"Thump thump thump!!"
"ah--!"
Yin Yanhui screamed and sat up abruptly in bed, her eyes wide open, breathing rapidly and heavily, her body covered in cold sweat.
A lingering pain seemed to remain in her chest, but when she looked down, there was no wound at all. Her words seemed to still echo in her ears: "My lord... I'll wait for you one last time... to come find me..."
The knocking on the door was still going on.
Yin Yanhui clutched her chest, smoothed her hair, got out of bed, her mind blank, and opened the door with a hint of irritation: "Coming."
When the door opened, she was stunned to see Meng Qingwan standing there with the little boy at her feet: "Qingwan? Yuanman? What brings you here?"
"Of course I came to see if you're dead or not." Meng Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Yin Yanhui was safe and sound. She rolled her eyes and swaggered in, holding Nan Yuanman's hand.
Upon entering Yin Yanhui's house, Nan Yuanman keenly sensed the presence of yin energy and a rather strange resentful aura within the room.
Nan Yuanman tilted her head and looked at Yin Yanhui, and a red line flashed quickly across her body.
Yin Yanhui noticed Nan Yuanman's gaze, smiled at her, and explained somewhat helplessly, "I went to sweep Grandma's grave these past two days and ran into Grandma's son. I got a little tired from dealing with him, and I fell asleep as soon as I got home. I didn't have time to reply to your message."
"I was thinking of calling you later to ask you out, but I didn't expect..."
Meng Qingwan came straight to her.
but……
While pouring her water, Yin Yanhui asked curiously, "I didn't even tell you where I live, how did you know I was here?"
Meng Qingwan said mysteriously, "I have a secret weapon."
"However, her son didn't come when Grandma was sick. How come you ran into them as soon as you went back to sweep the graves this time?"
"He wants to ask me for money, huh?" Yin Yanhui shrugged and placed a glass of milk in front of Nan Yuanman. "I'm a real tightwad, would I give him a single penny? Not only did he not give me any money, he also took back the little courtyard where Grandma used to live."
Meng Qingwan gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"
"No wonder you don't look too well. Your face is so pale. You haven't been resting properly these past few days, have you?"
A hint of unease flashed across Yin Yanhui's face: "I really didn't sleep well."
Nan Yuanman, who was obediently drinking her milk, suddenly asked, "Does Aunt Yanhui often have nightmares when she sleeps, and feel tired and listless when she wakes up, with no energy?"
Meng Qingwan raised an eyebrow, looking at Nan Yuanman without speaking, while Yin Yanhui asked with some curiosity, "How did Xiao Yuanman know?"
"But... that wasn't exactly a nightmare."
Meng Qingwan asked curiously, "Tell me, what did you dream about?"
Yin Yanhui organized her thoughts before slowly saying, "I keep dreaming of a woman wearing a big floral jacket with her hair down. In my dream, she calls me 'my husband' and says that I've caused her so much suffering."
"But I'm a woman, not a man! How could I hurt her? That's ridiculous! It's one thing for her to say I hurt her, but she keeps trying to kill me in my dreams. She stabbed me awake while I was taking a nap, and it hurt so much."
As Yin Yanhui spoke, she raised her hand and rubbed her chest, her resentment particularly deep.
Nan Yuanman listened and suddenly said, "That's not necessarily true. Aunt Yanhui is a girl now, but maybe she was a boy in her past life?"
Yin Yanhui: "Huh?"
Meng Qingwan keenly sensed something and asked Nan Yuanman, "Has Yuanman noticed something?"
She knew that Nan Yuanman had real skills, and she wouldn't say that Yin Yanhui kept having nightmares for no reason; there must be some connection between them.
"A little bit, but not very clear." Nan Yuanman held her milk cup obediently and asked, "Where has Aunt Yanhui been these past few days?"
Yin Yanhui also remembered what Meng Qingwan had mentioned to her abroad, knowing that her stepdaughter possessed extraordinary abilities. She didn't give her a perfunctory answer, but after careful consideration, she honestly replied:
"I didn't go anywhere. I just went to the cemetery to sweep Grandma's grave, and then I went back to Grandma's hometown to tidy up her little courtyard..."
As she was speaking, a sudden thought flashed through her mind, and her body abruptly froze.
etc……
The layout and decoration of Grandma's courtyard are exactly the same as the courtyard she dreamed of!
The only difference is that the inner screen wall in the courtyard has been smashed, and the ancient well has dried up!
Yin Yanhui swallowed hard, suddenly feeling the room was very cold. She stammered and asked Nan Yuanman, "Little, little Yuanman, is it... is there something unclean that came back from the courtyard with me?"
When Grandma was still alive, she told her an old story: if a house is left uninhabited for a long time, it will lose its vitality and some wandering ghosts or demons will live in it.
Is she possessed by a ghost? Or a demon?
But she hadn't done anything particularly immoral! At most, she had tricked her heartless parents, refused to help her sister who wanted her kidney, and severely punished her grandmother's son who was unkind to her.
She's targeting bad people!
Nan Yuanman shook his head: "No."
Yin Yanhui breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but the next second she heard Nan Yuanman say, "But she has indeed become attached to you. You and she are destined to be together for a lifetime."
"To be precise, she is the debt you owe, and she has come to collect it."
Yin Yanhui was stunned: "A karmic debt?"
Looking at the blood-red marriage line on her body that gradually solidified from its illusory appearance, Nan Yuanman continued, "If you don't repay your debt soon, she will steal your soul and make you marry her, thus completing your marriage in this lifetime."
"That means you're going to die."
Yin Yanhui rubbed her face hard: "No, why is this happening? What does my debt in my past life have to do with me in this life?"
"And besides, I've been a woman my whole life..."
How do women get married?
Nan Yuanman paused for a few seconds: "Isn't it you in both past and present lives? Besides... can't girls marry each other?"
"Gender shouldn't be a restriction for ghosts, right?"
If there were restrictions, that female ghost wouldn't have come looking for Aunt Yanhui.
Meng Qingwan frowned as she listened: "How do we solve this?"
"We need to find that female ghost first, understand the grudge between her and Aunt Yanhui, and then ask her what price she needs to pay to settle her debts."
Nan Yuanman patted her little chest: "Don't worry, Aunt Yanhui, I'm here. I won't let her take you away so easily."
Yin Yanhui couldn't hold back and rushed over to hug Nan Yuanman, giving him a pat on the back. She said gratefully, "Thank you, Yuanman!"
If it weren't for the perfect ending, she really wouldn't have known all these twists and turns, and maybe... she would have been taken away by a female ghost in her sleep.
Nan Yuanman smiled shyly, "You're welcome."
"Tomorrow is the weekend, Aunt Yanhui, why don't you take us to the place of your dreams?"
"The place you dreamed of is where the female ghost is going to hold her wedding with you."
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