The cause of the foreman's death was mostly understood, but Zhou Huan still couldn't grasp the ghost's ultimate objective. What was it? Zhou Huan was at a loss, deep in thought. Seeing the foreman still hovering before him, he could only think of a temporary measure.

"You—you should return to my gourd for now. I'll call you out again if there’s a need later. If anyone from the Underworld comes looking for you, I’ll block them for you,” Zhou Huan promised the foreman. Turning to the woman, he asked, "By the way, what is your name? I can't keep addressing you without a title, can I?"

"My name is Cuihua!"

"Cuihua?" Zhou Huan chuckled. "Alright, then you go back first. Since you saw and heard what happened, I'll go handle it now."

Zhou Huan sent the woman, Cuihua, away and sat down, pondering endlessly. He just couldn't figure out what kind of spirit this was. Was it a Yao (demon)? Impossible; very few Yao manifest as mere ghosts to cause trouble. If not, then what was it? Zhou Huan decided to put the matter aside for the moment; he needed to look through his Shoushi (Life Master) notes before searching for the cause again.

The immediate issue was shelved. After all, there wasn't much business at the Fushou Hall recently. It was winter, after all; even if there was a death, typically one or two people would suffice to handle the arrangements. So, Zhou Huan spent his days secluded in his room, flipping through the Shoushi notes he had compiled over several centuries.

Dongzi had been cooped up at home for several days and now desperately wanted to go out, but every time he thought of leaving, he remembered Zhou Huan’s explicit instructions to stay indoors. After much deliberation, he decided against going anywhere.

Perhaps fate is truly inscrutable. Even though Dongzi stopped going to work at that facility, the gossipy old women from his former workplace remembered how accurate his predictions were. One of them had even treated Dongzi to a grand meal that day, so they had at least made an acquaintance. Coincidentally, this very day, the woman who treated him to dinner actively came to visit. She crept into the Fushou Hall, stepping lightly as if entering some sacred hall, glancing around suspiciously. To a casual observer, she would look like a petty thief.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hong Kun emerged from behind the staircase. He happened to be downstairs making paper ingots and questioned the strange, unknown woman who had entered.

The visitor, hearing Hong Kun call out, replied, "Nothing, I'm looking for Lin Dongzi. Is this the Fushou Hall?"

"Lin Dongzi?" Hong Kun's mind drew a large question mark. Dongzi didn't seem to have any friends outside the people at Fushou Hall. Besides, didn't he have that big radish woman at home? Why was there another unknown woman showing up? Hong Kun pondered for a moment. "What is your relationship with Dongzi?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just a colleague. We ate together once."

"I see!" Hong Kun then went into the kitchen and called Dongzi out. "I don't know who this woman outside is, but she claims to be your colleague. You really have another colleague? Go see what she wants!"

Dongzi was tidying up the kitchen, preparing lunch, when this woman arrived at such a critical juncture. Dongzi was slightly surprised but mostly pleased, knowing this visit from a female colleague meant he finally had a chance to get out and stretch his legs. Without a second thought, Dongzi bounced out, somewhat endearingly—though 'endearing' for a man might be rather odd—he left with evident delight.

Upon seeing Dongzi, the visiting woman immediately began to exclaim, "Brother Dongzi, this place is incredible! I feel like everything in here is so mysterious, utterly unbelievable."

"What's so unbelievable about it? This is the wealth created by our senior brothers and Master, all so we can better serve everyone and create better conditions," Dongzi replied at this moment in a rather formal, objective manner.

Hong Kun, hearing this, also felt that Dongzi's speech today was different from before, noticeably lacking something. At least this time, Hong Kun truly sensed that Dongzi had matured, having grown beyond his former self.

"Brother Dongzi, my eyelid twitched again today, the right one. Do you think that means something good is coming?" This girl was truly superstitious, traveling all this way just to ask about such a thing.

