Chapter 4, Grandmother

You commanded.

No," Qin Ye replied calmly, meeting the other person's gaze

She leaned forward, staring intently at Qin Ye, her face full of wrinkles appearing exceedingly eerie, and said with a smile: "Have you... heard of such things?"

Dog egg ah

Grandmother's wrinkled hand paused for a moment, her gaze somewhat complex, as she looked deeply at Qin Ye: "In front of me, nothing can be hidden... As long as you have had a lifespan, as long as you were once 'human,' as long as you are still a living being, your past is crystal clear."

I remember that I was lying in bed

Grandmother's hand has gently brushed over the photograph, and she sighed softly: "I originally intended to offer my heart to the bright moon, yet the bright moon only illuminates the ditches..."

In his eyes, if the black aura swirling around him could be likened to a bonfire, then the aura emanating from this old woman was akin to the beacon fires of the Great Wall

"Do not call me grandmother, I cannot bear it." The withered lips of grandmother smiled as she looked at Qin Ye as if he were a dead person: "Have you heard a legend?"

Buddha once said, "If I do not enter hell, who will enter hell?" Qin Ye had a resolute expression, comparable to that of revolutionary martyrs: "Boss, we must learn to give newcomers opportunities. Jobs are hard to find these days. The complaints of young people may not be genuine grievances, but rather an infinite yearning for promotions and salary increases.

Name: Qin Ye (nickname: Dog Egg)

So...! ... Why do you, with your extraordinary skills and remarkable physique, choose to eat and drink for free in my humble little shop where food is scarce? ! Ghost-type spirit, could you please return to your Poké Ball obediently?

Grandmother..." After a few seconds of murmuring, Qin Ye finally stood up with a frown, gritting his teeth yet forcing a smile: "You... is this going 'down' again?"

Qin Ye grimaced and rubbed his waist as he stood up: "No."

Place of origin: Liu Er Tuozi Village, Gazi Gou, Tang'an County, Qingguang City

Hurry up and leave! Even free food and accommodation should have a time limit, shouldn't it

These golden rays reveal the essence of Buddhism, and one can even see rootless golden lotuses flourishing and perishing within them. Countless tiny, faintly visible Sanskrit characters flow like veins. However, this essence of Buddhism brings indescribable pain to my grandmother

Qin Ye glanced at his grandmother's expression and tentatively asked, "What exactly is it? Could you at least let me know?"

Qin Ye spoke with a serious expression, saying: "Do not speak nonsense, it is a matter of light refraction. From a scientific perspective, Canadian neuroscientist Michael Persinger has proven that exposing the temporal lobe of the brain to changing electromagnetic fields can induce experiences similar to haunting... Furthermore, toxicologist Albert Donnely has hypothesized that prolonged exposure to certain substances, such as carbon monoxide, formaldehyde, and pesticides, can create environments reminiscent of hauntings..."

What is going on

No breath at all

The ominous energy is overwhelming, as if it were a tangible substance. Comparing myself to her is like comparing a firefly to the bright moon. This is no longer just a matter of ghosts; it is as if the King of Hell is present in the world

Grandmother did not care about him at all, smiling as she took a puff of her cigarette: "Only those who have once experienced the vastness of the sea will not lose themselves in the ugliness or kindness of human nature. This shadowy imprint, I am confident, has not been given in vain."

Yes, Xiao Qin, hurry to the hospital! If you run out of money, just let me know. Your grandmother is getting old, and we cannot afford any delays, so hurry! We have already dialed 120.

Grandma raised her eyebrows: "Hmm?"

Qin Ye was taken aback for a moment. As he returned, the crowd parted. A middle-aged man in his forties was pacing back and forth at his doorstep. Upon seeing him return, he stepped forward and grasped his hand, letting out a long sigh: "Xiao Qin... you need to be mentally prepared for the library."

Grandmother did not respond. Qin Ye swallowed hard and mustered the courage to say, "Even if you won't tell me what it is, at least you should tell me your name and why you have come to the human realm. I can sense the yin energy on you..."

"Strange." Grandmother gently tapped her pipe and said, "It doesn't make sense... it should be right around this county..."

As soon as the door was opened, an elderly man with white hair was seen lying on the bed with his hands crossed. He took a deep breath, trembling as he extended his hand to check his breath and pressed on his pulse

Where is it exactly? Unable to find it, everything is mere talk... Hundreds of billions of malevolent spirits are flooding into the world, and the current minor supernatural events are merely a prelude...

Grandmother squinted her eyes, seemingly in meditation amidst the swirling clouds and mist. Qin Ye tentatively said: "It's not that we don't welcome you... Speaking of which, you are also a fellow villager from 'below'... However! Living in the mortal realm requires money, specifically those bright red paper bills. You see, you just show up without a word, wherever you stay, you settle down... At least give me some time to prepare psychologically, right?"

Still no answer

Quite busy, aren't you

Not much left

What they need is an opportunity! An opportunity to showcase their abilities!

Your aura... in the underworld, you are certainly not an ordinary ghost messenger

"I gave you a week to adjust, and you still haven't gotten used to it?" Grandma finally put down her cigarette, her wrinkled face looking somewhat surprised as she gazed at Qin Ye

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On this street, every day, everyone's doors are open, which contrasts with the urban indifference found in big cities. Amid the concern of the neighbors, Qin Ye's gaze flickered, and then he suddenly dashed towards home

Qin Ye shook his head solemnly

"I, an old woman, have always despised overachievers." Grandmother took out a one-foot-long water pipe, lit it, and took a gentle puff, enveloped in a cloud of smoke: "Have you found 'it' yet?"

