Chapter 140 is truly something I've never seen before!

Dr. Qian's words weighed heavily on Lin Yan'an's heart like a boulder.

He looked down at Zhong Wan's peaceful sleeping face, reluctantly letting go of her hand, and then got up.

He needs to take action now; he can't wait any longer.

Lin Yan'an pondered the events of the past few days as he went downstairs.

Inside the restaurant, Pei Xingyao was eating while chatting cheerfully with Grandpa Zhou.

Cheng Yanzhou quietly ate the noodles in his bowl.

Uncle Zhao came out of the kitchen carrying bowls and chopsticks and saw Lin Yan'an. He quickly called out, "Yan'an, you're down here! Perfect timing, come and have something to eat."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao, I'll do it."

Lin Yan'an thanked him politely and accepted the gift thoughtfully.

He walked to the dining table, sat down, and greeted Grandpa Zhou, "Grandpa."

"Um,"

Grandpa Zhou nodded and casually asked, "How is she?"

"Grandpa, I'm still asleep. I have something I want to tell you."

Lin Yan'an spoke solemnly, his face serious.

Old Master Zhou put down his cup, glanced at his unusually serious expression, looked upstairs, and nodded in agreement: "Sure, would you like to go to the study?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan'an glanced at the people sitting at the dining table and said, "No need, they all know that."

He continued while eating his noodles, "I just wanted to trouble you to help me contact some people."

Grandpa Zhou raised his gray eyebrows slightly, and asked with great curiosity, "Who are you contacting?"

You know, ever since his eldest grandson came of age, he's become incredibly independent.

I never imagined that I would hear him asking for help in my lifetime. It's truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

"I need your help to contact someone or an organization that can handle paranormal matters."

Lin Yan'an carefully observed Old Master Zhou's expression. When he saw the slightly stunned smile on his face, he lowered his eyes and continued in a deep voice, "There is someone inside who has absolute authority."

"Grandpa probably knows about our film crew's work stoppage. It started because my brother-in-law encountered... well, some problems during filming."

He paused, then turned to Uncle Zhao and asked with concern, "Uncle Zhao, how has Grandpa been lately? Has he had a check-up?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhao turned to look at Old Master Zhou in surprise. The two exchanged a glance, completely bewildered, and then simultaneously looked at Lin Yan'an.

Grandpa Zhou broke the silence first: "What are you trying to do, kid? Your grandpa is perfectly healthy!"

Uncle Zhao quickly added, "Yes, Dr. Qian just took the old man's pulse this morning. His pulse was steady and strong, he's doing well."

Lin Yan'an was relieved, but still gave them a heads-up: "What I'm about to say is a bit supernatural, well, something beyond our comprehension. Grandpa, don't worry, it won't hurt anyone. It's just that my brother-in-law got a lot of flak."

"And Wanwan, she was also exhausted and is still unconscious."

Old Master Zhou's expression was strange and serious. He tapped his cane with his fingers, stared intently at Lin Yan'an, narrowed his eyes, and pondered, "What exactly is it?"

Lin Yan'an turned to Pei Xingyao, who had already finished eating and drinking, and instructed her, "Yaoyao, go and get that drawing paper and brush."

"Good le,"

Pei Xingyao happily agreed, and couldn't wait to turn around and run to get the things to give them to him.

Lin Yan'an withdrew his gaze and looked at Grandpa Zhou to continue explaining: "The one who interfered with the film crew's schedule and angrily scolded my brother-in-law was the obsession attached to that calligraphy brush."

"An obsession that comes from a thousand years ago and belongs to the Tang Dynasty."

"Obsession?"

Grandpa Zhou frowned, looking at Lin Yan'an with great confusion: "Obsession can even curse?"

"It's a ghost, Great-Grandpa."

Pei Xingyao ran over excitedly, carrying her things.

As she spoke, she neatly placed the items in front of Grandpa Zhou: "Great-Grandpa, look, Dad got scolded terribly after he got this calligraphy brush."

"And this one, this was drawn by my aunt."

Grandpa Zhou lowered his eyes and looked at the ordinary-looking calligraphy brush, his face full of questions.

But when his gaze fell upon the drawing, upon seeing the image of an ancient middle-aged man resting with his eyes closed,

"This gentleman is Du Qian, courtesy name Zigong, who served as Left Reminder during the Kaiyuan era of the Tang Dynasty."

"What Wanwan paints is his obsession, which is... ghosts."

“Grandpa, Mr. Du is not an evil spirit. He has been persistent for thousands of years, and all he seeks is the truth. I will revise the script based on the true history he provided, but we are unable to complete the ‘Records of Folk Customs’ that he recorded about the lives of ordinary people in the Tang Dynasty on our own. So whether it is to protect it, to research it, or to make it public in an appropriate way, we need your help, Grandpa.”

"Please help me contact the department that can handle these matters. Mr. Du Qian and his life's work, 'Records of Folk Customs,' deserve to be taken over and protected by the state. This is also Wanwan's wish."

"I don't want her to have to face all of this alone anymore,"

"And it's not just Mr. Du; there may be new ghosts clinging to their lingering desires in the future..."

Lin Yan paused for a moment, then looked at Grandpa Zhou with pleading eyes: "Grandpa, I hope you can help Wanwan so that she doesn't have to face these things alone anymore, but please don't restrict her, okay?"

This is a classic case of wanting both: wanting state protection but not wanting state restrictions.

Old Master Zhou kept his words in mind but didn't respond. Instead, he continued to look down at the drawing paper in front of him.

But the next second he saw the eyes slowly opening on the drawing paper. His eyes were calm as water, but they could not hide the desolation in them.

Upon seeing this, Old Master Zhou was startled, his eyes widened instantly, and his pupils contracted.

On the pristine white paper, fine black threads slowly seeped from the ink marks, growing thicker and darker until they suddenly rose rapidly upwards, dancing and flowing before the audience.

Everyone was shocked and stood up, looking up at what they saw. Lin Yan'an calmly observed everything before him, looking at his grandfather's astonished face, and then at the black mist drifting in the air.

"Mr. Du, I apologize for disturbing you."

Lin Yan'an stood up, then pulled out the chair next to him and said in a deep voice, "Please sit down, thank you for coming out in person."

The moment he finished speaking, the black mist seemed to find its way, stopping steadily beside Lin Yan'an. The mist descended, enveloping a human-shaped figure, before vanishing instantly.

The moment the black mist dissipated, the figure on the drawing paper appeared before everyone.

"Mr. Du!"

Even though they had already met once, Pei Xingyao still couldn't help but feel excited upon seeing them again.

This is truly unbelievable, a thousand-year-old ghost at that!

Hearing her voice, Du Qian turned his head and saw the transparent figure nod slightly.

His gaze swept over the shocked Grandpa Zhou and Uncle Zhao, bypassed the still somewhat nervous Cheng Yanzhou, and finally landed on Lin Yan'an beside him.

"Young friend Lin, there's no need for such formalities."

Du Qian's voice was much gentler than before. The sorrow between his brows was still there, but he gave people a much more relaxed feeling than before: "It is I, Du, who have disturbed your peace and caused you trouble."