The old man was exceptionally stubborn. He snorted coldly, "And don't try to fool me! My son knows I've always lived in this house, and there's absolutely no way he'd sell it!"
Old Master Ge grew increasingly agitated. His eyes turned red, and he charged at Liu Jiawei, brandishing an axe: "You're all a bunch of thieves who have taken over my house! Trying to seize it! Get out! All of you, get out!"
The moment he suddenly attacked, Nan Yuanman moved. She gripped her copper coin sword and flashed in front of Liu Jiawei, raising the sword to block the axe that was about to fall.
The small body suddenly jumped up and kicked forward.
Grandpa Ge sneered, not afraid at all. He was a ghost now! No one else could catch him or touch him, so how could this little kid think he could touch him? How ridiculous!
The next second, his body was kicked backward like a football by Nan Yuanman.
Grandpa Ge: "!!!!"
Nan Yuanman swiftly pulled a coffin-binding rope from his satchel and threw it towards the spot where Grandpa Ge had flown away. The rope seemed to have a mind of its own, quickly binding Grandpa Ge into a cocoon-like shape.
Grandpa Ge: "???"
Grandpa Ge: "!!!!"
Suddenly, Aunt Zheng and Liu Jiawei, who had just seen Grandpa Ge, widened their eyes in surprise: "!!!"
Grandpa Ge was shocked. He looked at Nan Yuanman in disbelief: "You, you are really a master?"
At first, he thought Liu Jiawei had been so frightened by him that he had lost his mind and was desperately seeking treatment!
After all, Nan Yuanman is still a child, and it's normal for a child to be able to see him. As for Liu Jiawei calling her a master, Grandpa Ge doesn't believe it at all. Such a young child, who hasn't even been weaned yet, how could she be a master?
As a result, they were proven wrong.
Nan Yuanman hummed proudly, "Of course! I was taught by my grandfather. Dealing with an ordinary ghost like you is a piece of cake."
"But, Grandpa, what did you mean when you said your son always knew you lived here?" Nan Yuanman tilted his head and asked.
Grandpa Ge lay on the ground, looking up at her, and said in an annoyed tone, "This building is the rebuilt version of my old house after it was demolished. When I was sick and about to die, I wanted to buy a burial plot, but burial plots were too expensive. A few square meters of burial plots cost more than a house."
“If I rent it, I have to pay a lot of money every year. If I can’t renew the rent, the urn will be dug up from the grave and moved. It might even be scattered. So I thought I might as well just keep the urn at home.”
"Anyway, my kids always liked to go out and mess around after they grew up and didn't like to come back to my hometown to listen to my nagging. So before I died, I asked my son to use this house as my grave and put my urn there."
As he spoke, Old Master Ge looked at Liu Jiawei with a sinister gaze: "But who knew that when I woke up from a nap, he would be living in my house! He even dug up the flowers my wife used to grow!"
Liu Jiawei felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze and couldn't help but hide behind Aunt Zheng.
Aunt Zheng froze on the spot, not daring to move, and grabbed Liu Jiawei's waist and twisted it hard!
Liu Jiawei's face contorted in rage, but he dared not utter a sound.
Grandpa Ge snorted coldly: "I didn't intend to harm him at first. I just wanted to make a fuss to scare him away. Who knew that not only did he not leave, but he also cursed at me, and he cursed me with really nasty words!"
Hearing this, Liu Jiawei couldn't help but say with a wronged expression, "Old man, no one could resist cursing when they're woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of someone banging on a water pipe."
"Then why did you move my bedroom? Do you know that bedroom holds so many memories for my wife and me!" Old Master Ge said with a stern face, clearly displeased.
Nan Yuanman looked at Liu Jiawei's injured arm: "Because he moved things in the bedroom, you hit him with an axe?"
Old Master Ge felt inexplicably guilty. He shrank his neck and muttered, "I had no choice. He wouldn't move out, so I had to scare him with the axe..."
Hearing this, Aunt Zheng's face fell, and a surge of anger welled up inside her. She said unhappily, "Old man, this is not fair of you! Your son has already sold this building to my brother, and my brother bought it with real money!"
"He can move anything in this building! Why should you attack him with an axe just because he moved a bedroom!"
Aunt Zheng got angrier and angrier as she spoke: "If you don't want him to live here, you should talk to your son! Your son is the culprit! Why don't you have your son bring money to my brother to get a refund for the house! Or find another place? Why are you picking on my brother and bullying him!"
