Chapter 29 Part 2: You’re Insane

A week had passed since that stream.

During that time, Xiao Jia’s mother occasionally sent over some imported ingredients.

“Master Qianyang.”

 

On the other side of the camera, Xiao Jia’s mother seemed to be on an outdoor lawn.

 

The weather was quite nice today.

The sun was warm.

Many people were camping on the grass, and some were flying kites in the distance.

 

Xiao Jia’s mother sat on a green picnic mat, with snacks and pastries spread out.

She looked much better, almost radiant.

“Master, long time no see,” Xiao Jia’s mother said.

 

Seeing that her condition had visibly improved, Qianyang couldn’t help but smile.

“Long time no see.”

 

– Wow!

Xiao Jia’s mother looks great!

– Truly a world of difference from last week!

– Sob sob, even though it has nothing to do with me, it’s still so satisfying!

– The streamer is truly amazing.

She saved an innocent family.

 

“How is Xiao Jia doing?”

Qianyang asked.

 

Xiao Jia’s mother couldn’t help but smile.

“He’s improving very quickly!

We’ve been accompanying him in the sun these past few days.

After confirming that he can go out, we took him to fly kites.”

“That’s good.”

“He hasn’t had another episode, and he can express his feelings in simple ways!”

“Is that so?

Congratulations.”

Qianyang felt Xiao Jia’s mother’s joy and smiled as well.

“Master Qianyang, I really don’t know how to thank you.”

 

Remembering what had happened, Xiao Jia’s mother couldn’t help but redden her eyes, though the smile on her face never diminished.

 

Qianyang said, “You’ve already thanked me.”

“That’s not enough to express even one-tenth of our gratitude.”

 

Qianyang said helplessly, “The things you’ve sent are almost more than we can fit in the house.”

“That’s okay.

You and the Yang siblings can take your time eating them,” Xiao Jia’s mother said.

“Where is Xiao Jia?”

Qianyang asked.

 

Xiao Jia’s mother said, “He’s over there with his dad, flying kites.”

“Them?”

Qianyang caught that detail.

 

Xiao Jia’s mother fell silent for a moment.

 

Then she smiled. “Master Qianyang, you might think we’re too weak.”

 

– What do you mean?

– Huh???

– What’s going on?

– Who are “them”?

 

Qianyang looked at her without speaking.

 

Xiao Jia’s mother exhaled.

“Three months ago, Wang Yong had an accident at a construction site and also went back to his hometown to lay low for a while.

He Shan and I had all our energy focused on Xiao Jia, so we never looked into it.

A few days ago, He Shan asked around with some workers and found out that Wang Yong had been involved in a hit-and-run after drunk driving.

The victim still hasn’t received compensation, can’t afford surgery, and is paralyzed at home.”

 

– Holy shit?!

– Oh my god…

– People like that are so disgusting!

– I’m truly speechless.

How can there be such an animal?

– Despicable!

– Asshole.

 

“Several workers witnessed it, but they hadn’t been paid their project fees, so they didn’t dare report him.

After they learned he had been arrested for attempted murder, they went with He Shan to the police station to report him.”

 

Xiao Jia’s mother said, “We asked the police.

His case is quite serious.

With multiple charges, he will most likely never get out.”

 

– Death penalty!

Sentence him to death!

– The death penalty is very strictly applied.

His case probably doesn’t meet the standard unless there’s other evidence.

– Then let him rot in prison!

He’s a menace!

– People like that are truly a scourge!

– Life imprisonment!

No commutation!!!

 

Qianyang listened in silence.

In fact, Wang Yong had also suffered the backlash of the Hundred-Claw Heart-Piercing Curse, which had damaged his very foundation.

Even if he went to prison, he probably wouldn’t live more than a few years.

His body would gradually deteriorate, and he would die slowly in sickness and pain.

 

Xiao Jia’s mother continued, “The night before last, Wang Yong’s wife also died suddenly at home.”

 

– Serves her right.

