Watching your beloved grandfather turn to ashes before your very eyes is an incredibly painful experience.
Han Jin's eyes were terribly red, and his voice trembled as he spoke, "Sister-in-law, my grandfather..."
He hesitated, not daring to ask a complete question.
Fear, the emotion of being afraid, couldn't be clearer.
Wan Jiao reached out and patted Han Jin's shoulder. "His soul is in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Mirror. After I perform the ritual, he can enter the underworld for reincarnation."
Upon receiving Wan Jiao's response, Han Jin breathed a slight sigh of relief, clasped his hands together, and surprisingly looked somewhat like a chivalrous knight.
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
Wan Jiao didn't reply, but instead drew a teleportation talisman and left with Han Jin.
About half a minute after they left, the barrier around the room disappeared automatically.
They came and went so quietly. No one in the entire Han family mansion will ever know they've been there.
Performing a ritual to help the deceased, Old Master Han, pass on to the afterlife is a matter of minutes.
After the Black and White Impermanence took the soul away, Wan Jiao walked up to Han Jin and solemnly reminded him, "It's time to pay."
Han Jin: "..."
…
When did Han Dongchi discover that Grandpa Han had disappeared?
Yes, it was when he delivered 'delicious food' to the old man as instructed by the channel manager.
There were no signs of a struggle inside, and everything was as it had been, so it didn't look like anyone had been there.
When Han Dongchi reported this to the channel manager, the channel manager, who was over fifty years old and had a beard and didn't look like a good person, suddenly changed his expression. "Second Master, are you sure?"
Han Dongchi personally inspected the site and was naturally certain.
The channel manager asked, and he nodded vigorously, "Channel manager, it's absolutely true. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself."
Of course, the channel manager had to go and see for himself.
That was a perfect work of art that he had meticulously crafted according to his master's requirements. If he really lost it, his master would definitely make him suffer a great loss.
Five minutes later, the channel manager followed Han Dongchi to the room where Old Master Han had previously lived.
He carried a strange magical artifact and paced back and forth in the room for an unknown amount of time before finally saying in a deep voice, "Someone has been here."
As he spoke, he walked to the spot where Old Master Han's body had turned to ashes, squatted down, touched the ground with his hand, then put it in his mouth and tasted it, before saying, "Old Master Han didn't disappear; he was eliminated."
Upon hearing that the old man had been eliminated, Han Dongchi became agitated.
"Director, you said the old man's zombie form was incredibly powerful, almost unbeatable. But... now the corpse is gone, what am I supposed to do?"
The channel manager remained calm and composed, saying, "It's alright, I'll just give you another corpse."
The channel manager was frantic: "It's all over! I'm going to have no way to explain this to my master. Hey, there's still half a month left. Should we have Master Han refine another one?"
Han Dongchi was completely unaware that he had been targeted by the channel manager.
He was overjoyed to hear that they could give him another corpse. "Chief Canal Manager, are you serious?"
The channel manager grunted in agreement. "We cultivators do not lie."
Han Dongchi clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Master, I'll leave everything to you. Don't worry about the money; I'll definitely give you that amount."
He held up two fingers.
It means: the agreed price, double.
The channel manager smiled with satisfaction, "Don't worry, Second Master, I will definitely live up to your expectations."
…
Wan Jiao had been playing on her phone in Han Jin's room for half an hour without saying a word. This really worried Han Jin.
He paced back and forth, pondering the question repeatedly, before finally asking in a very low voice, "Sister-in-law, since you know it was my second uncle who did it, why are we sitting here? How could my grandfather have died innocently?"
Upon hearing this, Wan Jiao looked up from her phone screen, glanced at Han Jin who was clearly anxious, and slowly said, "Evil people will be dealt with by other evil people, why are you in such a hurry?"
"My grandfather..."
Before Han Jin could finish speaking, Wan Jiao interrupted him again, saying, "They're fighting like dogs, and aren't we the ones who reap the benefits?"
"Han Jin, don't rush when things happen, be patient."
Wan Jiao's slightly upturned lips were undeniably beautiful, yet her words gave off a sinister aura no matter how you looked at them.
Han Jin frowned, staring at Wan Jiao's stunningly beautiful face. After much deliberation, he finally found his thoughts and voice.
"Sister-in-law, are you saying that Second Uncle and the people behind him are going to..."
"It's something that can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words!" Wan Jiao said, waving her phone in her hand. "When you have nothing to do, you might as well watch 'Running Sister,' it's really quite interesting."
Wan Jiao is Han Jin's backbone.
If she says she's fine, then she really is fine.
Han Jin first transferred 500 million to Wan Jiao, and then went to the live broadcast room of Running Man Sister to watch the live broadcast.
There were eleven regular female celebrities, plus one temporary guest, making a total of twelve, but it didn't affect the show's performance.
The comments section was filled with nostalgia for "Wan Banxian".
While watching, Han Jin chatted with Wan Jiao, "Sister-in-law, why did you suddenly quit? Netizens really like you."
If someone else asked, Wan Jiao would not tell.
But because the person in front of her was Han Jin, Ye Jin's good brother in this life, Wan Jiao did not hide anything, "I'm going to find Ye Jin. I always feel that he will come back to my side."
If someone else had said that, Han Jin would have immediately cursed, "Are you crazy?"
But... precisely because it was Wan Jiao who said it, Han Jin believed it without thinking, and that it was true.
He put down his phone, his voice slightly choked as he asked, "Sister-in-law, can I go with you?"
Wan Jiao refused outright, "No."
Han Jin moved his Adam's apple, about to ask why, when Wan Jiao spoke again, "Watch the live stream, stop thinking about nonsense."
"I can find him on my own!"
…
The gears of fate always turn at just the right time.
For example, at this moment, when Han Jin picked up his phone again and stared at the live broadcast room of Running Man, he saw a figure that he would never forget.
That figure was none other than Jieyu.
She had just washed her hair, and in simple loungewear, her still-damp long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked like a goddess from a painting walking into Han Jin's heart.
A glance that lasts a lifetime.
That's all there is to it!
Although Han Jin understood that with his grandfather's death and the great changes that had occurred in the Han family, he shouldn't be thinking about matters of love and sex at this time.
But... once you're moved, you're moved.
Some things are truly beyond the control of reason.
Almost instinctively, Han Jin took his phone and went to Wan Jiao, pointing at Jie Yu and asking, "Sister-in-law, who is she?"
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