Chapter 3 of the Six Laws

  With a doubtful heart, he asked with an incredulous tone: "What skeleton? I don't recall ever saving you."

  He still didn't believe me, getting a bit anxious, took another step forward and grabbed my right hand, pointing at the band-aid on my index finger. "On Qingming Festival it rained, you buried a child's remains, your finger was injured by the bones, you must remember this!"

  He was so emotionally agitated that he shocked me, honestly nodding, vigilantly looking at him, carefully withdrawing his hand to rub it.

  I didn't dare to look him in the eye, because I discovered that this guy was actually pretending all along. His cowardice and timidity were just an act for me to see. When he really got angry, like just now, his eyes were surprisingly resolute, almost like a completely different person from before.

  I swallowed my saliva, and in my heart I was thinking about his intentions. On the surface, as calmly as possible, I asked him: "What I buried is a child's remains, even if it were anyone else, they wouldn't think that you are him, so why are you so excited?"

  "I...". Ming Yan looked at me apologetically, seeing that I was rubbing my wrist and knowing that he had just hurt me. He didn't know what to say for a moment, stuttering out an apology. "I was only trying to remind you, not intentionally hurting you. What I said earlier wasn't a lie, it's really true that you saved me. My tomb has gone through the changes of time and is now in shambles. Not long ago, after a heavy rain, my bones gradually appeared on the surface. For a ghost like me who has undergone soul transmigration, this wouldn't be a big deal, at most it would affect my fate. But for me, it's a fatal injury."

  He said that his bones would be exposed outside, and his primordial spirit would also be summoned back into the residual harm of his body. After experiencing prolonged exposure to sunlight, his spiritual energy would dissipate, and he would then face a fate of soul dispersal. He said that if no one appeared to bury him within another week, he would truly disappear from this world.

  It just so happened that it was a cloudy day and also the Qingming Festival, he expected someone to pass by there sweeping the tomb and bury his bones. Unexpectedly, God really helped him, not only did I pass by there to save him, but also infused my own blood into his bones, which also allowed his weak primordial spirit to recover its spiritual power, and was able to move freely with me leaving.

  After listening to it, I just feel that it's a bit like a fairy tale, and it feels mysterious. Moreover, this is also too coincidental! Is this really the uncle's so-called fate?

  I was half-believing and half-doubting, adapting to accept reality. As long as it didn't pose a threat to me or my uncle, then so be it if he wanted to stay. But...

  "Alright, no need to explain anymore, I can accept reality. I don't care about being the master or anything, I'm letting you stay. Whether you repay my kindness or not is up to you, just don't cause me any more trouble and I'll thank you for that. But don't forget our three rules, you can't interfere with my life again!"

  I tilted my head to remind him of our agreement and said, "All I can do to help them is within the scope of my abilities. As for helping ghosts settle their grievances, consider it a favor if you don't ask me again, I really don't have that kind of skill. If you have the ability, go accumulate virtue and do good deeds yourself. I'm human, there's no way for me to intervene in your ghost world. Moreover, people all have a selfish side, compassion also depends on the situation, and tolerance has its limits. Now that we've said it out loud, if something like this happens again in the future, don't blame me when I get angry, and if I say something unpleasant at that time, don't blame me for being uncultured."

  Songkou let him stay, Mingyan was very happy to hear that. However, the worry in his eyes did not disappear, it could be seen that he really wanted to help the little girl, and didn't know how to deal with this trouble afterwards.

  After that day, I never saw the little girl again, but at the funeral, I learned her name was Yuan Xue, a name as gentle and beautiful as snow, quiet and lovely, like a dream.

  Although I didn't agree to help them, I still learned some information about wrongly killed people in occasional conversations.

  Some people, due to their obsession, change their original good intentions and become irrational, doing things that harm others and themselves. These are all caused by losing rationality from waiting for the truth for a long time.

  And a pure soul like Yuan Xue, although she won't go astray, will also suffer greatly from the torment and waiting.

  Every time he says this, Ming Yan can feel it deeply and observes me very carefully, afraid that I will say something wrong and won't listen.

  I understand that he wants to use his story, his personal experience to move me to help Yuan Xue. However, he doesn't know the difficulties I'm facing, does he?

  He didn't force me to do anything, and I didn't categorically deny anything like before. I just told him that I need some time to think carefully and will give him an answer after figuring it out. Although it may seem evasive, I'm also very conflicted.

  In the evening after work, I planned to go home with my uncle and came to his department, but didn't see him in the office. Instead, I received a call from their department head.

  "Xiao Yue, finally got through, hurry up and drive to XX hospital, Lao Yin suddenly fainted today, I'm already with him in the ambulance, you come quickly!"