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Zhao Ningbi stroked Gu Feng's hair, without saying much: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Gu Feng chuckled sheepishly, and Zhao Ningbi asked, "Haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Gu Feng rubbed his stomach and said, "No, I'm starving."

Zhao Ningbi patted his head: "Child, wait a minute, I'll go cook now."

Gu Feng nodded and smiled happily.

"Xin Xin, sit down for a while."

“Okay, Auntie,” Shixin replied with a smile.

Gu Feng and Shi Xin sat side by side on the sofa, and unconsciously recalled those encounters. They felt a sense of relief about the current situation.

Home is still the best!

Looking at the portrait opposite him, Gu Feng recalled the strange events of that night. Driven by curiosity, he stood up and walked towards the portrait.

The painting was framed in glass. Although it was a reproduction, it was still very exquisite. Every detail could be seen clearly. The eyeball that moved last night was just painted with paint. Although the painter was highly skilled, it was not a living thing after all. Up close, it looked lifeless and was just a blob of paint.

Seeing nothing particularly special, Gu Feng was about to return to his seat when, just as he turned around, the eyeball of the human head in the corner of his eye suddenly twitched again.

Home is good

Gu Yuehan, May 23, 12:56

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Volume 2, Chapter 44: You're Talking Nonsense

Gu Feng turned around in surprise and saw that it was just a piece of paint.

He moved his head and scanned with the corner of his eye, but the strange phenomenon no longer occurred.

Shih-hsin: "What's wrong?"

Gu Feng stared at the screen for a while longer: "No, it's just a little strange."

Shi Xin looked at him with a puzzled expression, and Gu Feng smiled and said, "I don't know what's going on. Maybe I'm just seeing things."

Soon, Zhao Ningbi invited them to the kitchen for a meal.

"Wow, it's been so long since I've had a proper taste of Mom's cooking. It's so much better than the canteen chefs at the Taoist temple." Gu Feng savored a bowl of meat soup, praising it repeatedly.

Gu Zhengtian frowned and said, "Who told you to run around outside every day instead of staying at home? If you had stayed home for another three to five years, you wouldn't be saying this."

Zhao Ningbi's tone was quite intimidating: "What do you mean by that? Are you saying my cooking isn't good?"

Gu Zhengtian glanced at Shi Xin: "Why are you shouting so loudly? You're scaring the child."

Zhao Ningbi glanced awkwardly at Shi Xin: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Shixin smiled and nodded.

I think I'm eating very slowly now.

Zhao Ningbi glanced at her husband, then sat down.

Gu Zhengtian asked Gu Feng, "Where have you been these past two days? You haven't even called back."

Gu Feng thought to himself, "I thought you guys had disappeared. Why did you call back only to have a ghost answer?" He swallowed a mouthful of rice and said, "I went to Grandpa's."

"ah?"

Gu Feng looked at his surprised parents and said with a smile, "It's just a casual stroll around there, no need to be so surprised, is it?"

Gu Zhengtian's expression was a little strange: "Then...did your grandfather say anything to you?"

Gu Feng, shoveling rice into his mouth, said, "No, he just took me to some places."

"You visited some places?"

Gu Feng: "I just visited those Taoist temples and monasteries!"

The two nodded thoughtfully...

In the yard outside the house.

Gu Feng stood there blankly, frowning.

It's strange, why did my parents react so strangely when I said I was going to visit my maternal grandparents? Logically, they should at least have asked me if my grandfather was alright, if he was upset that we hadn't visited him, or if he had said anything to me.

Shixin came out of the house.

"Gu Feng, come home with me, okay? I want to see if my dad is back yet."

"Great, let's go check on Ah Mao and the others."

Inside a high-rise residential building in the city center.

Shixin opened the tightly closed door with disappointment. Just as she expected, everything was exactly as it had been when she left a few days ago, nothing had been changed.

Gu Feng comforted him, "I heard the bishop and the others are discussing some big project, so they won't be back this early."

Shi Xin nodded dejectedly, glanced at the deserted house, and said, "Let's go."

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"Hey, Brother Feng, you're back!" Ah Mao greeted him timidly.

Gu Feng stared at him strangely: "What's wrong? Why are you trembling in broad daylight? Are you sick?"

Ah Mao suddenly seemed to perk up a bit, muttering strangely, "Not here to lecture me?" Still unsure, he asked, "Brother Feng, you haven't gone back yet?"

Gu Feng nodded and said, "I've already gone back. What, you want to treat me to lunch?"

A puzzled look appeared on Ah Mao's face. Gu Feng patted him and said, "What's wrong with you? You're acting all crazy."

Ah Mao suddenly said with a sob in her voice, "Brother Feng, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you. I was just afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it, so I tricked you into coming back like this. If you want to hit me, then hit me; if you want to scold me, then scold me. Don't pretend that nothing happened. It makes me feel very scared."

