Seeing Xia Che gasp in pain, Chu Yuying finally felt relieved and let out a cold laugh.
Who says I'm not the nemesis of blondies?
Besides himself, who else could have such a tight grip on that blond guy?
Only her, Chu Yuying!
"Xiao Chu, how much longer until we arrive?"
Feng Tianming led the group through the various paths of Qinghe Village with ease. He knew the area better than anyone else, since, strictly speaking, his family had spent less time in Qinghe Village than in Jiang City.
Along the way, Feng Tianming saw many familiar house numbers and courtyards.
It's nearing afternoon, the coolest time of day besides morning, so most of the villagers have gone to work, leaving few people in the village.
It seemed rather quiet.
The circumstances of this return were special, so after thinking about it, Feng Tianming decided not to visit his relatives.
I plan to say hello once everything is ready.
"It'll be here soon, look, this is it."
Chu Yuying took the lead, her calm eyes revealing no emotion. She went up to the door of a farmhouse and opened it.
This warehouse is rented out and is suitable for storing some miscellaneous items.
The rental period varies in length. Long rentals can last for several years, while short rentals can last for just a few days. Chu Yuying rented a week's worth of rooms and had already prepared for the rentals in advance.
A qualified con artist cannot afford any mistakes when planning a scheme.
Chu Yuying made the arrangements very carefully, leaving no detail overlooked, which was the fundamental reason for her confidence.
She was confident that no one in the world could see through the scheme she had set up.
Even if they're from the same industry, it won't work!
"Here? Did Father come here many times during his lifetime?"
Feng Tianming was somewhat puzzled.
Why would an ordinary farmhouse be the place where his father's life was most vividly expressed?
How could he, as the son, not know?
"Let's go inside, Dad. This isn't the place to talk."
Feng Yang looked around. Several passing villagers had noticed them, but the story of reviving his grandfather was too shocking to be told, so keeping it a secret was a decision made by Feng Yang's family.
This must not be known to anyone else, and this news must not be leaked.
"good."
Feng Tianming nodded, temporarily suppressing his doubts, and led his family inside.
After everyone had entered, Xia Che, who was at the very back, closed the door of the barn and locked it to make sure that no one unrelated would be allowed to enter.
Then he moved a chair, found a quiet corner, and plopped down on it.
According to the plan, after entering the farmhouse, Xia Che would have nothing more to do.
Everything was Chu Yuying's personal show.
Chu Yuying slowly walked forward and arrived at the very center of the farmhouse.
This place used to be piled high with goods, various grains and farm tools, but Chu Yuying has disposed of them. As a result, the huge farm warehouse is now empty and spacious, somewhat resembling a large stage.
Chu Yuying stood in the center, holding a crystal ball in her hands, her red eyes slightly lowered, her gaze fixed on the crystal ball.
She didn't speak, but just quietly looked at the crystal ball.
"Father, what are you doing?"
Feng Yang's family sat on the other side opposite Xia Che. As instructed by Chu Yuying, they were not to speak or disturb during the ceremony and should not make any noise at all.
Seeing Chu Yuying standing there alone for a long time without making a sound, Feng Yang couldn't help but feel curious.
"Shh...don't disturb us. Have you forgotten what Xiao Chu told us? We mustn't make a sound. This must be communicating with ghosts and spirits."
Feng Tianming let out a deep breath, his heart growing increasingly tense.
This tension came suddenly, and Feng Tianming couldn't find the source of it.
"Yes, I've heard that when a psychic is communicating with a ghost, we ordinary people can't see it. We mustn't disturb him, otherwise Master Chu will lose his magic and our money will be wasted."
Feng's mother was also very nervous. She held Feng Yang's wrist with one hand and tightly grasped Feng Tianming's hand with the other, staring intently at Chu Yuying.
Upon hearing this, no one in Feng Yang's family dared to say anything more, and even the curious Feng Yang kept his mouth shut.
Just then, Chu Yuying, who had been standing still, seemed to have truly communicated with something. Her posture remained unchanged, but a strange wind suddenly rose in the empty farmhouse.
The wind was strong, yet also gentle.
They slipped through the gaps in the barn and covered people's mouths and noses.
Upon seeing this, Feng Tianming's hands clenched instantly, and his face flushed red.
This farmhouse...
But there are no windows.
The gate was locked, so where was the wind coming from?
A sudden gust of wind from nowhere means something big is about to happen!
"Is...is Grandpa here?"
A strange light flickered in Feng Yang's eyes. He saw the wind blowing Chu Yuying's full head of silver hair, which fluttered in the wind, making her delicate face look even more ethereal.
However, she remained focused on the crystal ball, seemingly oblivious to the raging winds around her.
At that moment, a feeling actually arose in Feng Yang's heart...
Chu Yuying is just a half-immortal in a daze.
"I don't know... Shh! Shh... Don't speak, don't disturb the master!"
Feng's mother became even more nervous, and her palm, which was gripping Feng Yang's wrist, was slightly sweaty.
This scene was so bizarre that they had never even heard of it, let alone seen it before.
But this is just an appetizer.
What will happen next?
Nobody knows.
"It's actually quite convincing... Hmm, why does this wind feel so familiar? Could it be that this girl brought over the fan I used to scare her last time?"
Xia Che touched his chin, frowned, and looked somewhat strange.
The little devil prepared the props secretly, without anyone knowing, so even Xia Che didn't know when Chu Yuying had prepared the farmhouse.
But look at this strong wind...
The small fan I used to scare Chu Yuying in the abandoned teaching building back then doesn't seem to be strong enough to generate this level of wind.
Back then, my own... could be used by simply plugging in a power bank. It might be useful for playing tricks in a cramped little room, but this was a spacious farmhouse.
You probably couldn't make that kind of noise even if you blew up a power bank...
"Wandering souls, where do they reside now..."
Suddenly, Chu Yuying, who had been silent all along, spoke softly.
However, the voice no longer had the crisp, bell-like quality of the past; now, mixed with the sound of the wind, it even had a sense of age.
It's as if the person speaking isn't an eighteen-year-old girl, but an eighty-year-old woman.
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