Ming Mingzhong heaved a sigh. The spiritual nature of Lu Yao was different from that of other ghosts. Originally, Lu Sha was forever trapped at the place of death and couldn't break free. Now, although he had regained his freedom, he was completely sustained by his obsession.
Not to mention going home, it was extremely difficult for him to go out during the day!
Thinking of this, Ming Mingzhong felt a bit down. "If only there were still people who knew folk magic these days. They could use an object to call back the soul, and then Lu Yao could have a carrier to possess... It's a pity that this magic has been lost for so long. I only read about it in an old book."
Yu Nian stared at Ming Mingzhong for a while. Her tone was a bit strange. "The book you read, wasn't it *Odd Magic Miscellany*?"
Ming Mingzhong's eyes immediately widened. "You've read it too? I'm a big fan of that book! It's a pity that the author's name is unknown. Otherwise, I really would like to pay a visit to such a master. But even if this senior is still alive, he must be almost a hundred years old by now..."
Yu Nian didn't say a word. She got up, found two pieces of yellow paper, and slowly trimmed them with scissors.
Before long, a paper figurine the size of a palm was placed in front of Lu Yao. In the blink of an eye, the male ghost in front of them disappeared.
Looking at the paper figurine on the ground, it gradually stretched out and actually stood up slowly, walking like a living thing, with a clumsy and eerie feeling.
A dim light flashed, and the crude paper figurine took on color. Lu Yao reappeared, having a physical form just like a living person.
Ming Mingzhong beside them stared with wide eyes. "The soul - calling magic?? How do you know this?"
He had once participated in a Taoist discussion meeting. Dozens of young and talented Taoist friends couldn't figure out this magic, but Yu Nian managed to make it with a few cuts of the scissors?
Yu Nian felt like laughing. Why did she know this?
Because she had written that book out of boredom. While summarizing strange magics from ancient times to the present, she had also added some of her own opinions and innovations.
At that time, being young and impetuous, she had given the book away after writing it. She had thought the book was long gone, but unexpectedly, it had become a reference document nowadays.
Yu Nian stretched and patted Lu Yao on the shoulder. "Before your obsession is resolved, stay in my Taoist temple and help with the work!"
After saying that, she yawned and slowly walked back into the house.
Lu Yao, who now had a physical form, stood still for a while, then slowly nodded. He walked to the steps outside the house and stared at the moon in silence.
The next evening, in a private room of a hot - pot restaurant in Kyoto, He Zhiping looked at Ming Mingzhong, whose eye circles were dark and hands were shaking non - stop, and clicked his tongue in wonder. "Did you go stealing landmines all night and get blown up?"
Ming Mingzhong nodded woodenly. Then he took out a pile of old paper figurines from his pocket and mumbled sadly, "Why?"
He Zhiping was a bit confused. He turned to look at Lu Yao, who didn't move his chopsticks. "Why don't you eat?"
Lu Yao's black eyes slowly turned in a different direction. His movement was stiff and eerie. "The hot pot is too hot. My body will be steamed and damaged."
He Zhiping shivered. Although Lu Yao was now no different from an ordinary person, being stared at by him for a long time still gave him a creepy feeling.
He turned to look at Feng Chengyuan, who was eating slowly. "President Feng, on such a hot day, why did you listen to Yu Nian and come to eat hot pot?"
Feng Chengyuan glanced at Yu Nian, who was eating seriously beside him. The steam made her features look even more moist. Her rosy little face was puffed out, finally showing a bit of a worldly atmosphere.
Feng Chengyuan lowered his head to hide the smile in his eyes and said seriously, "You should eat hot pot in summer. It can refresh your mind and nourish your spirit."
He Zhiping believed Feng Chengyuan's words. Hearing this, he took a big gulp of ice soda and nodded seriously. "Makes sense."