Gu Feng laughed and said, "What? You told my parents that everything was fine, saving me a lot of trouble. That's right, why would I hit you, scold you, or tell you I'm hungry?"

Ah Mao stared at Gu Feng's face: "Brother Feng, you haven't gone back yet, have you?"

"Oh my god, didn't I already say I went back? And even had lunch?"

"Lunch? You still have the mood to eat lunch?" Ah Mao's expression was completely replaced by disbelief, his eyes widening to the point of being comparable to a light bulb.

Gu Feng patted his head: "Cat, are you alright? Why did you suddenly lose your appetite?"

Ah Mao asked curiously, "Could it be that...could it be that you didn't see your uncle and aunt's portraits in the mourning hall when you got home?"

"What did you say?"

The sound of the ancient style is so powerful it can only be described as a bolt from the blue.

Even Shixin was momentarily lost in confusion and disbelief.

Ah Mao covered her ears with her hands and said with difficulty, "I know it was wrong of me to lie to you and say they were fine and asked you to come back, but I was doing it for your own good!"

Gu Feng chuckled nervously: "Ah Mao, when did you learn to make fun of me? You looking for a beating?"

Ah Mao asked suspiciously, "Are you saying I lied to your uncle and aunt to make fun of you, or something else?"

"I had lunch with them, what do you mean by suddenly telling me this? Isn't this just making fun of me?"

"What did you say?" Ah Mao asked with difficulty, and even took two steps back tremblingly.

Shi Xin vaguely heard him muttering "Impossible...impossible...how could this be?" She stepped forward and shouted, "Ah Mao, what exactly happened?"

Ah Mao said absentmindedly, "The day before yesterday, their bodies were brought back. They were said to have died of suffocation."

"You're talking nonsense!" Gu Feng blurted out angrily.

Are you talking nonsense?

Gu Yuehan, May 24, 13:13

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Chapter 45 of Volume 2: Funeral Home

Ah Mao said tremblingly, "Brother Feng, it's true, what you encountered might be..."

Gu Feng said sternly, "Are you trying to say that the person who had lunch with me just now was a 'ghost'?"

Ah Mao nodded solemnly.

Gu Feng smiled bitterly, "Absurd, Ah Mao. If you say that again, we won't even be friends anymore."

Shixin was also puzzled by what Ah Mao said. After all, they had just met, and in broad daylight, it didn't make sense. However, judging from Ah Mao's expression, he didn't seem to be joking. So what was going on?

She glanced at Gu Feng and knew that he was probably the most helpless one right now. No matter how humane it was explained, it was hard for anyone to accept. Just like when her mother suddenly passed away when she was nine years old, didn't she suffer for more than half a year before gradually recovering?

Ah Mao hesitated and said, "Brother Feng, listen to me, it's true, I'm telling the truth, I'm not lying to you. I even saw those people carrying my uncle and aunt's bodies into the morgue with my own eyes. By the way, you can ask Director Zhao, I remember he was in charge at the time."

At the entrance of the Cultural Bureau.

The old gatekeeper watched the three of them walk in and said in a sorrowful tone, "Xiao Feng, please accept my condolences."

Gu Feng frowned, said nothing more, and went straight inside.

"Oh, ancient style?"

Zhao Zhong, who was engrossed in organizing documents, suddenly felt the light being blocked. He looked up and was surprised to find that it was Gu Feng and the others.

Gu Feng said hesitantly and with a melancholy tone, "Uncle Zhao, my parents..."

Zhao Zhong stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Feng...you have to hang in there!"

In an instant, Gu Feng stood frozen as if struck by lightning. Who was Zhao Zhong? How could he have fallen so low as to play such a huge joke on him with Ah Mao? But his parents, who had been dining and chatting with him just half an hour ago, could they really just be gone like that?

No, I don't believe it!

Gu Feng ran away like a madman, completely disregarding the feelings of anyone present. He needed to confirm that he was right and they were wrong.

Zhao Zhong pointed at Gu Feng, who had run away, and murmured, unsure of what to say. He looked at A Mao in confusion and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Shi Xin watched the departing Gu Feng and asked with unusual calm, "Director, do you... believe in ghosts?"

Before Zhao Zhong could even process what Shi Xin meant, she had already followed in Gu Feng's footsteps and caught up with him.

So he could only turn his questioning gaze to Ah Mao, who shook her head and waved her hands, saying, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything!"

"Ah, life is so complicated and unpredictable." Zhao Zhong sighed, gazing quietly at the horizon. His old friend of decades had just left like that. Even though he was usually very resilient, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow at this moment.

"Uh, Chief, I'll go check on them. I won't bother you any longer," Ah Mao said, and quickly ran out.