I had to find the woman, but she had left my shop several hours ago. Hours were enough for a person to go anywhere.

In the vast night, how easy would it be to find someone in such a large city? Even finding someone familiar wouldn't be easy, let alone a woman I had only met once.

Although the woman had very obvious features, it was precisely because her facial features were so obvious and terrifying that she would deliberately hide her tracks. She would not only hide from me but also from everyone else in the world.

How could I find her? Where would this woman go? What would she do? I had to figure these things out, or I would be like a headless fly, flying aimlessly in the vast night until I collapsed without finding my target.

The first thing to determine was that this woman would die. When the woman appeared at the door of my shop, many signs already indicated that she had suicidal tendencies. Her face had become so terrifying, yet she lowered her black umbrella, directly showing us her face. This was a manifestation of her despair.

She was too lazy to even cover up her most painful and unbearable side. How much attachment could she have to this world? I was the last chance she gave herself. If I listened to her story and was willing to provide help, she might still live. But I didn't. Although I didn't verbally drive her away rudely, she could feel my unwelcoming and disapproving attitude.

Her injured nerves were infinitely sensitive. My saying that she should consider it further would be magnified infinitely in her heart. She had originally hoped that I could become the last kindness in this world, but instead, I became the last straw that broke her.

I had been in the funeral shop for five years and had seen all kinds of people. Based on my experience, I should have noticed something was wrong at the time, but I was still hungover and ignored many details, so I simply brushed her off.

After she left, I kept feeling that something was wrong and kept thinking about it, so much so that my head ached, because I hadn't seen what I should have seen. My brain was instinctively reflecting.

Later, I finally recalled and integrated all the details I had seen before, which is why I had that dream.

The reason I dreamed that the woman turned into a ghost and came back was not because I had a prophetic dream, but because after various pieces of information were integrated in my brain, the part of my brain that wasn't asleep deduced the subsequent scene.

If I didn't take remedial measures, that dream might very well become real.

Drinking really does lead to mistakes. In the future, if those evil spirits want to cause trouble, let them do it themselves. I won't accompany them anymore. It really will delay things.

Alright, enough of that. It was certain that the woman would die. So, what kind of death would she choose, and where would she go to die?

When the woman told me about restoring her face, the abacus calculated that it would cost her parents' lives. So, the fact that her face became like this must be related to her parents.

The woman was harmed by her parents into such a non-human, non-ghostly state. No matter what the reason, no matter how many difficulties her parents had, she must have felt a lot of resentment in her heart, right?

If this resentment was directed at others, it might be easier to release. However, what caused her deep resentment was her parents, two people whom she couldn't retaliate against. What kind of entanglement and pain would that be?

When the woman was alive, she was restricted by morality, law, family affection, and so on, and there was nothing she could do to her parents. After she died, she would definitely seek justice for herself.

This woman wanted to die, and she didn't plan to die in vain. She wanted to leave behind her resentment and seek a belated justice for herself. She wanted to amplify her resentment, upgrade it, and turn it into strength. Then, there was only one place she would go—the Grudge Well (Yuan Jing).

The Grudge Well (Yuan Jing) was an ancient well in the western suburbs of Hua City. Two hundred years ago, it had nourished the villagers of half a village with its sweet well water. However, ever since someone drowned their newborn baby in that well, many people dared not drink the water from that well anymore. Although monks and Taoists recited scriptures by the well, people still felt uneasy.

Later, after several more baby girls were drowned in the well, the well was completely abandoned. The villagers by the well would rather walk a long way, cross an entire village, and go to the well at the other end of the village to fetch water than dare to drink the water from the old well. It was said that at night, people could hear the cries of children coming from the well. It was unknown whether it was the lingering souls of the children who had died in the well, or whether someone had thrown more children into the well.

Later, people in the village began to disappear. Their bodies were pulled out of the well, and they had many small teeth marks on them, as if they had been bitten by something. The villagers all said that it was the children who had been drowned who were full of resentment and refused to come up from the well. The resentment grew heavier and heavier, and slowly they grew teeth in the well. That's why adults who died in the well could have their bodies retrieved, but none of the children who were thrown in were ever found.

The more the story spread, the more panicked people became. Later, the people living closer to the well slowly moved away. Eventually, the entire village was deserted. This went on for over a hundred years, and the story of the old well was basically forgotten. The city developed step by step, expanding circle by circle. A developer had the idea of developing that abandoned village, but just after completing all the procedures and preparing to officially start construction, the developer somehow died in that well.

It was said that when the body was pulled out of the well, it was terrifying. Except for the face, which was preserved so that people could recognize him as the developer, the skin on the rest of his body had been peeled off, and a hole had been knocked in the back of his head, leaving only an empty shell filled with stinky water.

As a result, the story of the old well was once again brought up. Many Taoists who subdued demons and exorcised ghosts went to challenge the well, intending to eliminate the harm for the people and make a name for themselves at the same time, but most of them went and never returned. Occasionally, a few who escaped alive wouldn't say a word about the situation of the old well, only saying that if you didn't want to die, don't go near that well.

Although many more people died in the old well, those demon hunters were all from out of town, and people didn't pay much attention to them. What really shocked people was the young woman who died in the well a few years ago. Ever since the woman's incident, everyone had been avoiding the abandoned village. Sometimes, honest people who had been bullied too much would say in a fit of anger:

"You guys just keep messing around. If you keep bullying people like this, I'll jump into the well in the abandoned village and see how many lives Yama will collect for me."

Hearing these words would send a shiver down the spine of even the fiercest villains.