The moment the lights came on, the first thing Shen Jiezhu saw was the old man's face full of shock. Her niece beside her was holding back tears and looking around with excitement on her face.

Ates silently moved his chair back to make room for the two people seeking help. He believed that they must have many questions to ask Pig.

Zhuzhu's actions just now have already proved her ability.

Summoning the undead, not only being able to talk to him, but also being able to instruct him to control the lights, this is something that not everyone can do.

At least that wasn't the case in the first few seasons.

Shen Jiezhu looked at the tears on the old woman's face, lowered her head slightly towards her, and spoke in a gentle voice, as if she was afraid of scaring her.

"Old lady, shall I start?"

Before the old woman could answer, the man next to her got angry and rushed over to her, looking angry and angry, as if he wanted to fight with her.

"What are you starting? Have you asked for my opinion? Please respect a dead person like me, okay? I've been talking all day and I'm tired. I'll talk to you after I've had a good rest..."

Bang!

The fluorescent stick hit the table with a loud bang.

The old woman and Ates were so frightened that they trembled, and seeing that she looked bad, they dared not move at all.

The man who was in the car accident hugged his arms subconsciously, took a step back, blinked his eyes rapidly, and when he spoke again, he was less confident and became much more docile.

"Ahem, you tell me, I'll cooperate. But... can you give me a stool? They made me stand in front, and I've been standing for a whole day, and my legs hurt..."

The man in the car accident felt a little aggrieved. He had been rubbing his legs and shaking his arms before, but those psychics didn't understand what he meant.

Alas, my body is tired, and my heart is even more tired.

Shen Jiezhu's right hand was still resting on the fluorescent stick. She lightly touched the cold stick with her fingertips and raised her eyebrows at him.

The man in the car accident rubbed his arms: "Well, actually I'm not that tired, I can stand or float or something. I just think you're awesome, so I want to express my needs, and I'll satisfy you if I say it. Whether you're willing or not, that's up to you..."

…

Shen Jiezhu remained silent, looking down. Seeing the wound on his leg caused by the car accident, she finally sighed and turned to look at Aites.

"Ets."

"Honey, do you need any help from me?"

Shen Jiezhu pointed to the empty space facing her and said, "His legs hurt. Do we have any extra chairs? Let him sit down for a while."

Ates immediately made a gesture, and his assistant dragged him back. He walked to the open space and placed the chair.

It was really strange. He had recorded "Spiritual Communication" with Ates so many times, but this was the first time he heard that the ghosts also had to sit on chairs. He was a man after all, so why was he so cowardly?

The man in the car accident glared and was about to follow the assistant, waiting for an opportunity to kick him. Sister Shen glanced at him and coughed lightly.

“Ahem…”

"This kid scolded me and said I was coquettish. I just wanted to sit on a chair, how could that be coquettish? Can't men sit on chairs? Besides, I'm still a minor. My birthday is still a month away. I'll die if I take it. I'm a minor, so what's wrong with me being coquettish?!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. The man in the car accident stood still, turned around and started yelling at his assistant's back.

"I'm being coquettish, so why am I sitting on your chair?! Wait for me, boy Ao, I'm going to come to your house and sit for you later. If I don't scare you into a sissy, I'll take your last name from now on!"

It’s too noisy. It’s so noisy.

So much nonsense, does this guy have no friends in the underworld?

I said today what I had been thinking for years.

Shen Jiezhu, the only person at the scene who could hear his voice, was already covering her head and sighing.

"You asked for a chair when there was no chair, but you didn't sit on it when there was one. Why are you so difficult to please? Do you like this fluorescent stick so much? Do you want to feel it again?"

The man in the car accident rubbed his throat, sat on the chair, crossed his legs, staggered from side to side, and almost fell down.

Finally, things calmed down. After a long time of commotion, Shen Jiezhu finally had time to talk to the old woman.

"Normal souls don't have leg pain."

Even when explaining for the man in the car accident, Shen Jiezhu's eyes drifted to the side intentionally or unintentionally. The young assistant seemed to notice something and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look her in the eye.

When the man in the car accident heard that Shen Jiezhu stood by him, he immediately straightened his back and became angry: "Tsk, weren't you cursing me in your heart just now? Why don't you dare to raise your head now?"

Shen Jiezhu treated his voice as an aside and ignored it, instead concentrating on talking to the old woman.

"But your son died in a car accident. Something flew into his legs, causing him to have difficulty moving and his legs to hurt when he stands for a long time."

Upon hearing this, the old woman immediately covered her mouth with tears rolling down her cheeks: "Yes, that's right. The car was badly damaged and the brake pad pierced his leg."

Shen Jiezhu looked at her, somewhat reluctant to continue, but had to tell her the truth: "It's not the brake pad."

"ah?"

The old woman was stunned and didn't say anything for a long time. Her niece beside her didn't react either.

Finally, it was Ates who spoke up and asked the question that was on everyone's mind: "If it's not the brake pad, then what is it?"

He knew it very well, as the previous few people said it was the brake pads.

"The brake pad did get stuck in his leg when the car accident happened, but it was taken out before the body was buried. Things that have been taken out will not have any effect on the soul of the deceased."

After saying this, she paused to give everyone some time to recover before continuing: "So his leg pain means that his leg..."

"There's something missing, isn't there?"

"Yes."

The niece's eyes were red, but she was still trying to hold back her grief: "Excuse me, what is this thing? Can you tell us?"

