“Okay,” Lu Chi said, “If that’s the case, I will find a way to remove the talisman on Nie Weixing and give you a chance to get close to him.”
Cherie Chung thanked Lu Chi again: "Thank you, my benefactor, thank you, my benefactor!"
“It’s too late today, Nie Weixing can’t possibly show up again. Tomorrow when he goes to work, I’ll come over to the department store and try to remove the talisman from him.”
Lu Chi said to Zhong Chuhong.
"Mmm." Chung Chuh-hung nodded obediently. In Lu Chi's eyes, her terrifying facial features were not so scary.
To be honest, he was just a pitiful person.
After Lu Chi left, Tang Xiaopiao and Zhong Chuhong stood together. Zhong Chuhong said to Tang Xiaopiao, "I want to go see my paralyzed mother. Xiaopiao, can you come with me?"
Tang Xiaopiao nodded, and then, thinking of her elderly mother, her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
I'll find some time to ask my owner to take me to see my parents' graves.
My body is currently in a soul state, and I cannot return to my distant hometown alone. I can only return with the help of my master.
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Then, a female ghost in red and a male ghost in a mask floated out of the department store, one after the other.
We arrived at a small village on the western outskirts of Beijing.
Tang Xiaopiao asked Zhong Chuhong, "Didn't you say your parents lived in the countryside? How come your mother lives in the western suburbs?"
As Cherie Chung spoke, tears of blood streamed down her face: "After the incident, my mother sold our house in our hometown and rented a place to live here so she could help me with my lawsuit. The reason my mother was bullied..."
It was precisely because my mother was all alone, without any support or connections, that she came to Beijing from a remote village, completely unfamiliar with the place and its people.
This is all Zhang Jiajun's and his wife Zhou Meihua's territory, the owners of an advertising company. My mother has suffered so much bullying!
While Chung Chor-hung and Tang Xiaopiao were talking, they arrived at the place where Chung Chor-hung's mother, Qi Zhenhua, rented a house.
It was a dilapidated, low-lying brick house that looked crooked and about to collapse, with cracks all over the walls and large patches of peeling paint.
The roof tiles were incomplete, the doors and windows were dilapidated, and half of the window glass was broken. To block the wind, a few broken wooden boards and plastic sheeting were used to barely cover the windows.
The door was rickety, with cracks and insect damage all over the door panel, and the lock was rusted so badly that it looked like it could fall off with a gentle pull.
Chung Chor-hung and Tang Xiao-piao stood quietly outside the small brick house for a long time, but Chung Chor-hung didn't have the courage to go in.
Tang Xiaopiao asked Zhong Chuhong in surprise, "Don't you miss your mother? Why didn't you go in when you were already at the door?"
Cherie Chung shook her head: "Oh, I don't know. I don't have the courage to see my mother. I'll just stay here and look at her..."
As they were talking, a sickly, aged cough suddenly came from inside the room.
"Cough cough cough..."
Chung Chor-hung panicked and rushed to the door. Through a crack in the door, she saw her mother on the broken bed inside, coughing incessantly.
"If you miss her, go in and see her." Tang Xiaopiao was also worried for Chung Chuh-hung. "What are you doing standing here?"
Chung Chu-hung didn't speak, but gestured for Tang Xiao-piao to be quiet.
"Shh, I don't want my mom to see me. Let's both sneak in."
"Okay." Tang Xiaopiao nodded, and the two ghosts went into the small brick house together.
Inside the room, besides a dilapidated bed, a wooden table with a broken leg, an induction cooker, several pots, a few broken bowls, and a few pairs of chopsticks, there was nothing else.
An old man with a withered face lay on the bed, clutching his chest and coughing incessantly.
After Cherie Chung and Tang Xiaopiao went inside, the old man seemed to have a premonition, suddenly suppressed his cough, raised his head and looked in the direction where Cherie Chung and Tang Xiaopiao were.
The two ghosts are currently invisible, so the old man shouldn't be able to see them unless they reveal themselves.
But the old man just stared fixedly in their direction.
"Little Red, Redie, is that you, Redie?"
"Did you come to see your mother because you were worried about her?"
The old man moved his chapped lips, pointed in the direction of Cherie Chung and Tang Xiaopiao, and asked repeatedly, "Has my Hong'er come back to see me?"
Is it my Hong'er?
"Hong'er, have you come to see your mother?"
"Hong'er, my Hong'er, my poor child! Don't be afraid, I will come to be with you after I have avenged you."
"Cough cough cough..."
The hidden Cherie Chung was already in tears. Afraid of losing control, she quickly ran outside and hid under a big tree.
Tang Xiaopiao followed her out and scolded Zhong Chuhong: "I just don't understand you. You finally got to see your mother, but you still refuse to acknowledge her. What's wrong with you?"
Cherie Chung kept crying.
After crying for several minutes, she said to Tang Xiaopiao, "It's not that I don't want to acknowledge her, but I look terrible right now, and I don't want her to be sad when she sees me like this."
Tang Xiaopiao was surprised: "When you had that accident, didn't your mother see what you looked like?"
Chung Chor-hung nodded: "When my mother rushed over from our hometown, she only received my ashes. She didn't know what I looked like when I left."
I want her to always remember me as a beautiful, lively, and happy person, not someone whose face was bruised and battered, and who was completely disfigured.
"Sigh..." Tang Xiaopiao sighed, thinking of her own identical background, and couldn't help but shed tears of blood. "I'll talk to my master tomorrow and ask him to think of a way to help your mother."
Chung Chor-hung shook her head: "No! No need! I won't let all those people who harmed me die. I will definitely leave one alive so that my mother can keep suing him."
"Why?"
"Because now, the only thing keeping my mother alive is seeking justice for me. If all my enemies are dead, she won't have the will to live anymore; she will definitely follow me."
I hope she lives well, even if it's a miserable one, she has to live. There's nothing better in this world than being alive. Being alive means enjoying the sunshine, the rain, and the food and drink.
But those of us who have died are left to live in darkness, unable to see the sunlight—it's so tragic!
“Okay,” Tang Xiaopiao looked at Zhong Chuhong with sympathy, “You are very considerate of your mother. It’s a pity that my parents are gone.”
Tang Xiaopiao told Chung Chuh-hung about her background.
The two ghosts embraced and wept under the big tree, crying very quietly so that Chung Chor-hung's mother wouldn't hear them.
"Little Hong, Hong'er, is that you who came to see your mother?"
As the two ghosts wept, Cherie Chung's mother, Qi Zhenhua, climbed off the bed and crawled to the door, where she cried out loudly into the dark doorway:
"Hong'er, is that you? Mommy can smell your scent."
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