Chapter 134: Ask The Lifespan-borrowing Ghost Directly
“What agreement? I don’t know!” Jiang Beishu panicked. How would he know any agreement? He didn’t even know when he borrowed the lifespan!
Nan Yuanman had a “are you stupid?” expression: “If you don’t know, just go ask your father and mother. If your father and mother don’t know, ask your grandpa and grandma. After all, borrowing lifespan without the person involved or kinship present can’t be done.”
Jiang Beishu quickly took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Mother.
Jiang Mother’s mobile phone vibrated again. After discarding a tile, she picked up the phone and glanced at it: “Hey! What day is it today? Why is that kid A Shu calling me again?”
Normally, this kid wouldn’t call her for ten days or half a month. Even his messages were just asking for money. Was the sun rising from the west today? He called her twice in a row.
“Two Bamboo, what’s up? Your child calls you and you’re not happy? Unlike my boy, who goes into the wild all day saying he wants to be a botanist. He doesn’t call for half a year, and his messages to me are group texts.” The woman sitting to her left clicked her tongue and complained.
“Pung, A Yin, answer it quick. Maybe there’s something important.”
Su Yin cleared her throat, answered the call, and before she could speak, she heard Jiang Beishu tremblingly ask: “Mom, I… when I had a serious illness at ten years old, did you… did you borrow lifespan from a ghost?”
Su Yin: “???” What the heck?
She incredulously took the phone away to look. The screen showed her dead son’s name, alright!
Su Yin put the phone back to her ear: “What the heck? You’re not my son, right? Stole his phone and made an AI-synthesized voice scam call? You won’t say my son is in your hands and ask me to pay ransom, will you?”
“If not, then tear up the ticket!”
Jiang Beishu choked: “…”
He said helplessly: “Mom, I really am your son, not an AI-synthesized voice scam call. I… I’ve really experienced some pretty metaphysics stuff these past few days. Think carefully: when I had a serious illness at ten, did you really do nothing? Didn’t borrow lifespan from a ghost or anything?”
“Jiang Beishu, did all those books you read go into a dog’s stomach? Turned your human brain into a dog brain? What era is this? Where do ghosts come from? You stopped going to the bar recently and switched to being a Taoist priest?” Su Yin asked irritably.
“Just tell me, did it happen or not!” Jiang Beishu was anxious too.
Su Yin: “No! Who would do such a morally bankrupt thing! I’m telling you, Jiang Beishu, if you keep messing with this mystical stuff, I’ll go back and beat your buttocks to pieces!”
With that, Su Yin hung up with a snap.
Jiang Beishu wasn’t willing to give up and called Jiang Father. The answer was still no, plus concern that his brain had issues from drinking and advice to quickly get a neurology check.
Jiang Beishu: “…”
Jiang Beishu’s originally anxious heart was calmed quite a bit by his parents’ divine operations. He sighed deeply, looking fatigued, and said in a slightly dead tone: “Dad, I’m serious. If you keep hiding it and not telling me, then just wait to collect your son’s corpse.”
Jiang Father: “…Just telling you to get a neurology check and you want to die? It’s not that serious, right?”
“Besides, that thing you mentioned, borrowing lifespan from a ghost, I really don’t know! In our family, only your grandpa was into that mystical stuff all day, but your grandpa has been dead for three years. How am I supposed to ask? Go down there and ask?”
Jiang Beishu was speechless for a moment.
He hung up on Jiang Father and looked at Nan Yuanman with teary eyes: “My parents both don’t know. The only possibility is my grandpa, but my grandpa… has been dead for three years.”
“What to do, Master.”
He really didn’t want to hear the skeleton clacking around in the room every night when he slept, nor turn around every day to see a skeleton standing behind him!
He was scared!
The more Jiang Beishu thought, the more he felt he was doomed. Sadness welled up uncontrollably, and this grown man squatted on the ground and cried out loud.
Zheng Feiyu: “???”
Nan Yuanman: “!”
She said at a loss: “Hey! Don’t cry! This isn’t unsolvable. How about I summon him up, and you ask him who borrowed the lifespan from him for you back then, and what the agreed conditions were!”
Jiang Beishu, tears streaming: “Really?”
“Really.” Nan Yuanman nodded: “But that ghost can’t possess you. You’re already living on borrowed lifespan. If it possesses you, it will take away your remaining lifespan, and you’ll die!”
Can’t possess him? Then…
Jiang Beishu’s gaze slowly fell on Zheng Feiyu.
Zheng Feiyu pointed at himself: “?”
“Old Jiang, you don’t want the ghost to possess me, do you?”
Zheng Feiyu stood up to leave, but Jiang Beishu pounced and hugged his leg, crying snot and tears: “Old Zheng! Consider it me begging you to help a brother out! Isn’t there a saying about loyalty for brothers? Just help me this once, and I’ll be your ox and horse to repay you later!”
Nan Yuanman blinked her eyes watching, and nodded. She remembered: in the future, for brothers, you had to do loyalty.
The little dumpling somewhat bewilderedly looked at her own ribs on both sides, but why did helping brothers require sticking knives into both ribs?
Zheng Feiyu’s pants nearly got yanked down. He grabbed the waistband, face red with exertion: “Don’t even think about it! That’s letting a ghost possess!”
No matter how good the brother, it wasn’t worth him going that far!
“Just this once, help me this once, and the land in North City is yours!” Jiang Beishu hugged him tightly and said.
Zheng Feiyu paused, then nodded crisply: “Deal.”
One possession for land worth three billion—he wasn’t losing.
He tugged his belt and kicked Jiang Beishu: “Let go.”
Zheng Feiyu looked at Nan Yuanman and asked: “Can I let the ghost possess me to ask questions?”
“No.” Nan Yuanman shook her head: “It has to be him personally, or someone with kinship to him.”
Despair showed on Jiang Beishu’s face, but then he heard Nan Yuanman say: “You can ask without possession. There are other ways.”
Jiang Beishu breathed a big sigh of relief: “What way?”
Nan Yuanman: “Spirit mediumship.”
Zheng Feiyu: “Spirit mediumship?”
Nan Yuanman nodded, ran to get the small shoulder bag, and had Zheng Feiyu and Jiang Beishu clear the coffee table.
She took out the incense burner from the small shoulder bag, then took out a dish plate stained with incense ash.
It was really a dish plate, the white porcelain kind ordinary people have at home.
Jiang Beishu didn’t dare breathe, watching Nan Yuanman like Doraemon, pulling out a bunch of things from that bulging small shoulder bag, and even… a bag of rice, two red candles!
My goodness, how did this small shoulder bag fit all these things?
Nan Yuanman lit the incense, first held three sticks to worship, inserted them into the incense burner, then gave Jiang Beishu three sticks to worship.
After Jiang Beishu finished worshipping, Nan Yuanman took some incense ash from the three sticks in his hand and put it into the dish plate, then grabbed three handfuls of rice into it.
The rice and incense ash mixed together and automatically formed three characters.
The character on the left: Yes.
The character on the right: No.
Jiang Beishu widened his eyes, watching this magical scene, nearly forgetting to breathe.
After confirming the characters, Nan Yuanman lit the candles and shoved a pair of chopsticks into the stunned Jiang Beishu’s hand: “Okay, ready to start. You can ask now.”
Jiang Beishu was dizzy, and upon suddenly hearing this, he subconsciously asked: “When I was ten, was it my grandpa who helped me borrow lifespan from you?”
As soon as he spoke, an invisible, cold power controlled the chopsticks in his hand and slowly began to move.
