Chapter 2: Special Abilities
The sudden sound made Cheng Zihuan slightly stunned, she looked around but didn't see anyone, then lowered her head to look at her little sister who was chasing a butterfly in front of her, seeing that she didn't seem to have heard the sound either.
What's going on?
"I'm on you." The weak man's voice came out again.
Cheng Zihan this time really heard it clearly, that voice, as if it came from her own brain.
She was startled by this realization, is there something in her own brain? Will it eat away at its own brains?
But thinking carefully again, it doesn't seem possible after all. How can a person run into another person's brain? And eating away the brain matter is even more impossible.
Is it a ghost?
I remember seeing on TV that some people's souls attach to certain objects after they die and can only communicate with others through brain waves, I'm afraid that's what's happening to me now.
She died and can still be reborn, indeed nothing is impossible anymore.
After calming down, she began to try to communicate with the other party. Since the other party's voice came from her brain, it should be possible to communicate with consciousness, right?
"Who are you? Why are you on me? Where are you now?"
Cheng Zihan asked several questions she was concerned about in one breath.
The other person seemed to be somewhat fatigued, took a deep breath, and weakly replied: "I, I am in the jade pendant on your chest. As for why I'm on you now, can't you ask me after we leave this place? There's a landlord temple up ahead, and I'm extremely weak right now, I could be killed at any moment."
Cheng Zihan heard the words and looked forward, indeed there was a small land temple there, that thing didn't know how many years ago left behind, early has been dilapidated, but some old people in rural areas are more superstitious, instead always someone is worshiping.
"Zixi, we're going back."
Cheng Zihan thought for a moment, this person can't just appear on his body without any reason, it seems that there must be some reason. Before figuring it out, he can't let him really die, no, he seemed to have already died.
Cheng Zixi was originally chasing after the butterfly, still playing happily. After hearing Cheng Zihan's words, he ran back with some displeasure, his eyes still glancing backwards at the butterfly.
Cheng Zihan also took a glance at the butterfly, its black wings adorned with some colorful powdery substance, and indeed it looked beautiful.
"Through thick and thin, till death do us part. The vastness of the universe, only you are my sole reliance. Without you, how can I face the loneliness of this life? How can I face it?" Just as Cheng Zihan was watching the butterfly, he suddenly heard such a literary phrase.
She was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't see anyone else. The voice was also unfamiliar, not the same as the person from earlier. Who could it be? Was today a day to encounter ghosts? Did she encounter a ghost on her way out?
Cheng Zihan thought about it and couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.
"You must remember, as long as I'm alive, you absolutely cannot die before me." Just as he was about to leave, the voice suddenly rose again with a mournful and resentful tone.
Cheng Zihan turned back again and found that except for the butterfly, there were no other living things around. Was it this butterfly that was speaking just now?
"Ah, Ying Tai, Ying Tai——" Just as I was thinking, another mournful cry came over.
"Is that...?" Cheng Zihan's mouth twitched as he stared at the butterfly not far away, but in his heart, he was puzzled, wondering if this butterfly could be the legendary Liang Shanbo from the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
But when did Liangshanbo become so mushy? It's really strange.
Cheng Zihan just thought that today was a bad day and didn't pay much attention to it, and took Cheng Zixi back home.
When they arrived home, Grandma Lai Ying was sitting in the living room smoking a cigarette. Seeing Cheng Zihan and Cheng Zixi come in, she didn't give them a good face, but just hummed coldly and turned her head away.
Cheng Zihan didn't care, after all, she was born in an era that valued boys over girls, and especially in a rural area where this preference was even more pronounced. It's normal for the old village woman to be unfriendly towards her daughter, especially since Li Lan had given birth to two granddaughters in one breath; it would be strange if she didn't have a bad attitude.
Cheng Zihan pulled Cheng Zixi back to her own room, which was the room she shared with her sister and parents. There were two beds in the small space.
The house where they currently live is still under the name of Cheng Shihao, a pre-liberation building. As soon as you enter the door, it's the living room, and on both sides are the houses where Cheng Tzu-han and others live. Further inside is Lai Ying's own room, while Cheng Shihao lives in a room behind the divine building.
The house was a brick and wood structure, with a small attic separated by wooden boards. On the right side were two miscellaneous houses. The whole house occupied more than 100 square meters of land. At that time, the houses allocated to each family were roughly the same size, also allocated according to the number of people in the household. In an era where having many children was beneficial for getting things done, the more children born at home, the more welfare benefits they enjoyed. Therefore, Cheng Shihao and his wife enthusiastically responded to the country's call, giving birth to five sons and daughters in one breath.
Now that the daughters are all married and the sons have bought houses in the city, when they come back to see their elderly parents, there are only a few of them. Only during Chinese New Year or other festivals will someone come over for a visit, bringing some gifts, but also taking away many things from home.
As for those relatives in her impression, Cheng Zihan had never had a very good feeling.
After entering the room, Cheng Zihan sat down and began to communicate with the guy who was temporarily living in his own jade pendant.

