50 ghosts' first iron grinding second more

  Ming Yan was right beside me, holding onto me with one hand and reminding me in my ear, "Don't be afraid, Yuan Rui is just a suspicious ghost passing by from somewhere else, he can't see you. The person who took the thing is Chang Yu, I think he's already safely back home now."

  I glanced at him sideways, and he slightly let out a breath. It seems that Chang Yu has succeeded, and this third party I created not only attracted the black hand behind the scenes but also exposed the Yuan family's intentions. None of the Yuan family members are easy to deal with; it seems I'll have to be more careful in my responses from now on.

  That record seems to be not as simple as what Liu Sheng said, otherwise the two parties would not stare at each other like this. At the same time, I finally know why Chu Qi brought me out, it's not a grand feast but also not a good one, he has an ulterior motive.

  Moreover, he had grasped the movements of the Yuan family members, and after calming down his emotions, he carefully closed that secret hidden window. He glanced at Chu Qi, who was calm and composed, and sat down calmly as well, opening a drink and pouring himself a cup.

  "What did you call me here for?"

  "Refreshing!" Chu Qi's cold and stern eyes appraised me, praising: "Talking to intelligent people is indeed efficient. I don't want to beat around the bush, I just want to know why you unconditionally helped the Yuan family? As far as I know, you're just a funeral director at a mortuary, with no connection to the Yuan family whatsoever."

  I snorted, downed the drink, and smiled eerily. "Would you believe me if I said it was because of a ghost?"

  Chu Qi was taken aback at first, then immediately understood what was going on and nodded solemnly. "If you hadn't mentioned seeing my dad, I would have thought your words were a joke, but I actually want to believe this is true because there was no third person present during that conversation."

  Damn it! One minute trying to probe, one minute pretending to be a good person, how despicable! "Believe it or not, I can only say that everything is just a coincidence. Simply put, Yuan Xue's soul cannot rest in peace, so she cannot reincarnate and can only wander the mortal world. Luckily, I can see her, coincidentally helped her once, that's all."

  He chewed on something and wiped the oil stain from the corner of his mouth with a paper towel. "So, what do you know now?"

  Bending around and asking, finally still asked to the last question, damn it! I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

  He cut the lamb chop with a fork and knife, put it in his mouth, raised his eyes and said: "I still say that, you all know where I went. Going to Lao Qi's house is just to complete the leader's assignment. The rules of the museum have been cremated and must be signed by family members, otherwise they will be held responsible. I did go to the Yuan family, but that old fox doesn't trust me, only providing me with information about Lao Qi for investigation. He's good at taking advantage of others' efforts. If you killed him that day, I would be very grateful. What I know is limited, not as much as you do."

  I won't tell you, at least I have a handle to hold onto, it's safer that way!

  Chu Qi raised her legs and leaned back in her chair, slightly curling up the corners of her mouth as she looked at me. The look in her eyes made my hair stand on end, and I felt a sense of unease. What was she planning now?

  "Why be so extreme? If you really hate the Yuan family, why not just quit? Instead, think carefully and consider how to distance yourself from this circle of right and wrong while keeping a low profile. I think your friend who is an outsider also wouldn't want you to be in danger, would they?"

  My hand holding the cup trembled slightly, no matter how good the surface disguise was, the determination was still not deep enough, and it was really impossible to compare with these rivers and lakes. My performance just now had already been seen by Chu Qi, he smiled so calmly, without saying anything.

  I turned my head to look at Ming Yan, originally wanting to seek his opinion, but found that he was a bit off, and the complexion that had just recovered was pale and weak again. I immediately pulled his hand, ignoring Chu Qi's surprised and strange gaze, and asked: "What's wrong with you? What happened to make you so uncomfortable?"

  Ming Yan's face contorted in pain as he forced a smile, "This mansion has been blessed by a superior being and has a divine artifact that wards off evil spirits. I am a soul body, so..."

  I was shocked, turned my head to glare at Chu Qi who didn't know what had happened, took out the Qian Kun bag from Ming Yan's arms and put it away with his treasure. Holding the Qian Kun bag in his hand, he stared coldly at Chu Qi, "You actually hurt my friend, you'd better pray that he's okay. If anything happens to him, even if I become a vengeful spirit, I'll destroy your lair!"

  She walked out of the room with her back to him, her heart full of worry, without thinking about who she had just spoken to in that cold tone. She went downstairs and hailed a taxi on the side of the road, then got in and headed home.

  I must bring Ming Yan back, it seems that the divine artifact has caused him a lot of harm, otherwise he wouldn't have endured such suffering just now.

  It hurts to hate myself, thinking only of how to get along with Chu Qi, without noticing his unusual behavior, always unknowingly forgetting that he is a ghost, even if he is a ghost, there are things that he dislikes.

  Back home, my uncle had already packed up and left a note to go to the mahjong parlor. I'm not going to bother with whether he loses money or not now, what I care about is Ming Yan, taking him out of the Qian Kun bag and putting him on my bed.

  Then he inserted a fragrant incense stick and lit it up, shouting Chang Yu's name in the room, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to look for him.

