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With Jianjian's words, it was as if thunder had struck the ground, leaving everyone stunned, including Zhang the Fat. At that moment, everyone at the table held their breath.
Jianjian was about to continue speaking, but I stopped her. Such private matters should not be discussed in public.
After settling the bill, our group left the place.
We had only taken a few steps when Wang Wei suddenly called out to me. I paused and asked what was wrong.
Wang Wei said, "Saning, I might know where my body is."
"Where?" I immediately asked.
Wang Wei appeared hesitant, ultimately deciding not to reveal anything just yet. She suggested that I help Jianjian resolve her issues first. Wang Wei mentioned that Relic could bring the dead back to life.
Perhaps using Relic now could help Wang Wei revive in her current physical form, but she seemed reluctant. She still hoped to find her own body.
Since Wang Wei wasn't willing to share more at that moment, I decided not to press further.
When I returned home and opened the door, I saw Ke'er standing right in front of me. She looked a bit unwell upon seeing me enter.
A gentle smile appeared on Ke'er's lips as she called out, "Husband, you're back."
I didn't say a word; instead, I walked up and embraced Ke'er directly.
"Husband, what are you doing? There are still so many people here!" Ke'er said shyly.
I replied that it didn't matter; my connection with Ke'er was now singular. Only Ke'er could find me, while I couldn't locate her.
I asked Ke'er if she was okay. She replied that she was fine.
Zhang Pangzi and Wang Wei nearby remarked how bitter it was. At that moment, I remembered that I still hadn't dealt with Jianjian's situation. I let go of Ke'er and glanced around for Wandering Soul, but I couldn't see him or sense his presence.
I was curious, but I didn't voice my questions just yet.
Some matters are better addressed through others' words.
Jianjian said that ten years ago, she killed her mother.
At that moment, Jianjian looked somewhat lost, her eyes devoid of life. I called out to her and encouraged her to continue.
Jianjian said, "Ten years ago, my mother killed my brother, so I killed her. She had bipolar disorder and later turned to drugs, which caused her to hallucinate and ultimately led to my brother's death. After that, I killed her."
Jianjian recounted a murder case so simply; she was only a teenager ten years ago when she ended her mother's life.
Jianjian continued, "Actually, I don't hate her. I loved her. If she hadn't killed my brother, I wouldn't have laid a hand on her." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.
Ke'er quickly understood the gravity of the situation.
Wang Wei sighed.
No one would want to kill their own mother, yet her mother had taken her brother's life. Did she not realize what she had done even after death? Did she not understand what was wrong?
I asked Jianjian, "When did your mother's spirit appear?"
"A month ago, a month ago I saw her ghost."
For an entire month, her mother had failed to kill Jianjian. Suddenly, I understood something. I glanced at Jianjian and thought that perhaps the ghost simply couldn't kill Jianjian; she just didn't know it. Of course, this was just my personal speculation.
After Jianjian spoke, the place fell into an eerie silence.
Wang Wei felt the ghost's presence most deeply. In life, one often fails to cherish many things, only to realize their value after death, but by then, it is too late for regret.
Zhang, the chubby one, comforted Jianjian.
I asked Jianjian, "Has your mother come by these days?"
Jianjian looked at me, her expression suddenly turning fearful. She raised her hand and pointed behind me, then exclaimed, "She's here! My mother is here..."
Her voice trembled as Zhang quickly pulled Jianjian into his embrace. Meanwhile, Ke'er, Wang Wei, and I turned to look in the direction Jianjian was pointing.
I saw her—a woman with disheveled hair and a deathly pale face standing right in front of me.
Ke'er hurriedly stepped in front of me.
While other ghosts emitted a glow like fireflies, she radiated a chilling aura of malice.
Ke'er asked sharply, "What do you want?"
The woman let out a cold laugh without saying a word and slowly turned to leave. But I noticed a bloody hole in her forehead as she did.
She had disappeared, not making a move against Jianjian here.
Jianjian trembled in Zhang Pangzi's embrace.
I couldn't help but gasp. I could feel the heavy resentment of that ghost from earlier; standing in front of me, it was suffocating.
Wang Wei rushed forward and said to me, "Saning, that ghost seems off."
I asked what was wrong.
Before Wang Wei could respond, Ke'er spoke up, "Husband, that ghost's consciousness seemed to be controlled by someone."
I didn't quite understand what Ke'er meant. She explained, "It means her soul was manipulated; killing Jianjian might not have been her intention."
Upon hearing Ke'er's explanation, I realized that the Vengeful Spirit, which hadn't appeared for ten years, had suddenly shown up and was intent on killing Jianjian. It was very likely, as Ke'er and Wang Wei suggested, that Jianjian's mother had been controlled by someone.
But why did she appear just now and then disappear again? Was it truly because I was here?
Wang Wei informed Zhang Pangzi that Jianjian's mother had already left.
Zhang Pangzi comforted Jianjian, and her emotions gradually stabilized. However, what did it mean for Jianjian's mother to appear just now? Logically, she should have waited until Jianjian was alone to act.
What did that sudden appearance signify?
Lost in thought, it was already ten o'clock at night when my phone suddenly rang. I saw an unfamiliar number and pressed the answer button. A woman's voice came through the line, saying, "Are you Mr. Saning? Your friend has woken up in the hospital and wants to see you."
I hummed in response, and after hanging up the phone, Ke'er asked me who it was.
I told her that Chen San had woken up and wanted to see me. Without hesitation, I took Ke'er and the others to the hospital. In the car, I reassured Jianjian not to worry too much.
Wang Wei added that if it was indeed someone else pulling the strings, then suddenly recalling something, he shouted for Zhang Pangzi, saying, "Pangzi, isn't your uncle known as Zhang the Fortune Teller? Have him help out."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Pangzi became a bit excited and said, "Can my uncle really do it?"
"Of course! Just take your girlfriend over there now; your uncle will definitely have a way," Wang Wei replied.
Jianjian seemed to be in a state of unease.
After Zhang Pangzi dropped us off at the hospital, he intended to take Jianjian to meet Zhang Dexin, but Jianjian refused to go, insisting that she trusted me.
In the end, Zhang Pangzi resolutely decided to go fetch his uncle himself.
Zhang Pangzi's love for Jianjian was truly commendable.
Once we entered the ward, Chen San was staring at the ceiling. The blood on his face and body had been cleaned up, and the blood in his hair had also been dried out.
His hair had turned completely white, which, combined with his clean and pale face, made him look even more haggard.
When Chen San saw me arrive, he sat up from the hospital bed.
I urged him to lie down and rest, but Chen San insisted he was fine. He then got off the bed directly, looking just like an ordinary person.
The first thing Chen San said to me was, "I want to talk to you alone."
I understood what Chen San meant, so I let everyone else leave. At first glance, he seemed a bit sinister, but after interacting with him, I found him to be quite upright.
Chen San was mysterious; I couldn't see through him.
Once everyone had left, only Chen San and I remained in the hospital room. He asked me if the Relic had been given to Zhang Dexin. I replied that it had.
I thanked Chen San, saying that without his help, both Wang Wei and I might have died there.
Chen San replied softly, "I didn't help you; I only helped myself."
I looked at Chen San in surprise. He suddenly coughed a few times and said, "Before entering the dilapidated temple, I already anticipated this outcome."
"Then why did you go in?"
Chen San fell silent, not responding immediately.
The window in the hospital room was open, and a cold breeze blew in from outside. Chen San appeared somewhat frail. After a moment, he asked, "Saning, do you think I'm a living person?"
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