– People like that don’t deserve sympathy.

– I hope no saints show up in the comments.

I swear I’ll curse them out.

– That couple deserves to die!

And dying so easily is too good for them!

She should have been unable to speak or walk, tortured by illness for life!

– I don’t care if that couple lives or dies.

I just feel bad for that child.

– He’s truly innocent, born into that kind of family.

– Yeah… what will happen to that child?

 

Seeing the lamentations in the comments, Xiao Jia’s mother lowered her eyes, revealing a very complex expression.

“…We’ve decided to adopt Xiao Qi until he turns eighteen,” Xiao Jia’s mother said.

 

Mentioning the child, there was no resentment on her face, only complexity.

 

– Sigh…

– Even though the child is innocent, if it were me, I might not be able to completely avoid blaming him.

– I don’t know what to say.

Both children are victims of Wang Yong and his wife.

– No wonder they’re so wealthy.

People like you truly deserve to get rich!

 

Qianyang didn’t look surprised when she heard this.

She had probably already guessed.

 

Xiao Jia’s mother sighed.

“Xiao Qi is a child we’ve watched grow up.

To us, he’s no different from our own child.

Besides, having him by Xiao Jia’s side has indeed helped Xiao Jia recover faster.”

“Xiao Qi’s mother must have known she didn’t have long to live.

She agreed to let us adopt Xiao Qi.

Part of their assets were given to Auntie Wang to go back to her hometown, and the rest was left to Xiao Qi.

For now, we plan to pay the compensation to the victim of the drunk-driving hit-and-run, pay the workers their project fees, and save the rest for Xiao Qi, to give to him when he turns eighteen.”

“Master, we truly couldn’t abandon that child,” Xiao Jia’s mother sighed.

 

Qianyang said, “You must have thought long and hard before making this decision.

Don’t worry too much about what others think.”

 

– The streamer is right.

– You’ve made your decision.

No one else has the right to say anything.

– I hope your family and Xiao Qi all do well!

– Good people are rewarded!

– When Xiao Qi grows up, will he…

– And after you adopt Xiao Qi, if there’s still a rift in your hearts, will you…

 

Xiao Jia’s mother looked into the distance.

“Whether there’s a rift in my heart, I don’t know.

I also don’t know how Xiao Qi will see us when he grows up.

For now, our plan is to try not to let the parents’ actions affect the two brothers, and let them grow up healthy and happy together.”

 

– That makes sense.

– Who knows what the future holds?

– Even though Xiao Jia’s mother says that, I think she and Xiao Jia’s father will treat Xiao Qi well.

– Even though Xiao Qi is young, he knows his parents were in the wrong.

He’s a good child.

Under the guidance of such good adoptive parents, he will surely become an excellent person!

– Exactly!

He was already so well-behaved under the influence of those terrible parents.

With new parents, he’ll surely be even better.

 

Qianyang didn’t comment on the matter.

“How is Xiao Qi’s health?”

 

Xiao Jia’s mother sighed almost inaudibly.

“Compared to before, his body is weaker.

He Shan and I took both children to the doctor.

Fortunately, there are no major problems, just needing slow recovery.”

“Even so, Xiao Qi can never return to his former energetic state.”

 

Qianyang smiled.

“As long as it doesn’t affect daily life, that’s fine.”

 

Xiao Jia’s mother smiled too.

“You’re right.

These two children still have a long road ahead.”

 

Xiao Jia’s mother stood up, putting those worries behind her.

“Let me show you them.”

“Okay.”

 

Xiao Jia’s mother walked across the green grass.

The camera slowly showed the figures of Xiao Jia’s father and the three of them.

 

Xiao Jia’s father guided the kite string spool into Xiao Jia’s hand.

 

Xiao Jia looked up at the butterfly kite flying high in the sky, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

 

Even though his smile looked very stiff, and he held the spool without any other movement, he already seemed much more alive.

“Brother Xiao Jia!”