Yu Nian was burying her head in eating. Suddenly, she felt it was a bit spicy and reached out for the ice soda. But Feng Chengyuan stopped her. "Ice water hurts your stomach. Drink this."
A room - temperature sweet milk with a straw in it was gently placed in front of Yu Nian. Yu Nian nodded to thank him. After taking a sip of the milk, it neutralized the spiciness of the hot pot and had a faint sweet and mellow taste. She felt completely at ease.
He Zhiping beside them silently put down the extremely cold ice soda bottle and swallowed his tears.
As soon as the group walked out of the restaurant, Yu Nian stopped. "There's a grudge."
Ming Mingzhong immediately became alert and looked around.
It was late at night and very quiet. The sound of the leaves rustling was especially obvious. Among them was a faint, shrill cry, like a child's cry or a wild cat's whine. The grass in front of them shook violently. After a while, a crying voice slowly came, with a milky voice and a strong sense of grievance. "A Si has searched for you so hard. Don't you want A Si anymore?"
A little milk baby like a white dumpling jumped out of the bushes. There were still two green leaves hanging on his black hair tips. He looked up and ran towards the group with tears in his eyes. His eyes were black and bright, with the clean aura unique to children. But his body was full of grudges, so strong that it was almost materialized. An ordinary person could see his translucent figure with the naked eye.
Seeing this little ghost running straight towards Yu Nian, Feng Chengyuan stepped forward to protect Yu Nian behind him. His tone was cold and solemn. "Who are you?"
The little ghost was stunned for a moment and cried even more sadly. His small shoulders twitched. He actually rushed forward and tightly hugged Feng Chengyuan's long calf, shouting, "Dad!"
Feng Chengyuan stiffened all over. His eyes were full of disbelief and confusion. "What did you call me?"
The little ghost tried to raise his head and choked. "Dad! I'm A Si!"
He Zhiping stumbled for a moment. What explosive news was this? Weren't people saying that Feng Chengyuan was not interested in women? How come he had a son out of the blue?
Yu Nian burst out laughing and bent over. She patted Feng Chengyuan on the shoulder. "I didn't expect that President Feng would have a son at such a young age. Congratulations!"
Feng Chengyuan pinched the bridge of his nose. His peach - blossom eyes were full of helplessness. "Yu Nian, this really isn't my child."
After Yu Nian stopped laughing, she walked up to the little ghost. Seeing that he was cute, she pinched his cheek. "What's your name? Why are you here?"
Unexpectedly, the little ghost suddenly slapped Yu Nian's hand away. His tone was unfriendly. "Bad woman, it's you who has bewitched my dad, right? Let me tell you, you'll never be able to enter our Wang family!"
Feng Chengyuan frowned slightly and was in a daze for a moment.
"Who is Wang Pingjin to you?"
The little ghost seemed to be very afraid of Feng Chengyuan. After shrinking back, he hiccupped with a sob. "Dad, aren't you Wang Pingjin? I saw your photo in mom's phone album. She often cries looking at your photo."
Feng Chengyuan was a bit in a daze. It took him a while to come back to his senses. His tone was surprisingly gentle. "Be good, A Si. Wait for me here for a while."
He got up and pulled Yu Nian into a narrow alley. His face was a bit gloomy. "A Si is my nephew."
Yu Nian was a bit surprised. "Aren't you the only child in your family?"
"His mother is the daughter of my aunt's family, my cousin Gao Qian. Although we're not siblings, I watched her grow up. Five years ago, when she was 19 and still in college in City F, she fell in love with a poor young man named Wang Pingjin. We thought it was just a young couple falling in love, so my aunt didn't stop her too much. But unexpectedly, Xiao Qian got pregnant with Wang Pingjin's child. My uncle was so angry that he had a heart attack and was hospitalized. My aunt also advised Gao Qian to abort the child. But Gao Qian was determined to marry the penniless Wang Pingjin far away. Eventually, she quarreled with the family and cut off all contact."