Teach them all!
Learn it all!
After careful consideration, Zhong Qin came to this conclusion.
Zhong Yan and Bai Zhixuan were not very satisfied with the result.
If given a second chance, Zhong Yan wished she could have cut off Bai Zhixuan's chance to learn ghost-catching techniques from the very beginning. Only then could she feel better, but that was clearly unrealistic. More importantly, Bai Zhixuan had already learned some of the Zhong family's techniques before this.
Grandma, perhaps, intended to test her.
"Grandma Zhong, Grandma Zhong, please come and help!"
"..."
Before they could even begin their studies, Aunt Zhao Cui from next door rushed in, looking flustered and on the verge of collapse. Zhong Yan was slightly taken aback; why was there an aura of death emanating from her?
"It's come back to life! It's come back to life!"
"What?" Zhong Qin's expression changed. Zhao Cui's husband, Su Bohai, had just passed away the day before yesterday. According to the local custom, his body should be laid to rest at home, with his relatives surrounding him, burning paper money, and sending him off on his final journey.
Could it be...?
She realized something and rushed out.
Zhong Yan frowned slightly, feeling somewhat uneasy. The words those two ghost messengers had said earlier swirled in her mind. Damn it, could they all be true?
Bai Zhixuan glanced at her triumphantly: "Oh, Zhong Yan, are you scared? After all, you've been weak since childhood and are afraid of ghosts, so you shouldn't go."
Zhong Yan didn't even glance at her and walked straight out.
The Su family's mourning hall.
The contents inside were in complete disarray, with paper from the basin in front of the hall scattered everywhere. Faintly, one could hear weeping, as if the sound was coming from a coffin.
Hearing this sent chills down my spine.
Zhong Qin glanced at it and was about to go in. She wanted to see who was causing trouble. However, before she could move, Zhong Yan grabbed her sleeve.
"Grandma."
"Let go." Zhong Qin said coldly, then realized that her attitude was not quite right, and quickly added, "I'll go in and deal with it. If you're scared, let Zhixuan stay with you."
"I want to go too." Zhong Yan paused. She originally wanted to say that she wouldn't let her grandmother go in and wouldn't get involved in these things anymore, but she knew that was impossible.
She felt somewhat defeated.
Ultimately, it was because I wasn't skilled enough; otherwise, Grandma wouldn't have had to take that risk.
“Zhong Yan, this is not a place for fooling around.”
"I know." Zhong Yan bit her lip and, taking advantage of her inattention, slipped inside first. She knew that it would be difficult to convince people with words alone.
"Sister, Grandma, look at her! Going in now will only make things worse." Bai Zhixuan was a step too late. Seeing her rush into the mourning hall, she immediately stirred things up, "As the inheritor of the Zhong family's ghost-catching skills, she's so impulsive and hot-tempered, she doesn't consider the big picture at all..."
"That's enough." Zhong Qin frowned. Shouldn't she be worried about Zhong Yan's safety at a time like this? She has no experience at all; what if something happens to her?
Bai Zhixuan paused slightly, adopting a timid demeanor, and was about to say a few more words when she noticed that Zhong Qin had already followed her inside.
She quickly followed.
Zhong Yan had reached the coffin. The closer she got, the more puzzled she became. The body had already been cremated, so how could it possibly have come back to life? Could it be that there was something strange about Old Man Su's death, and he was unwilling to accept it, so he came back to seek revenge?
Furthermore, since ghost messengers are no longer responsible for capturing souls, it's only natural for them to return home when they have nowhere else to go.
A low sob, a series of calls...
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