Everyone in the lobby turned to look, and when they saw the transparent figure standing at the door, Aunt Zheng and Liu Jiawei screamed in fright: "Oh my god! Another ghost!"
The two trembled and hid behind Nan Yuanman.
Feng Congqian stood to Nan Yuanman's side, protecting her at all times.
Nan Yuanman was stunned when she saw the transparent figure. She turned to look at Grandpa Ge, who was also astonished. Grandpa Ge subconsciously took a few steps toward the door and exclaimed, "Xiao... Xiaomei?!"
Li Xiaomei stared blankly at Grandpa Ge: "Old man?"
"My God! My God!" Old Master Ge was utterly devastated. He threw the axe aside and staggered two steps toward her, exclaiming, "How did you get here? How did you get here?!"
He had just been trying to ask that little girl for help to enter his wife's dream, but before he could even enter the dream, she appeared right in front of him!
This...this means she has already...
Li Xiaomei also subconsciously floated inside: "I don't know, I was just hungry and wanted to get something to eat, but I got up too suddenly, everything went black, and I don't know anything anymore..."
She froze when her gaze fell upon her transparent palm: "Am I... dead?"
That's true. If she hadn't died, she wouldn't have been able to see this old man who had been gone for several years.
Nan Yuanman nodded her little head and said in a childish voice, "That's right, Grandma, you're dead. You're just a ghost now."
Li Xiaomei's expression was complicated, but she breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She smiled and said, "It's good that I'm dead. I should have died a long time ago."
After saying that, she suddenly realized what she had said and looked at Nan Yuanman with a surprised expression: "Little friend, you...you can see me?"
Not only can you see her, you can also talk to her?!
Nan Yuanman: "Yeah."
Li Xiaomei then realized that besides the Liu family boy who bought their house, there were other people in the house, including Old Master Ge. She frowned, floated forward, and pinched Old Master Ge's ear: "Ge Huiyang! Are you trying to scare him?"
"Let me tell you, this house is all the result of your good son's misdeeds! It has nothing to do with anyone else! Don't try to scare people!"
With his ear being tugged like that, all the shock, anger, and distress in Old Master Ge's heart vanished. He stood on tiptoe, pretending to be in great pain, and said, "Ouch! Xiaomei, be gentle! I... I'm just apologizing to someone!"
He looked aggrieved: "You sold the house and left without saying a word to me, without even taking me with you! I woke up to find strangers in our house..."
Li Xiaomei was in the wrong: "It's my fault. I was sick and couldn't get up at the time. I didn't know he had sold the house. By the time I found out, we had already gone to Guangzhou..."
She collected so much trash just to save up for a train ticket so that one day when she had time, she could take the train and bring the old man's ashes with her.
Who knew that she would die before she could save any money?
It's all fate.
Before Li Xiaomei could say anything more, the Gates of Hell opened silently behind her, and the sound of underworld officials dragging chains could be heard from inside.
Grandpa Ge instinctively shielded Li Xiaomei behind him, watching the gates of hell with vigilance.
Nan Yuanman blinked and said, "It's time, Grandma, you need to report to the underworld!"
A hint of regret appeared on Li Xiaomei's face: "It's time..." She had originally planned to visit her daughter after seeing the old man...
But they probably don't want to see her, after all, she did something very wrong to them while she was alive, all for her son.
Li Xiaomei sighed heavily. Grandpa Ge carefully took her hand, completely unlike his ferocious appearance when he was holding the axe. His fleshy face was unusually gentle: "Don't be afraid, I'll go with you."
He refused to reincarnate and stayed in the old house for so long, all because he was waiting for her.
Now that the person has arrived, it's time for him to leave.
As for his son and daughter... their fate in this life has come to an end.
Besides, there's a saying among young people these days: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; if they don't have children and grandchildren, it's their turn to enjoy their blessings."
Li Xiaomei smiled at him, held his hand tightly, and nodded: "Mm."
