He glanced at Shi Ying, who looked depressed, and then sighed, "Listen, Shi Ying. I can't be the one who tells everything. All I see is just what the god wants me to see," Old Fu explained. He walked towards his wardrobe and opened it.

He took something out of his wardrobe, a roll of red string. He rolled out until it has the right length and then used his teeth to cut it. 

Shi Ying frowned, thinking that she had to use that red string on her finger, 'I will make sure that Meng Bao got the side where Old Fu cut it with his teeth.'

"Here is your red string. You don't need to pay me, but if you've successfully married this man, make sure to give me a share, just a bit ah," Old Fu said. 

"Wait, you know that he is filthy rich?" Shi Ying asked.

"Of course, it's so obvious. Don't you see his trouser? He uses real Louis Vuitton trousers, his shirt is from Burberry, and that Audemars Piguet watch!" 

"Wait, how did you know all these?! You're supposed to be an old hermit living in this old hut as a supernatural witch doctor!" Shi Ying yelled. Somehow, seeing Old Fu acting all cool was more disturbing than what she expected. 

"What? Do you think a witch doctor like me can't have a gadget? I asked my son to buy me a phone, now I'm up to date listening to Cpop, Kpop, Kdrama, some western movie as well," Old Fu said.

"Okay, stop, stop. You'll break all my imagination about you being an old backward hermit in the middle of nowhere," Shi Ying said. She snatched the red string from Old Fu and then stared at the unconscious Meng Bao.

"Okay, now what should I do to wake him up?" Shi Ying asked.

"That's easy," Old Fu walked to his drawer again and then wafted his old shirt near Meng Bao's nose.

In seconds, Meng Bao opened his eyes and saw the white-faced old man wafting an old shirt in front of his eyes. He was about to faint again until Ying Jie kicked his leg.

"Bao! Don't faint here. We need to return soon before dark. There's no street lamp here!"

"A—Ah… Ying Jie…" Meng Bao forced himself to stay conscious, then he jumped and hid behind Ying Jie. "J—Jie, who is that old man? Is he a ghost?"

"You idiot, that's Old Fu! Now say thank you before we leave!"`