Having gone through such years, you can still maintain this cheerful and positive mindset... You are quite remarkable, truly remarkable. I have a great fondness for you

Qin Ye was digging in his ears: "What are you saying? I don't understand at all. It seems so profound."

Tenure: 5 days, 13 hours, 27 minutes, and 6 seconds

The man pressed his lips together and said softly, "Just now... your grandmother suddenly fainted and lost her breath..."

Leaning against the door, he lowered his head. His hand weakly lifted, as if wanting to cover his eyes. In this silence, a low, deep laughter finally escaped his lips, and the hand that was meant to cover his eyes clenched tightly into a fist

In just a few seconds of being lifted, the cold sweat on her forehead was dripping down relentlessly

Date of Birth: October 1, 1938

What is going on?

It is said that those who have consumed Tai Sui may experience one of two possibilities

The skin still belonged to an old person, however...! ... The left arm, from the elbow upwards, surprisingly exhibited a translucent hue! Moreover, a faint golden light emanated from the bones and muscles!

Having spoken, he closed the door, isolating himself from the discussions beyond it

"Don't you think the space is too small?" Grandma let out a cold laugh, straightened her back, and sat up. With chicken skin and crane hair, her face was full of wrinkles, and she was dressed in a black robe. From a meter away, she flicked her fingers casually, and Qin Ye let out a wail, holding his forehead and crouching down.

Inhale, exhale, and with a voice that calms the mountains and rivers, grandmother declared the end of this exchange with a resounding: "Get lost!"

Position: Trainee Ghost Messenger

You also have your day today

I see..." Grandmother sighed softly, her finger beckoning, and a black, ancient, and ominous book flew out from Qin Ye's chest. Grandmother gently opened it, revealing folded pages resembling ancient texts, and on the first page was a striking photograph of Qin Ye.

She took a deep breath and said, "Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, I will tell you everything."

Qin Ye's expression darkened instantly

The bed board is too hard, let me change your position

Silence

After a few seconds of eye contact, Grandma withdrew her gaze, her smile turning grim: "That is strange... your name is not on the death register. A week ago, in the middle of the night, I knocked on your door, and you were actually able to see me..."

Family members: Grandfather (deceased), Parents (deceased)

Grandmother reined in her smile, lightly tapping her pipe on the table, and after a long pause, she spoke: "I know you have many questions. Including why I found you late at night a week ago, and why I am here. However ... ... "

Doesn't your conscience hurt for taking advantage of my hospitality without any cost?

First, it is to become a soulless monster. Secondly..." She gently tapped her bony fingers on the table: "It is to achieve immortality.

Grandma's lips twitched: "The 'young people' of 1938... It seems that after the passage of time, not only has there been an increase in shamelessness, but also a strong desire to survive"

However, this photograph is not just a few inches in size, but rather...! ... a black and white photo completely formed by the condensation of black and white essence

However ... ...

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You should also be aware that with your status, being neither alive nor dead, you are actually rejected by both sides, and how important this civil servant certificate is to you

He stood silently at the head of the bed for a full two minutes, the old man not moving at all. Suddenly, he walked out of the house and nodded to the people outside, saying: "Thank you, everyone, for your help. I have already given the medicine to my grandmother. It's nothing serious, just an old ailment. Now my grandmother has recovered, and I will check on her first. I will come back to express my gratitude tomorrow"

Hehe... not busy, not busy. Qin Ye forced a smile as he withdrew his hand, striving to conceal the tool used for the crime

He paused for a moment and blinked his eyes

The scene is momentarily frozen

Before the words had left his mouth, a dull sound suddenly resonated from his forehead, and Qin Ye was directly propelled two meters away, crashing onto the bed

He rushed to the bedside, roughly grabbing his grandmother's body. The elderly woman's frame was light, and Qin Ye's eyes were filled with excitement as he scanned the surroundings. There was no shortage of coffins in the funeral procession; he kicked open one coffin and haphazardly stuffed her inside. Familiar with the tools, he bit down on a nail while holding a hammer in his hand, just as he was about to bring the hammer down. The old woman in the coffin had opened her eyes at some point, gazing at him with a haunting look.

Qin Ye fell silent for a moment and tentatively asked: "When the moon rises above the willow tips, do people meet after dusk?"

Then go!

He casually tossed the notebook to Qin Ye, who received it with a flattering smile. Bowing slightly, he said, "If there is anything, please let me know."

She rolled up her sleeves and gazed thoughtfully out the window: "The mortal realm has already sensed the great changes in the underworld... The time left for me is running short..."

It is a pity... This young man has a good disposition, yet he has seen far too much, too slick... He has experienced too many things. Not only does he achieve immortality, but he also never grows up, maintaining the age he was back then. He lives in this deceitful human world with such a distorted identity... I originally wanted to teach him more, but unfortunately...

Watching Qin Ye walk outside while sighing, my grandmother's expression was incredibly complex. It was not until the sound of washing came from outside that she solemnly pulled up the sleeve of her left robe.

YEAH ! !

When her dry, bony hand was placed on the photograph, Qin Ye's black-and-white posthumous portrait momentarily rippled. Before she could wipe it away, another hand had already firmly pressed down on it.

She stood up, her white hair dancing in the wind: "There is no time left..."

Grandmother leisurely poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and spat it out: "The tea in the mortal realm is still so unpleasant."