The underworld official also emerged from the gates of hell. He nodded slightly to Nan Yuanman and looked at the two ghosts: "Li Xiaomei? Ge Huiyang?"
The two ghosts nodded nervously: "Yes, yes, it's us."
"Come with me. Once we enter the underworld, everything in the mortal realm will be none of your business. Don't meddle in mortal affairs!" The underworld official raised his hand slightly, and the soul-hooking chains wrapped around the two men's wrists, leading them around and into the Gates of Hell.
Just before stepping into the gates of hell, Li Xiaomei seemed to remember something. She turned her head and took one last look at the lobby on the first floor. With her eyes lowered, she and Grandpa Ge supported each other as they left.
The gates of hell slowly closed, and the eerie atmosphere in the lobby on the first floor gradually dissipated. Apart from the temperature still being a bit low, it didn't look so sinister to the naked eye.
Unable to see the gates of hell, Aunt Zheng and Liu Jiawei looked around. Aunt Zheng asked in confusion, "Huh? Where are Grandpa Ge and that young lady from just now?"
“They’ve gone to the underworld!” Nan Yuanman said. “Grandpa Ge’s ashes are behind his portrait. You can find a Taoist priest to calculate an auspicious date and bury him in a good feng shui spot in the village.”
"This house still has a bit of a yin energy. Open the windows to ventilate and let the sunlight in. Fill in the low-lying area outside the door with sand and soil. It would be best to plant osmanthus and orange trees to dispel the bad luck around here and attract wealth."
"The layout here also needs to be changed, and more windows need to be added. Besides the house renovation, you and your wife should also get more sunshine and do more good deeds during this period, and there shouldn't be any problems."
The little dumpling finished speaking in one breath, then stretched out his chubby little hands to Aunt Zheng and Liu Jiawei, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together: "The matter is settled. The fee is five thousand, no bargaining. Who will pay?"
"Five thousand?!" Aunt Zheng exclaimed in surprise, "That's too expensive!"
“Yuanman, we’re from the same village, can’t you give me a discount? I’ve brought you meals a few times, haven’t I?” Aunt Zheng rubbed her hands together and said with a smile.
Nan Yuanman tilted her head and squinted at her: "You think it's too expensive? Then how about I call Grandpa Ge back again..."
Liu Jiawei quickly pulled Aunt Zheng behind him, interrupting Nan Yuanman: "I'll give it to you!"
“I’ll pay for the expenses, and I’ll also give you the gold that Grandpa Ge gave you. As for Grandpa Ge… it’s better not to call him back.”
Nan Yuanman nodded in satisfaction: "Cash or bank transfer?"
Liu Jiawei: "Transfer money."
Nan Yuanman took out his watch and skillfully opened the QR code for Liu Jiawei to transfer the money.
After transferring the money, Liu Jiawei ran to the storeroom and, following what Grandpa Ge had said, found a wooden box.
He carried the wooden box back downstairs, opened it, and found several neatly stacked pieces of gold inside.
Liu Jiawei wanted to keep it but didn't dare. After all, it was the ghost's money. What if he took it and Grandpa Ge came looking for him again that night?
So he gave it all to Nanmanyuan.
Nanmanyuan didn't take it all; he only took half and left the other half for Liu Jiawei.
She happily stuffed the gold bars into her small handbag, gave Liu Jiawei three amulets, said goodbye to Aunt Zheng, and skipped back to the car with Feng Congqian.
"Uncle Feng," the little girl huffed and puffed as she took out the gold bars and handed them to him, "Could you help me donate this money to those in need?"
She had previously asked Meng Qinian to help her donate a portion of the money she received from fortune telling, divination, and selling coffins. Since gold was not easy to obtain, she asked Feng Congqian for help.
“Okay.” Feng Congqian carefully took the gold bar from her hand and put it away properly before driving back to S City.
It was already dark when we got back to Wanhe Hospital.
Feng Congqian received a call from his subordinate. The press conference was ready, and not only S City, but also neighboring provinces and prominent media outlets from Beijing had been invited.
The press conference can be held tomorrow.
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