Dongzi felt a pang of helplessness when he saw her, unsure of how to respond. Last time, he had spoken offhandedly, never expecting his casual remark to come true—the foreman had died that very night after Dongzi mentioned it. Now, Dongzi truly didn't know what to say.

Zhou Huan heard the arrival downstairs and descended from the second floor. He looked at the visitor, then at Dongzi. "Dongzi, what's going on? What is this young lady here for?" After speaking, Zhou Huan’s gaze drifted toward her.

Seeing Zhou Huan looking at her, the girl felt a sudden wave of panic. She sensed the authority of a master, feeling that Zhou Huan was the heaven of this place.

"I—I came to ask Dongzi... to ask him about something!"

"Oh, then you two talk. If there's anything else, you can tell me too." Zhou Huan was actually worried that Dongzi might suddenly start speaking with practiced eloquence one moment and utter nonsense the next, potentially stirring up trouble.

Dongzi looked at Zhou Huan, then at the visiting girl, feeling a bit nervous. He then asked, "Brother, she was just asking me what it means when her left eyelid twitches?"

"Eyelid twitching?" Zhou Huan suddenly recalled that Dongzi had mentioned this to him before—he had told the foreman about the ill omen of a right eyelid twitch, and the foreman died that night. However, if they reasoned by that logic, it made no sense; a ghost wouldn't kill someone just because an eyelid twitched. He fell silent. After a moment, what he said was exactly what Dongzi had told the girl earlier: "Theoretically, an eyelid twitch means eye fatigue, a slight nervous impulse. But according to fortune-telling interpretations, for men, generally, a left eye twitch means wealth, and a right eye twitch means disaster. For women, it's the exact opposite. So, this time, it's a good thing for you—you're coming into money."

Dongzi also thought this was the meaning and kept nodding in fervent agreement with Zhou Huan: "Yes, yes, Brother Huan is right. You're definitely going to have some luck with money today."

After Dongzi finished speaking, he looked at the girl, and Dongzi’s eyes glazed over. Zhou Huan, observing the girl, also broke out in a cold sweat.

Upon hearing this "grand and exciting news," the girl stared at the ceiling as if she had entered a perfect heaven, as if she had suddenly acquired immense wealth. Her eyes filled with fantasy, and she even displayed this reverie physically, a thin line of drool slowly leaking from the corner of her mouth.

Dongzi looked at the girl, perplexed, shaking her eyes with his hand and repeatedly calling out, "Hey, what are you thinking, girl?"

The girl suddenly snapped out of it as if awakened from a dream, instantly regaining her composure. She jumped up ecstatically. "Brother Dong, I’m treating you to dinner today!"

Dongzi stared at Zhou Huan, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. Zhou Huan secretly smirked but stifled his laughter to maintain his dignity. He felt this scene made Dongzi look like he was clowning around with a girl, but it was genuinely amusing.

The Big Radish suddenly rushed out from the back kitchen. Seeing Dongzi’s cold sweat and the girl holding Dongzi’s hand and gesticulating wildly, she naturally felt displeased and immediately placed her hands on her hips, demanding, "Dongzi, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, nothing! It’s a misunderstanding!" Dongzi shot the girl a look, and she immediately released his hand, mumbling vaguely.

"And who is this...?"

"I am Dongzi’s fiancée! Who the heck are you?" The Big Radish burst into a fit of rage, stamping her feet so hard that it terrified the girl.

Turning back, the girl hastily replied, "Sister-in-law, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! I'm Brother Dongzi's little sister; I only see him as a brother. Please don't misunderstand! I invite both of you to dinner tonight!"

The Big Radish’s eyes widened into perfect circles, staring fixedly at the girl, and she roared, "What's your name, and where are you from?"

"My name is Hu Tingting! It’s settled then, I’m treating you to dinner after I finish work tonight, right outside my workplace. You two must come!" After speaking, Hu Tingting turned and fled, her face showing a faint trace of crimson!