Chapter 157 The Ghost Delivers a Letter, Mission Accomplished
The next day, Qin Qinsen was awakened by a wailing sound.
“It’s not me!!!”
"Get lost." After a night, Teng Su remained cold and cruel.
It was agreed to be at 9 o'clock, but this person came to the door at 8 o'clock to complain about his injustice. He kept knocking on the door, ringing the doorbell and making phone calls, and finally woke Teng Su up.
Teng An was restless since he entered the door. He first asked about Qin Qinsen's physical condition. After getting the reply "almost well", he immediately started howling at the top of his voice.
The sound was so shrill that Qin Qinsen was scared and thought that Teng An had died and turned into a ghost and ran back.
Qin Qinsen also felt strange listening to Teng An's narration.
She didn't go out, didn't meet new people, and went home as soon as dinner was ready. She sounded very well behaved. So who was this love letter to "Teng" for? It couldn't be the two people at home, could it?
"Where's the love letter? Let me see it."
"Since it's not for you, don't get involved. Since you're here, just fix the glass." Qin Qinsen yawned and was about to go back.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Teng An frowned for the first time, "Still having a fever? Why don't we go to another hospital and have a look? It's not a good idea to have such a fever."
Beep.
Teng Su blocked the door to the bedroom and put the thermometer to Qin Qinsen's forehead. "Thirty-seven degrees, it's down."
"Silly brother is fine, his aura is normal, he has no illness, no disaster, and no ghosts following him."
Seeing Qin Qinsen fall back onto the bed, Teng Su pulled off the quilt covering his head and said, "Go wash up first. Uncle Zhang will bring breakfast later."
Teng An just stood by and watched his good brother, who was said to be a cold-blooded work machine, coax him out of bed, help him squeeze toothpaste, comb his hair, and even helped wash Qin Qinsen's face.
Teng An shuddered inexplicably, feeling a huge shock. "Dating is terrifying. I should stay away from you guys who exude the sour stench of love."
"Who else?"
Hearing Qin Qinsen's question, Teng An exclaimed, "Sister-in-law, are people in love so competitive? Are you planning to see who dotes on their wife more?"
"Get lost." Qin Qinsen threw the towel in his hand at Teng An's face and said unhappily, "You don't see strangers at home every day, so how can you still come into contact with other couples?"
"Oh, we're classmates, not strangers."
Qin Qinsen wondered, "Didn't you study abroad?"
"I studied for my master's degree in the country."
Facing Teng An's innocent expression, Qin Qinsen blinked and said slowly, "Yes, you are a few years older than me..."
Calculated by physiological age, among the three, only Qin Qinsen had just left school.
Hearing this, Teng Su looked at Teng An with an even more unfriendly expression.
"Who did you meet?"
"No one. Aren't the same people the same ones who gather for dinner with fellow disciples? The ones you've met, the senior brothers and sisters."
Looking up the group photo, there were five people in Gaten's group, three men and two women. One of the couple was obviously a couple, with the woman half leaning on the man, and both of them had sweet smiles on their faces.
"Is he also your senior brother?"
Qin Qinsen pointed at the handsome man next to Teng An and asked.
Teng An nodded, "What's wrong? It can't be a love letter from him. It's impossible. He's already married."
"I didn't say it was him. This man is going to die."
"Holy shit, is this true?!" Teng An jumped three feet high, pulled back his phone and was about to make a call.
Qin Qinsen stopped him and shook his head regretfully, "It's too late."
"W-What do you mean?"
I don't know what he had in his hand, but it rubbed against Teng An's eyelids.
After a chill, he opened his eyes and looked at the photo again. Fang Le's skin was the grayish white of a dead person. The corners of his lips, which were originally upturned, were now straightened. His pupils had lost focus, as if he was looking at the living people in the real world through the screen.
Teng An looked at the photo silently until the screen went out and he came out of his thoughts.
"Senior Brother Fang is only 27 and just became a father this year, so how could he..."
"Life and death are determined by fate. Please accept my condolences."
I thought I could make Teng An a little restless today, so that Qin Qinsen could relax and recover sooner. But in the end, I had to comfort him instead.
Just then Uncle Zhang arrived with breakfast. Teng Su patted Teng An on the shoulder and took him to the living room to sit down.
"I was wondering why the Second Young Master got up so early today. Turns out he came to see you." Uncle Zhang took out the lunch box from the bag and put it in order. He was surprised to find that Teng An was unusually quiet today.
Just as he was about to ask, he heard Teng An yell "Shit!" and jumped up, and the chair behind him fell to the ground with a tragic "bang".
"What happened to my hand?!"
While he was grieving the untimely death of his fellow disciple, he looked down and found five guiding signs on his wrist. This kind of horror can only be understood by the person himself.
Grabbing Teng An, Qin Qinsen quickly cut a hole in it.
“Black, black!”
Facing the wound on his wrist, Teng An felt no pain, only fear.
Black blood flowed from the black fingerprints on his wrist, moving around his wrist as if it had consciousness.
There was a burning sting on the skin, and red marks were left wherever the black blood passed.
Qin Qinsen looked at it silently for two seconds, then turned around and grabbed a handful of soil from the balcony flowerpot and pressed it on the wound.
There was a crackling sound, and Teng An grimaced in pain. "Shhhhhhhhh! This hurts! What the hell is this!?"
The soft brown soil clung to the black handprint. Qin Qinsen's hand was still moving, pressing the soil against Teng An's wrist skin, leaving a foul smell of burning wherever it passed. As he muttered the incantation, the black mark gradually faded, leaving only the tiny wound Qin Qinsen had inflicted.
"Debt ghost." Qin Qinsen took back his hand and said firmly, "You got into trouble outside."
"Impossible, I never owe any foreign debt!"
"A debt of love is also a debt." Teng Su said, taking out the letter sent by the ghost last night.
Not to mention Qin Qinsen's disbelief, even Uncle Zhang adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "Second Young Master is still... young, and doesn't quite understand these love affairs."
You mean "stupid"?
Teng Su and Uncle Zhang exchanged a knowing look and asked everyone to sit down. "Let's have breakfast first."
"Whose sunny and cheerful big boy is this? It's definitely not me." Teng An finished reading the letter while drinking soy milk, his face full of disgust.
Uncle Zhang read the love letter spread out on the table with him, and he obviously had the answer in his mind.
"Second Master, it's you."
Of all the sunny and cheerful Teng boys, besides Teng An, the only other one left was Grandpa Teng. If Grandpa Teng were fifty years younger, Teng An would have been out of the picture.
Seeing that all three were looking at him, Teng An swore, "Impossible, there is no one around me who wears floral perfume."
Qin Qinsen's fever had just subsided and he wasn't in a very good mood. He was too lazy to argue with him and just drank his porridge.
But I heard a series of "clicking" sounds coming from the balcony. I turned my head and saw a neat row of ghosts holding envelopes knocking on the glass door.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, Qin Qinsen took out a stack of talismans that he had prepared long ago from the cabinet beside him and said, "Can you please be quiet for a moment? We're eating."
Ghosts don’t care about these things. They only know that the recipient is here and they just need to knock on the door.
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