Guanjiang Residential Area is a very strange residential area.
Its high housing prices, abundant resources, high security, and high level of modernization have made it a popular destination, widely praised by word of mouth.
However, a group of strange people live in this upscale neighborhood.
After all, no one can truly understand someone living in a high-end neighborhood. You can tell from everyone's attitude towards her, her cost of living, and the social resources she can access that she is someone at the top of society. Why would someone be so superstitious?
In fact, in this truly upscale residential area where land is incredibly valuable, they bought land and built an ancestral hall.
Clearly, among the large group of strange people, He Yin'er, this beautiful woman, is one of the strangest of them all.
Of course, this strange aunt did not resemble any of the monsters or demons in the rumors circulating outside, according to the four generations of the Wang family and Zhang Wenwen.
The two little kids preferred coming to this ancestral hall to staying at home. The reason, of course, was that Aunt He would tell them some stories that they had never heard before, but which were very interesting and also very scary!
"Sister He, Wenwen and I have come to play!"
The child's energetic voice brought a touching smile to He Yin'er's cold face, who was carefully carving the tablets.
"Kids, what brings you here again today? Have you finished your homework from school?"
"It's finished! Sister, you know me, I get great grades at school! Wenwen, don't you think so?"
"Yes! Oh... Ouch, sister."
With lightning speed, she slapped Zhang Wenwen, making the sometimes dim-witted younger brother swallow his words, after He Yin'er finished her routine questioning as an elder.
The two children, each having moved a small stool and sat down next to He Yin'er, looked pitifully at the storyteller.
He Yin'er herself even had the thought that continuing to work and neglecting her child was a sinful thing.
"Alright, alright, I've told you a story, okay? Now, what story do you want to hear? Is it the story of the founding of Taiping Ancient Town?"
She put down her tools and looked at the two children, and then she saw two heads that were shaking.
"Sister, you told this story a week ago."
"Then shall we tell the story of when the Ghost Tamer Headquarters was established?"
"No, we already explained it yesterday, we don't want to hear it again!"
"So, your father, Wang Chaling, was... by your Grandpa Zhang..."
"Sister, Grandpa Zhang has told me many times that Dad gets scolded like a grandson. I know that!"
"So, what's Yang Jian's story of growing up?"
“Sister, my dad has told me this many times, and he is often the first person to experience it.”
"So, what's the story of Ye Zhen, the number one ghost tamer in Asia back then?"
"That bastard who stole my figurine!"
He stole my snacks!
With a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth, He Yin'er fell silent as she recalled Ye Zhen, who was now even more immature and childish than before. She felt that mentioning Ye Zhen was a mistake. After a long while, she spoke with a touch of reminiscence.
"...Then, let me tell you a story you don't know? The story of a person who grew into a god..."
"His name is Lin Nian, an incredibly powerful... person!"
"When I first met him, I was about the same age as you. I don't remember much about what he looked like then, but I do know that he had very beautiful eyes, with very rare emerald green pupils, and there was always a smile in his eyes."
“There are many things I don’t understand, but I know he doesn’t like killing, not at all. So he rarely kills! He only beats people until they sincerely repent, until they tremble with fear when they think of what happened that day.”
As she spoke, He Yin'er seemed to recall something quite interesting—her childhood.
The two children's excellent listening skills and attitudes prevented He Yin'er from being interrupted by the children's ignorance while she was engrossed in her precious memories.
After He Yin'er finished laughing, she recalled how her strong and upright grandfather, uncles, aunts, and grandmothers had seemed so powerless and cautious for the first time, truly showing their care for her from the bottom of their hearts. After remembering this, He Yin'er continued to tell the story of that person.
"When I saw him again, I had grown up and, with the help of my elders, had mastered the supernatural abilities of the necromancer, becoming an anomaly."
"It wasn't until then that I realized his power and terror from the vengeful spirit on my body, and I understood the mindset of my grandfather and the others when they faced him."
"However, his personality and temperament are still so good, so good that he doesn't seem like a ghost tamer at all. However, he is always very busy! So busy that he is often nowhere to be seen in the entire headquarters."
"I know, he must be busy saving the world!"
Zhang Wenwen, full of youthful exuberance, raised her hand and shouted, causing He Yin'er to fall into deeper thoughts.
"Yes! He was indeed busy saving the world; at the very least, the peace we enjoy today is thanks to him. It's just a pity..."
Swallowing the words in her heart that she would rather bring that bitch along than her, He Yin'er, knowing she shouldn't swear in front of children, raised her hand and rubbed her face, softening her somewhat stiff expression.
Then, she began to recount how powerful Lin Nian was.
Among them, the two children, who had little knowledge of the so-called B-level, A-level, and S-level vengeful ghosts, were listening as if to a myth or legend, talking about turning red and leaving, suppressing three thousand ghosts with a wave of their hand, and pushing across 12 cities with both palms.
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