Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Seeking Help from the Ancestral Master
Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Seeking Help from the Ancestral Master
Shang Junxiao’s skin twitched, “A supernatural event?”
“Calm down, calm down. I’m just putting forward a possibility,” Wen Zishu soothed, clapping him on the shoulder. “After all, think about it, even if you do sleepwalk, but you don’t have any special fetishes, why would you buy an identical women’s underwear? And you can’t do laundry, so it’s not like sleepwalking would grant you some skills you totally lack, right?”
Shang Junxiao was taken aback, “…That does seem to be true.”
Seeing him waver, Wen Zishu guided gently, “Plus, Old Shang, think about it, is there any trace of someone else, or something else, left in your house?”
“…No,” Shang Junxiao replied, shaking his head, “My house is normal, with only traces of me coming and going.”
Wen Zishu hinted, “Could it be a ghost then? Ghosts wouldn’t leave any traces.”
He suddenly felt afraid, “Young man, don’t scare me, okay!”
“I’m not. I’m serious, Old Shang,” Wen Zishu sighed and confided the encounters he and Fu Shiyan had had these past two days to Shang Junxiao in secret, “You see, Old Shang, sometimes you have to believe in these things. Shiyan and I…”
Fu Shiyan had been playmates with all of them before he went abroad.
In the Fu family’s generation, he ranked third, so everyone called him Third Brother.
The others followed suit. Duan Jianchuan was Fourth Brother, and Wen Zishu, being the youngest in the group and only slightly older than Shang Junxiao, was referred to by Shang Junxiao as Young Man.
Shang Junxiao knew that his Young Man was never reliable.
Third Brother was very reliable.
When Wen Zishu brought up Fu Shiyan, Shang Junxiao half believed him already.
Listening to Wen Zishu painting a vivid picture, a chill ran down Shang Junxiao’s spine, “Is that really true?”
“Would I lie to you?” Wen Zishu thumped his chest, “If you don’t believe me, you can ask Third Brother. If you can’t trust me, can’t you trust Third Brother?”
Everyone had always been fearful of Fu Shiyan, and nobody would use him as a shield or pull a prank.
Wen Zishu certainly didn’t have the nerve.
If he dared to involve Third Brother, then it had to be true.
Thinking this, Shang Junxiao became even more anxious. “So, you mean to say that there really are… ghosts in this world?”
Wen Zishu coughed, “Well, I can only say it’s better to be safe than sorry, Old Shang. You’d better be more careful.”
“What should I do then?” Shang Junxiao’s face grew longer upon hearing this, “I don’t know what to do?”
Not wanting to see his brother in trouble, Wen Zishu thought for a moment, then looped his arm around Shang Junxiao’s neck, “How about this, tomorrow I’ll take you to see someone, the abbess of Jiaoyang Temple. She’s very skilled. Let her have a look at you, and we’ll know what’s going on!”
Still not reassured, Shang Junxiao was visibly tense, “Will that really work?”
“Trust me on this one, I guarantee it’s reliable!” Wen Zishu swore confidently.
Shang Junxiao swallowed hard, convincing himself in his heart to trust Wen Zishu this time.
He clenched his teeth, “Okay!”
Inside Jiaoyang Temple, the lights were still brightly shining.
Xia Xin was lying on the bed with his cellphone, having talked to the five people he had drawn and was just waiting for Jiangli to come and do the calculations.
After about a few minutes, Jiangli ran in from the outside.
“Ancestor, you’re back?” Xia Xin turned his head and saw Jiangli holding a talisman.
Xia Xin paused, asking curiously, “Ancestor, what kind of talisman is that you’re holding?”