Zhan Jinhua and her group of five were still talking in trembling voices even after they entered the house.

It was a dark, windy night, and the wind was gusting. It was so damn scary. Especially since these people had done something bad and had a guilty conscience, they were even more afraid of the "ghost" knocking on the door.

On the other side, the atmosphere among Master Yiyuan and his assistant was much more cheerful.

While driving, the assistant complimented him, "Master, you're amazing! You made so much money with just a few words! If I could meet a few such great clients a month, I could live a life of luxury with you all day long. Hahaha..."

Master Yiyuan said proudly, "You still have a lot to learn, boy! Work hard, and the master will not treat you unfairly!"

The young man Yuan Jie, who was outside the image, couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard the conversation between the master and the disciple.

The scene at the cemetery had been so serious, it had left Yuan Jie feeling a pang of anxiety, a chill running down her spine. She hadn't expected them to be two charlatans. She just didn't know how long these two beasts, Zhan Jinhua and Qian Jindou, could be fooled by this "great wizard."

In a place invisible to everyone, Sun Xiaohao's soul floated in the air for a long time. He saw how his biological parents couldn't wait to burn his body to ashes, how they made up lies about his death, and how Yuan Jie, who was scarred by his trick, cried heartbrokenly at the news of his death.

At this moment, he truly understood that in this world, only his adoptive parents were truly kind to him wholeheartedly and would never cheat or harm him.

Before he died, he wished his adoptive parents would suddenly appear and save him from the dire situation! Unfortunately, he had already cut off his own escape route, and it was too late to regret.

God knows how terrified he was when he heard several people in the cemetery discussing how to destroy his soul to ashes and prevent it from being reborn forever.

He no longer dared to think about the excruciating pain of myeloablative chemotherapy, and the 49 days of heart-wrenching torture described by the wizard made him wish he could die there again.

Oh my God, even if he left behind some sins in the human world, he shouldn't be punished so severely, right? If there is an afterlife, can't I just atone for my sins?

When Master Yiyuan began the ritual, Sun Xiaohao's heart nearly jumped out of his throat. But something went wrong; even after the ritual was over, he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain, and his spirit remained united.

He didn't know how long it had been before he heard a disembodied voice from afar: "Go, go, go and atone your sins..."

Then, a video appeared before his eyes. In it stood a woman in her thirties with a pregnant belly. "Who is this? Mom?"

Wasn't that his mother, Yuan Jie, whom he'd been thinking about so much before his death? Why was she so young? Her belly?

Sun Xiaohao finally remembered. This was when he was six years old. Yuan Jie was six or seven months pregnant at the time. However, he was instigated by his biological parents, who worried that Yuan Jie would lose her love for him or abandon him directly if she had other children.

So, following the instructions of his biological mother Zhan Jinhua, he took the opportunity to lead her to the fire escape of the hospital. As soon as she chased in, Zhan Jinhua, who had been waiting behind the fire escape door, pushed her down the stairs from behind.

That day, he knew he was in big trouble. He didn't dare cry or shout, and was eventually taken home by Zhan Jinhua. A few days later, they found that the whole city was looking for him with missing person notices, so they found the right opportunity and secretly left him at a breakfast stall next to the hospital.

He still couldn't figure out what kind of deep hatred they had that would make them go to such extremes.

Thinking of this, Sun Xiaohao felt an unprecedented sense of guilt towards Yuan Jie and Sun Aimin. He secretly vowed that if there was an afterlife, he would work like a slave to repay them. If there was an afterlife, he would also make sure Zhan Jinhua and Qian Jindou knew what "retribution" meant.

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After the images of Master Yiyuan and his assistant disappeared, no new images appeared in front of the young Yuan Jie's eyes as before, but she fell into endless darkness.

At this moment, she heard faint voices in her ears.

"Professor Fan, how is my wife doing now? Is there any hope for her to wake up?" This was Sun Aimin's voice.

Professor Fan, whom Sun Aimin was referring to, replied, "Right now, your wife's condition isn't very optimistic. The main obstacle to treatment is the baby in her womb. If the baby can be removed in time, there's a better chance she'll wake up! Otherwise, there's a high probability of two deaths."

This voice sounded familiar to Yuan Jie. Where had she heard it before? Yuan Jie thought carefully: Professor Fan? Expert Fan? Yes, that was him, Fan Hua, the one who had sent Sun Xiaohao to his doom.

What was he going to do now? Was he going to get rid of his unborn child? He was in cahoots with that Zhan Jinhua and the others, so he definitely had bad intentions.

No, this can’t be done, wake up quickly, wake up quickly! Yuan Jie kept giving herself this kind of psychological hint, but she felt like she was being oppressed by a ghost, and there was no place on her body that could move.

At this time, Sun Aimin took a deep breath, leaned over to Yuan Jie's ear and whispered: "Wife, I can't protect you and Erbao. I'm useless. But I won't let anything happen to you. When you wake up, you can hit me or scold me, I..."

Sun Aimin hadn't finished his words when he started to choke up.

Yuan Jie has been in the intensive care unit for nearly two months. When her work was put on hold for half a month, she was completely replaced by her former apprentice.

In 1997, his salary was already 3,000 yuan, and his apprentice Wang Gang had been learning from him for a while. The dishes he made were 80% similar to his own in appearance, aroma and taste. If he had not encountered particularly difficult customers, he would have been able to handle the meal on his own.

Wang Gang only wanted 1,200 yuan for the same job. After a little consideration, the boss decided to replace Sun Aimin with Wang Gang.

So, Sun Aimin is now unemployed. All the money his family had saved for a second house has now been given to the hospital, and they have also borrowed some money from relatives for emergency use.

Sun Aimin, despite the dissuasion of his family members, took the initiative to put his current house up for sale, and the transaction was just completed two days ago.

He felt that his relatives also had their own families, and he would feel bad if he dragged them down because of his family's affairs. Even if he had to rely on his relatives for help, he would wait until he was truly desperate.