"What agreement? I don't know anything about it!" Jiang Beishu panicked. How could he know anything about the agreement? He didn't even know when he borrowed the life-saving token!
Nan Yuanman gave him a look that said, "Are you stupid?" He continued, "If you don't know, go ask your parents. If your parents don't know, ask your grandparents. After all, it's impossible to perform a life-extending ritual without the presence of the person's relatives."
Jiang Beishu quickly took out his phone and dialed his mother's number.
Jiang's mother's phone vibrated again. After discarding a card, she picked up her phone and glanced at it: "Hey! What day is it today? Why is that kid Ashu calling me again?"
This guy usually wouldn't call her for ten days or half a month, and when he did text her, it was only to ask for money. Did the sun rise in the west today? He called her twice in one go.
"Ertong, what's wrong? Your child called you and you're not happy? Unlike my son, who's always out in the wild, saying he wants to be a botanist. He doesn't call me for half a year, and when he does, it's a group text." The woman sitting to her left clicked her tongue and complained.
"Hey, Ah Yin, answer it quickly, it might have something important to tell you!"
Su Yin cleared her throat and answered the phone. Before she could even ask a question, she heard Jiang Beishu ask her in a trembling voice, "Mom, when I... when I was ten years old and had a serious illness, did you... did you borrow lifespan from ghosts?"
Su Yin: "???" What the heck?
She took out her phone in surprise and glanced at it. The screen showed her dead son's name. Not bad!
Su Yin put the phone back to her ear: "What the hell? You're not my son, are you? You stole his phone and then used AI to create a scam voice? You're not going to say my son is in your hands and make me pay ransom, are you?"
"Then I won't take it, you can kill the ticket!"
Jiang Beishu choked: "..."
He said helplessly, "Mom, I really am your son, not some AI-generated voice scam call. I... I really have experienced some rather mystical things these past few days. Think about it carefully, when I was ten years old and had a serious illness, did you really not do anything? Didn't you try to borrow lifespan from ghosts or anything?"
"Jiang Beishu, have all those books you read gone to waste? Have they turned your brain into a dog's brain? What era are we living in? What kind of supernatural stuff is this? Have you stopped going to bars lately and started dressing up as a Taoist priest?" Su Yin asked irritably.
"Just tell me, is it true or not?" Jiang Beishu was getting anxious.
Su Yin: "No! Who would do such a despicable thing! I'm telling you, Jiang Beishu, if you keep acting all mysterious, I'll beat your butt to a pulp when we get back!"
After saying that, Su Yin slammed down the phone.
Jiang Beishu was unwilling to give up, so he called his father again. The answer he got was still no, and his father asked if he had drunk too much and told him to make an appointment with a neurologist to get checked out.
Jiang Beishu: "..."
Jiang Beishu's initial anxiety was calmed down considerably by his parents' unexpected actions. He sighed deeply, looking exhausted, and said in a slightly dead voice, "Dad, I'm serious. If you continue to keep this from me, then you can wait to collect your son's corpse."
Jiang's father: "...Just because I asked you to get a neurological checkup, you're going to end up collecting my body? That can't be right, can it?"
"Besides, what you're talking about, borrowing lifespan from ghosts, I really don't know anything about that! In our family, only your grandfather was always talking nonsense, but your grandfather has been dead for three years. How am I supposed to ask him? Am I supposed to go down and ask him?"
Jiang Beishu remained silent for a moment.
He hung up the phone with Jiang's father and looked at Nan Yuanman with teary eyes: "My parents don't know. The only possibility is my grandfather, but my grandfather... has been dead for three years."
"What should we do, little master?"
He really didn't want to listen to a skeleton clicking around in his room every night before going to sleep, nor did he want to turn around every day and see a skeleton standing behind him!
He was scared!
Jiang Beishu felt more and more hopeless as he thought about it, and a wave of grief washed over him. The grown man squatted down and burst into tears.
Zheng Feiyu: "???"
Nanmanyuan: "!"
Helpless, she said, "Oh dear! Don't cry! There's a solution to this. How about I call him up and you ask him who borrowed your lifespan back then, and what the terms were?"
Jiang Beishu, her eyes brimming with tears, asked, "Really?"
“Really.” Nan Yuanman nodded: “That’s right, that ghost can’t possess you. You’re living on borrowed lifespan. If it possesses you, it will take away the rest of your lifespan, and then you’ll die!”
Can't possess his body? Then...
Jiang Beishu's gaze slowly fell on Zheng Feiyu.
Zheng Feiyu pointed at himself: "?"
"Old Jiang, you don't want a ghost to possess me, do you?"
Zheng Feiyu got up to leave, but Jiang Beishu rushed over, grabbed his leg, and cried with snot and tears streaming down his face: "Old Zheng! I'm begging you, please help your brother! Isn't there a saying that you'd go to great lengths for your brother? Just help me this once, and I'll repay you like a slave from now on!"
Nan Yuanman blinked and looked on, then nodded. She remembered; from now on, she would go to great lengths for her brothers.
The little dumpling looked at its ribs with some confusion, but why did it have to be stabbed in the ribs to help its brother?
Zheng Feiyu's pants were almost ripped off by him. He clutched his pants, his face flushed, and said, "Don't even think about it! That's like getting possessed by a ghost!"
Even the best of brothers shouldn't be worth him risking his life like this!
"Just this once, help me this once, and I'll give you the land in the north of the city!" Jiang Beishu said, clinging to him tightly.
Zheng Feiyu paused for a moment, then nodded decisively: "Deal."
He traded being possessed by a ghost for a piece of land worth 3 billion; he didn't lose out.
He tugged at his belt and kicked Jiang Beishu: "Let go."
Zheng Feiyu looked at Nan Yuanman and asked, "Can I ask him questions on his behalf if he's possessed by a ghost?"
“No, that won’t work.” Nan Yuanman shook his head. “It has to be him personally, or someone related to him by blood.”
Jiang Beishu's face showed despair, but then he heard Nan Yuanman say, "You can ask without being possessed by a ghost. There are other ways."
Jiang Beishu took a deep breath: "What method?"
Nan Yuanman: "Ask the rice."
Zheng Feiyu: "Asking about rice?"
Nan Yuanman nodded, ran to get the small handbag, and asked Zheng Feiyu and Jiang Beishu to tidy up the things on the coffee table.
She took out an incense burner from her small handbag, and then a plate covered in incense ash.
It really is a serving plate, the kind that every ordinary household has—a white porcelain serving plate.
Jiang Beishu didn't dare to breathe loudly as he watched Nan Yuanman, like Doraemon, take out a bunch of things from her bulging little satchel, and... she even took out a bag of rice and two red candles!
Good heavens! How did they manage to fit all this stuff into that small handbag?
Nan Yuan lit incense, first holding three sticks himself and bowing before inserting them into the incense burner, then gave Jiang Beishu three sticks to bow to.
After Jiang Bei finished his prayers, Nan Yuanman took some ash from the three incense sticks he was holding and put it into the dish, then added three handfuls of rice.
Rice and incense ash mixed together automatically generated three characters.
The word on the left: Yes.
The word on the right: No.
Jiang Beishu stared wide-eyed at the incredible scene before him, almost forgetting to breathe.
After confirming that there were words, Nan Yuanman lit the candle and then shoved a chopstick into Jiang Beishu's hand, who was looking on in shock: "Alright, get ready to begin. You can ask now."
Jiang Beishu was completely dizzy. Upon hearing this, he subconsciously asked, "When I was ten years old, did my grandfather help me borrow lifespan from you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an invisible, chilling force controlled the chopsticks in his hand to slowly begin to move.
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