Miao Shan knew her younger brother possessed skills that ordinary people couldn't. With red eyes, she tugged at his sleeve and choked out, "Can't I be there? A-Wang left so suddenly, and I, as his mother, couldn't even see him one last time..."
Miao Shaohua felt a pang of pity and sighed, "If you're not afraid, then stay."
"What's there to be afraid of? He's still my son even in death!" Miao Shan wiped away her tears and asked nervously, "Do I need to prepare anything? Don't we burn paper money for the dead? Should we burn it for him now?"
"No need, let me summon him first." Miao Shaohua placed the necessary items on the coffee table, temporarily set up an altar, and asked Miao Shan for Qiu Wangnan's birth date and time before beginning the soul-summoning ritual.
Because Qiu Wangnan died a violent death and endured inhuman torture before his death, he was likely to lose his mind after death and attack others indiscriminately.
Therefore, Miao Shaohua made thorough preparations.
A chilling wind swept through the ward, and a faint black shadow gradually gathered. Upon seeing the shadow, Miao Shan's eyes instantly reddened, and she couldn't help but step forward, crying out, "A-Wang..."
Qiu Wangnan was still immersed in the pain and anger of being killed. His soul had just gathered together when he lost his mind and charged at Miao Shan, who had spoken, baring his teeth and claws: "Kill...kill you!! Kill kill kill!"
Miao Shaohua's expression darkened slightly. He shook the Three Purities Bell in his hand and hissed, "Qiu Wangnan! Wake up!!"
"jingle--!"
The clear sound of bells echoed throughout the room, and invisible sound waves spread outwards from the Sanqing Bell.
Qiu Wangnan paused, his scarlet eyes gradually clearing.
Although Miao Shan had already witnessed the horrific scene of Qiu Wangnan's death, seeing him covered in blood now still broke her heart, and she couldn't help but sob.
Qiu Wangnan was also in great pain and anger. He screamed hysterically, "Mom! Uncle! I'm going to kill that man! I'm going to kill him!!"
Damn it, how dare she pretend to be a woman to deceive him!
They even killed him!!
"A man?" Miao Shan and Miao Shaohua were astonished.
Miao Shan quickly pressed on, "But didn't you call for a woman? How come it was a man who killed you?"
"It was a man..." When Qiu Wangnan died, the last thing he lost was his hearing. He heard a man's voice coming from the bathroom, and he gritted his teeth in hatred: "The one who attacked me in the bathroom earlier was probably a male ghost too!"
Otherwise, why would he go into the men's restroom?
Even the female ghost he saw might just be a trick by the other party!
Miao Shaohua's face instantly turned extremely ugly. He asked again, "You really haven't been hiding anything from me and doing anything wrong?"
"Really, no!" Qiu Wangnan, now a ghost, was even more self-righteous. So what if he slept with a few more women? What could he have done wrong?
If those women had directly offered themselves to him, would he have resorted to those dirty tricks?
It's all those women's fault! He's not at fault!
Miao Shaohua believed him again, and asked with a stern face, "Do you remember what that man looked like?"
Qiu Wangnan gritted his teeth: "Even if he turns to ashes, I'll still recognize him!"
"Good! You truly are worthy of being a member of our Miao family! Once I've nurtured your soul to become more solid and stronger, I'll personally lead you to seek revenge!"
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The next day.
Unable to contain her excitement, Ding Yan returned from her search for news of Qiu Wangnan and exclaimed to Ding Pan, "He's dead! He's dead! Sister, Qiu Wangnan is dead!"
Ding Pan, who was resting her soul in the Southern Manchurian Chamber, asked with a delighted expression, "Really?"
"Really!" Ding Yan exclaimed joyfully, clasping her hands together in prayer. "Heaven has eyes! Heaven truly has eyes! Little Fairy, please bless us! Hahahaha!"
"Then we can go to the underworld to find our parents without worry!" Ding Pan was overjoyed. With Qiu Wangnan dead, she and her sister could be reincarnated.
Nan Yuanman, who was sitting on the carpet playing with a jigsaw puzzle, smiled and looked at Ding Yan: "Shall we go down now? I'll take you."
"Thank you so much, Fairy." Ding Yan was deeply moved. If it weren't for Nan Yuanman, she and her sister would have already...
“Little Fairy, I can never repay your great kindness. I left some money in the rented room, in a hidden compartment under the bed. The address is…” Ding Yan told Nan Yuanman her address before her death: “My sister and I left in a hurry, and my parents later…”
"I don't think anyone has taken my things from my rented room yet. You can go and take them. Feel free to take anything you like."
Ding Yan knew that Nan Yuanman was not short of money, but giving her any amount was her way of showing her appreciation. She couldn't bring herself to take a child for free.
Nan Yuanman didn't seem to mind and nodded, "Okay, Sister Ding Yan, you can go in peace. I will inherit your estate!"
Feng Jingcheng, who was helping Nanmanyuan with the jigsaw puzzle, twitched at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this: "..."
My aunt must have secretly taken Yuanman to watch some weird short dramas again.
They even discussed the inheritance details.
Should he tell his uncle to turn on the tablet's underage mode...?
Nan Yuanman, unaware that he was about to lose the pleasure of watching short dramas, was happily setting up an altar to perform rituals to help Ding Yan and Ding Pan pass on to the afterlife.
The familiar gates of hell opened inside the room, and a gentle voice came from within: "Panpan, Yanyan."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Ding Pan and Ding Yan both froze and looked up in the direction of the Gates of Hell. They immediately saw a middle-aged couple they knew very well standing at the door, smiling at them.
The man didn't speak, but clapped his hands, smiled at them, and opened his arms.
"Dad, Mom!" Ding Yan and Ding Pan's eyes reddened, and they rushed over like swallows returning to their nest, throwing themselves into their parents' arms.
The man hugged Ding Pan tightly, beaming, "Oh my, our Panpan has gotten heavier again."
Ding Pan held back her tears, almost bursting into them. She hugged him tightly, sobbing, "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry...it's all my fault..."
"It's okay." The woman gently stroked her hair. "As long as our family can still be together, nothing else matters."
Ding Yan smiled and took the woman's hand: "Mom, let's go. I wonder if you can cook in the underworld? I want to eat your sweet and sour pork ribs..."
The woman tapped her nose: "You, all you ever think about is eating."
The family of four chatted and laughed as they walked into the underworld. Just as their figures were about to disappear, the four of them turned around and bowed slightly in the direction of Nan Yuanman.
A woman's gentle voice rang in Nan Yuanman's ears: "My lord, thank you for helping my daughter. You must also grow up well."
Nan Yuanman nodded vigorously: "I will! See you again someday!"
As their figures disappeared, the gates of hell in the room vanished, and four strands of merit descended from the sky, entering the spiritual platform of Nan Yuanman.
The little dumpling shivered comfortably, stretched lazily, and continued working on the puzzle it hadn't finished.
After the matters concerning Ding Yan and Ding Pan were resolved, Nan Yuanman's life returned to peace.
She eats and goes to school every day, carries water between her brothers, occasionally makes and ships coffins, and diligently runs her family's small shop.
Zhou Wenxuan seemed to have forgotten what he had said to her before, and didn't contact her again for the next week.
That weekend, Nan Yuanman was cherishing her small cup of ice cream, sitting on the sofa and sipping it slowly when the tablet next to her suddenly vibrated.
She looked down and saw a message pop up on her tablet.
[A Big, Fat Chicken]: Shopkeeper, I've seen a ghost! Help!!
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