Grandpa Ge stubbornly insisted, "Impossible! My son would never sell the house! You must have moved in without my permission!"
"Brother! Go! Go get the purchase contract and throw it in this blind old geezer's face!" Aunt Zheng yelled angrily at Liu Jiawei.
Liu Jiawei obediently ran upstairs to the second floor, took the house purchase contract from the safe, and instead of doing what Aunt Zheng had said and throwing the contract in Grandpa Ge's face, he laid the documents out flat and placed them one by one in front of him.
"Grandpa, look, this is the purchase contract between me and Ge Dapang... cough cough, Ge Hai. It even has his signature on it!"
Old Master Ge had been educated in his lifetime. He looked down at the house purchase contract, and the more he looked, the darker his face became. His ghostly aura suddenly surged, and his already pale face instantly turned bluish-black.
"Oh my god!" Aunt Zheng was startled and cried out as she hid behind Nan Yuanman. Liu Jiawei also ran away quickly, looking at Grandpa Ge with a wary expression.
They were terrified he would go berserk and eat people.
Feng Congqian glanced at them indifferently. Aunt Zheng stiffened and huddled with Liu Jiawei for warmth, trembling.
Old Master Ge's eyes widened in fury, utterly devastated: "That bastard, how dare he, how dare he!"
Ge Hai actually sold the house! He sold the old house where his family had lived their whole lives!
What an unfilial son!
So what was the point of all that scare tactics he'd been putting on these past few days?!
Looking at the furious Grandpa Ge, Nan Yuanman blinked and asked in a childish voice, "Grandpa, do you want me to help you enter your son's dream and ask him yourself what's going on?"
"And someone needs to resolve this housing issue, right?"
Grandpa Ge nodded in agreement: "Alright, little one, please help me. I have to go and ask him myself!"
What on earth happened?! It made him sell the old house!
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Guangzhou, a thousand miles away from Batang Village.
In a dilapidated and gloomy old building in an urban village, an elderly woman with gray hair, wearing a patched floral shirt and gray cotton pants, was struggling to drag a nylon bag full of water bottles toward a small room on the first floor.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, pushed open the door, and immediately saw a fat man lying listlessly on the sofa playing games, his upper body bare: "Xiao Hai, the scrap we found this time is a bit heavy, come and help your mother."
"You can still move, can't you just drag it in yourself?" Ge Hai said without looking up, continuing to play his game. "I'm busy right now!"
The old woman hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed heavily and dragged her nylon bag inside.
For items that couldn't be dragged inside, she simply sat at the doorway, sorting through the waste items in the nylon bags one by one. She kept the usable ones for home use.
Ge Hai has taken all the valuables in the house to pay off his gambling debts, and many things are missing, which she has to replace one by one.
After finishing his game, Ge Hai looked up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mom, give me ten thousand yuan tonight! My friend said he's taking me to meet a big boss! I'm sure I can make money this time with him!"
The old woman didn't say anything, but took out two bottles and said, "We have no money left at home. All the money was used to pay off your gambling debts."
She pleaded earnestly, "Xiaohai, stop gambling! You've gambled away all the family fortune your father left you! If you keep gambling, how will you survive?"
"That wasn't gambling! It was investing! Do you even understand what investing is?!" Ge Hai retorted defiantly, standing up and shuffling towards his room. "Fine! You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you! Anyway, I'm definitely going to see the money tonight!"
The old woman's aged face was full of exhaustion. She stared blankly at the nylon bag in front of her, then covered her face with one hand and began to sob.
Ge Hai, who was in the room, ignored her crying, lay on the bed, yawned, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.
...
“Ge Hai…Ge Hai…”
The childish voice coming from beside him made Ge Hai impatiently open his eyes: "Damn it, whose kid is making such a racket, can't a person get any sleep...?"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized that he was standing in front of the building where the old house had been rebuilt.
Ge Hai paused for a moment, scratching his head blankly: "How did I get back? Was it a dream?"
Ge Hai stared at the tightly closed door, thinking of his father's ashes placed in the building, pursed his lips, and pushed the door open without any precautions.
Since it's a dream, let's see how Dad is doing now...
As soon as the door opened, he looked up and saw a huge axe falling from the sky, menacingly aimed at his head!
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