Xiao Qi, who had picked a bunch of wildflowers from somewhere, ran to his side and handed them to him.

“Get well soon!”

 

After just a few steps, he was already out of breath, his face red and beaded with sweat.

 

Xiao Jia looked down at him, took the wildflowers, and handed him the kite string spool.

His pale lips parted.

“Qiqi.”

 

Xiao Jia’s father took out a tissue and wiped Xiao Qi’s sweat, frowning.

“Don’t you remember what the doctor said?

You need to take it easy.

No running around like before.”

 

– I hope your life can remain this beautiful and peaceful.

– Xiao Jia, get well soon!

– I want to cry.

I’m glad everything is moving in a good direction.

– The two brothers will surely have a good relationship in the future, right?

– They certainly will!

 

Xiao Jia’s mother’s voice carried a smile.

“Xiao Qi is very sensible.

After waking up, he never mentioned his parents again.

When I told him he’d be living with us from now on, he didn’t cry or make a fuss.

The first two nights, he secretly cried on his own, but he’s been better these past two days.”

“He Shan and I discussed it.

We don’t want him to have any more ties to the Wang family.

When he’s older, we’ll suggest he take my surname and just be our child.

If he doesn’t want to, we’ll dissolve the adoption when he turns eighteen.”

 

Qianyang said, “That sounds good.”

“Yes.

We also hope this matter can end here.

Let the past be the past.

We’re afraid of affecting their future lives.

Sorry for troubling everyone.”

 

– Since Wang Yong and his wife have received their punishment, and Xiao Jia is recovering, this matter is over.

– I wish your family all the best, and the two children good health.

– Best wishes!

– May Xiao Jia and Xiao Qi grow up safely.

– Goodbye!

 

And with that, this matter was completely closed.

 

How the two children’s relationship would develop from now on would likely not be known to outsiders.

 

Life continued.

 

***

 

Two weeks later, Qianyang reconnected with Song Yunli.

 

The matter of extending his lifespan could finally be addressed.

 

Initially, Qianyang had contacted him once.

He hadn’t seemed very enthusiastic about it, only saying he hadn’t had time recently and asking her to wait—he would contact her.

 

Two weeks later, just as Qianyang had almost completely forgotten about it, he finally called.

“Master Qianyang, are you free tomorrow?”

Song Yunli asked.

 

At the time, Qianyang was meditating on her bed.

“Ah… yes,” Qianyang said.

“Please come over tomorrow.

I’ll send a driver to pick you up.”

“Okay.”

 

It worked out well.

Tomorrow, both Yang Mao and Yang Wei were off, so they could come along and learn something.

 

Through this period of living together, Qianyang had discovered that in terms of occult talent, Yang Wei was actually better than her brother.

 

For example, even without studying mediumship, she could already fully sense Qin Shuyi’s presence.

 

Since she was her apprentice’s sister, it couldn’t hurt for her to learn some occult knowledge.

 

The next morning at nine, the driver Song Yunli had arranged arrived at the neighborhood gate.

 

Qianyang had requested time off on her social media account.

The comment section was full of lamentations.

“This car must cost a lot, right?”

Yang Mao looked at the silver car parked by the roadside, full of wonder.

“I never thought I’d live to ride in such a nice car.”

“Is it very expensive?”

Qianyang asked.

 

Yang Wei explained, “About twenty million.

Global limited edition.”

“That is indeed quite expensive.”

 

Qianyang thought for a moment, then shifted the topic.

“Apprentice, have you gotten your driver’s license?”

“No.

Why would I need that?”

 

Qianyang said, “Get one when you have time.

Buy a basic car.

It’ll be more convenient for getting around.”

“Alright.

I’ll do it later.”

 

The driver was like a wooden man throughout.

After the initial greeting, he paid no attention to anything outside.

 

As the car drove, Yang Mao muttered, “It’s so cramped.”

 

The three of them didn’t like sitting in the front passenger seat, so they all squeezed into the back.