"It's a small colorful stone, probably only as big as my little finger."

Shen Jiezhu stretched out her hand to show it.

"Before the accident, he went to the beach and dug up a colorful stone, which he put in the right pocket of his pants. When the car accident happened, the brake pad pushed the stone into his leg, but you only took out the brake pad and left the stone in his leg."

…

"So that's what happened..." The old woman burst into tears. "They just said there was something wrong with my son's legs. We all thought it was a car accident, but we didn't expect it to be this..."

"If we reopen the coffin and take out the stone from his leg, will his leg pain go away?"

Shen Jiezhu was about to nod when she heard the man in the car accident yelling beside her.

"No! Why bother? My leg pain doesn't affect me. At worst, I can just walk less!"

Shen Jiezhu glanced at him with a complicated expression, and a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes.

It is indeed so.

The man in the car accident was suddenly stunned. He didn't know why, but he always felt that the woman in front of him seemed to already know something.

But I didn't say anything. Could she read my mind?

Even if you have the ability to read minds, you still need to have a heart. You are just a soul, so how can you have a heart?

Forget it, forget it, don’t scare yourself.

Thinking of this, the man in the car accident put aside the speculation in his mind, raised his head as if nothing had happened, and looked directly at Shen Jiezhu.

OK.

Shen Jiezhu smiled and looked back at the old woman: "In theory, as long as the stone is taken out, his leg pain will go away, but... he himself doesn't want you to take it out."

"Why?" asked the niece.

"Because the stone is very important to him, he would rather suffer the pain than give it up."

"Hey, hey, hey? I didn't say that. I didn't say that! Don't talk nonsense! You psychics can't talk nonsense, right?"

Shen Jiezhu glanced at him lightly and said, "So if you take out the stone and put it in his hand, he will definitely be happy."

The man in the car accident immediately put away his arrogance and whispered softly: "That's not impossible..."

As expected, she is a minor and is very easy to coax.

The old woman nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I'll do it when I get back."

The psychics before her would describe their son's situation to gain her trust in this way. Although the woman in front of her had never done this since she entered the door, she inexplicably believed her. She felt that her son was there and she could really see her son.

"In that case, let me describe him to you as I saw him."

Ates finally breathed a sigh of relief. The topic had gone off topic for almost half an hour, and Shen Jiezhu finally started to follow the process.

Thank God, although her methods were a bit weird, at least she is back on track.

"His name is ..."

As soon as Shen Jiezhu paused, Ates began to feel uneasy.

There won’t be any more accidents, will there? Every time it comes to Shen Jiezhu’s part, he becomes extremely alert. He can hardly take it anymore!

"I forgot to ask you, what's your name?"

"William Chrysler."

"Where is the home address?"

"206 Blog Union Street, California, USA."

"How many people are there in your family?"

"Me and my mom, two people, oh, and maybe a stepfather, but they're not married yet."

"Where did you go to school?"

"Temple City High School."

“Who are you most afraid of?”

"Dad, Grandpa and Teacher Tary."

"Is there a girl you like?"

"no."

"What little hobbies do you have in life?"

"What's your favorite food?"

"Favorite color?"

“Do you have the habit of keeping a diary?”

…

A series of detailed questions shocked Ates and he dared not speak.

The psychics before had always been gentle and kind to the spirits, but why was it that when it came to Shen Jiezhu, she acted like she was interrogating a prisoner? With so many questions, would the spirits answer her?

I think so...

Looking at her, it seems that the soul is her good brother. Such a relaxed posture has never appeared on other people.

On the other side, Shen Jiezhu was still pursuing the victory.

“Do you like spicy food?”

"like."

“What’s your favorite dessert?”

"Strawberry cheese."

"Who did you spend your virginity with?"

"tower……"

As soon as Krestya answered one word, he immediately realized something was wrong: "Don't try to trick me, no!"

"Miss, my son is not yet an adult. He probably won't..."

"He has already had a relationship with the person he likes, and this stone is the gift she wants to give to him. If the lady can see the stone with her own eyes, I believe he will be very happy."

"Well, could you please help me find out who this person is? I will definitely invite her over!"

Just as Shen Jiezhu nodded, she heard Clester retort: ​​"I don't have anyone I like. I have always been single and I have never had sex with anyone. I just thought the stone was pretty, so I planned to collect it. There is no such person as you are talking about in this world!"

The more you explain, the more flaws you will find.

Shen Jiezhu looked at him helplessly, "I am helping you fulfill your wish. As a soul, you have been wandering in the human world. It is not good for you, nor for the person you like. Wouldn't it be good to fulfill your wish and reincarnate?"

"not good!"

Chrysler was so stubborn that he even refused to communicate with her anymore.

"I have nothing to say to you. That person doesn't exist anyway, so you can make up whatever you want!"

Shen Jiezhu frowned: "Why are you so stubborn? Do you have to ask me to call someone over before you tell the truth?"

"Oh! Go ahead and shout. Who have I ever been afraid of in all these years? I'm telling you without exaggeration that I'm familiar with all the people in the underworld. If you shout a messenger from the underworld over here, we can even have a chat together. I'm not afraid of you! Whoever you want to shout..."

Ding bells! The sound of copper plates rang out.

"Dad, Grandpa, Teacher Tary... hello, hahaha! Long time no see, hahaha! I'm so lucky to see you here, hahaha!"