  Chang Yu this time actually crawled out of the bathroom, bare-chested and covering his chest muscles, timidly poking his head out, "Find me a bath towel, or I won't be able to face anyone."

  I was speechless, the other side's Ming Yan "life" hanging by a thread, and he still looked so carefree! Letting out a long sigh, I suppressed my urge to kill him and went to Uncle's room to get a bath towel, some rarely worn shorts and a undershirt.

  After he came out, he was enjoying rubbing his wet hair, and only spoke when he saw my unhappy face: "What's wrong with you this time? You called me as soon as I got back, do you think I'm a ghost that needs to be summoned?"

  "If you call me again next time, I'll come! Stop talking nonsense and go see that! Ming Yan is in trouble again!" I said with a dark face.

  "Isn't that right?!" Chang Yu exclaimed in a frantic tone, then quickly ran into my room, checking on Ming Yan's condition while listening to me recount the events. She sat on the floor with her chin propped up, looking less worried than before but still not relaxed. Sighing rarely, she said: "This is quite troublesome now?"

  I tensed up at his words and asked, "What's difficult about it? What can be done to save him? You tell me, as long as I can do it."

  Chang Yu shook his head, stood up and emitted a faint glow from both hands. When the light came into contact with Ming Yan's body, it had transformed back to its previous semi-transparent state.

  Chang Yu looked at me and leaned against the wall with a bitter smile, "Do you understand him in this state?"

  I looked at Chang Yu with a somewhat puzzled expression, then glanced at Ming Yan and tentatively said: "Your meaning is that he himself has not recovered yet, and this time his primordial spirit was injured again?"

  A faint breeze blew in through the window, rustling the loose strands of hair on his forehead, drifting gently. I held his hand, hanging my head in guilt, once again because of me...

  He nodded, fiddling with his fingers in an unusually serious and solemn manner. After a long time of contemplation, he said: "Ming Yan is different from other ghost immortals, he's a special case. You should have heard that ghost immortals can't reincarnate because their souls are sealed by time from the moment they start cultivating. Their appearance remains the same as it was before death and won't change."

  "Ming Yan died when he was only a six-year-old child. Originally, we thought that after our enemy died, we could be reincarnated, but the reply from Yan Jun was that we still couldn't be reborn. Do you know why?"

  Chang Yu told me about Ming Yan's past, and in the end, he asked this one sentence.

  I shook my head, completely unaware of the world after death, and only knew that after becoming a ghost, I would go to reincarnation, and nothing else.

  Because he was a six-yin person when he was alive, the reason why he didn't have his previous memories after death is that there was a wicked person who harmed him and secretly extracted one of his yins from him. A ghost with only six souls and six yins is an incomplete soul, and it's already a miracle to exist in this world, reincarnation must be a complete soul, which is undoubtedly a death sentence for Ming Yan who has no memories of his past life. He will stay in the darkness forever, slowly exhausting his primordial spirit as time passes, and then disappear forever. If he doesn't want to become a wandering ghost, the only way is to cultivate himself into a ghost immortal.

  I had no idea that Ming Yan had such a bumpy life, looking at him with a half-transparent face, I felt even more that I was overdoing it, bullying such an honest ghost.

  Chang Yu also said that ordinary ghosts and immortals would descend the mountain after achieving success in their cultivation, find a temple to be worshipped by mortals, and eat incense. However, Ming Yan becoming a ghost immortal could only be a nominal title because he was born with six souls and six spirits without memories. Such a ghost immortal cannot be worshipped or enjoy incense. Even now, his adult state is maintained by his cultivation, but once his primordial spirit disperses and his spiritual energy completely disappears, he will be returned to his original form, turning into a six-year-old child before dissolving into nothingness forever.

  This is also why he became the assistant of the ferryman, sympathizing with those who had the same experience as him. Although Ming Yan was stronger than ordinary ghosts, when encountering sacred objects that drove out evil spirits and calmed the house, Ming Yan would also be rejected due to his incomplete soul. Even if strong, he would suffer from backlash, corroding his primordial spirit.

  The minor injury of Ming Yan would have been fine if he had just rested for a few days, and also because he himself was careful to stay away as much as possible. However, the current him is different, he is not in his prime spiritual power period, plus his primordial spirit has been outside for a long time, his soul body has become extremely weak, and not long ago he was still stubbornly accompanying me to appear in various places during the day, basically already being empty and superficial.

  Thinking of how I treated him before, I felt uneasy and stood up, staring at Chang Yu: "I know you must have a way, tell me what to do to make him recover to his best period? What price to pay, I am willing."

  Chang Yu hesitated, lowering his head and sucking on his thumb, thinking very hard.

  He made me lose patience, walked over and pressed him: "You obviously have a way, why don't you say it out, what are you hesitating about?"

  Chang Yu's tongue licked the edge of his lips, biting his tender red lip, frowning and staring at me, then looking at Ming Yan with a sigh of difficulty, "It's not that I don't want to say it, but this guy won't let me do so, otherwise he wouldn't be like this now."