But for some reason, they left a small space empty, as if deliberately set aside.

 

Qianyang also felt cramped.

She said to the empty space, “Shuyi, sit in the front passenger seat.”

 

The driver’s ear twitched.

He observed the backseat through the rearview mirror.

 

A moment later, he felt a cold wind brush past the back of his neck.

The three in the back immediately relaxed and filled the empty space.

 

The backseat instantly became more spacious.

 

The driver instinctively glanced at the passenger seat twice, as if thinking of something, but no fear appeared on his face.

 

The car drove straight to the suburbs.

 

Yang Mao asked curiously, “This doesn’t seem like the way to Shenlin Residence.”

 

The driver said, “Mr. Song has returned to his old home.”

“Oh…”

 

The car drove for over an hour.

Qianyang had never been in a car for so long.

Before long, she leaned on Yang Wei and fell asleep.

 

When they arrived, Yang Wei gently patted her hand.

“Sister, wake up.

We’re here.”

 

Qianyang opened her sleepy eyes and looked out the window.

She saw a very old, large villa.

 

The villa’s walls had yellowed.

The doors and windows were mostly antique pieces from decades ago.

The floor tiles, after so many years, had cracked.

 

This place looked like it had never been renovated or repaired.

“Please, this way.”

 

The driver opened the left door for Qianyang.

The butler they had seen at Shenlin Residence stood at the entrance, smiling at them.

“Master Qianyang, you’ve had a long journey.”

 

Qianyang stepped out of the car and looked at the old building before her.

She unconsciously frowned.

 

The yin energy here was so heavy.

 

Yang Mao got out of the car, saw the house, and shivered involuntarily.

He quietly moved closer to Qianyang and asked in a low voice, “Master, are there ghosts here?”

 

Qianyang’s expression grew grave.

“Yes.”

 

And more than one, with extremely heavy resentment.

“Shuyi, you don’t need to come in with us,” Qianyang instructed.

 

The yin energy here was too dense.

Moreover, someone had deliberately preserved the house in its old state.

Those ghosts probably wouldn’t allow other kindred spirits to set foot here.

 

Yang Mao couldn’t help pulling his coat tighter.

He thought this place would be perfect for filming a horror movie.

“Please follow me,” the butler said with a bow.

 

Qianyang and the others followed him inside.

 

Throughout, Qianyang was surveying the house.

 

This place was probably nearly a hundred years old.

The people who had lived here over the years were born and died here, inevitably leaving behind some yin energy.

 

Entering the villa’s main door, Qianyang noticed that not only had the exterior remained unchanged, but even the interior furnishings and objects still bore the marks of time.

 

And quite clearly, the yin energy was even heavier inside.

“Master, you’re here.”

 

Under the porch, on the hallway leading to the back of the villa, a figure appeared almost out of thin air.

 

The house was so strange that Qianyang hadn’t noticed when he appeared.

 

The three turned their heads, following the sound.

 

Song Yunli wore an old black robe, his long hair loose, standing quietly under the eaves, looking at them.

 

His thick yin energy almost completely merged with the villa.

 

Yang Mao and Yang Wei were startled.

In this outfit, he was indistinguishable from the ghosts wandering this villa!

 

Qianyang looked at his gloomy figure, not looking away for a long time.

 

Slowly, she lowered her gaze.

Her eyes were filled with an unshakable gravity.

 

She lifted her eyes, her teeth and lips pressing together.

“…You’re insane.”

 

What she saw was far more than what others could see with their naked eyes.

 

On Song Yunli’s left and right stood two dark shadows, their humanoid forms faintly discernible.

 

For soul entities, the more transparent, the purer; the denser, the more polluted.

 

The degree of pollution indicated their attitude toward the human world.

 

The two soul entities beside Song Yunli—one large, one small—had clearly reached the utmost level of resentment.

 

They clung to Song Yunli with an intimacy that clearly showed he was raising them himself!

 

The connection between him and the soul entities was almost inseparable.

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