Qin Dafu Tragically Loses Ten Thousand Yuan

The Taoist resided in a village within the city, with several winding alleys. He strode confidently for a while until, suddenly, his steps halted.

Wait, hadn't he just passed through here? Was he lost? Impossible. He had traversed this path countless times, could navigate it even with his eyes closed.

Shaking his head vigorously, he refused to believe it, continuing along the path etched in his memory.

Yet, ten minutes later, finding himself back where he started, panic gripped him. What sorcery was this?

Sensing an eerie chill creeping over him, he glanced behind to behold a translucent figure grinning at him, sending shivers down his spine.

A drop of water fell on his head. Rain? Bewildered, he looked up, only to gasp in horror as the figure on his head smirked at him.

The spirit, upon meeting his gaze, grinned wider, its elongated tongue reaching out to touch his forehead, sending a chilling sensation coursing through him.