Mrs. Zhang cried sadly, her palm stroking her husband's portrait.
Her child also ran over and hugged her, telling her to stop crying.
After a while, Mrs. Zhang's emotions stabilized.
Seeing that Mrs. Zhang had calmed down a bit,
I spoke again, asking:
"Sister Zhang, can you briefly tell me how your husband met his accident?"
After hearing this, Mrs. Zhang wiped her tears and said:
"Before, our elder was sick, which used up all our savings.
Now that the child needs to go to kindergarten, my husband wanted to take on more business.
As a result, half a month ago, due to driving while fatigued, he plunged into a river.
He wasn't found until three, three days later,呜呜呜..."
Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but cry again.
Looking at Mrs. Zhang, one could feel her grief and helplessness.
My question had clearly reopened her wound!
But when I came, Master had told me.
Ghosts who are unwilling to descend after death and linger in the mortal world,
Either they themselves are unwilling to leave, reluctant to part with family and friends.
Or their obsessions are too deep, and they might have forgotten how they died themselves.
If Mrs. Zhang's husband was the second type,
Then it was necessary for someone to remind him of the cause of his death, to help him recall it himself.
That's why I asked.
"I'm sorry, Sister Zhang, for making you sad again."
Mrs. Zhang hugged her child and wiped her tears:
"It's, it's fine.
Now, as long as I can send my husband away,
And ensure my son's health, nothing else matters."
I nodded and assured her that I would do my best to help her husband rest in peace.
And help Mrs. Zhang and her son return to a normal life.
It was already ten o'clock, also the time when unclean things emerge.
So I asked Mrs. Zhang and her child to go inside to rest.
And I would guard outside alone.
Once her husband returned, we would be able to meet...
Mrs. Zhang nodded and, holding her child, went into the room to sleep.
I looked at her husband's portrait and sighed.
Illness always finds the unfortunate, and ropes always break at their weakest points.
The Zhang family was already poor and was a family that lost their only child.
After finally having a second child, before the child even started kindergarten, her husband died unexpectedly.
No wonder that driver brother was unwilling to leave.
If he truly left, Mrs. Zhang and her son would be truly without support.
But if he didn't leave, then Mrs. Zhang and her son would also have to leave.
According to Master's instructions, to ensure Mrs. Zhang's husband would return tonight.
I placed the portrait on one end of the table, weighted down with chopsticks and a spoon, with a bowl of rice.
Then I took out incense and joss paper from my small bag.
I lit the incense and placed it at the door, burning the paper inside the house.
This practice is called "calling for food."
Its purpose is to let the ghosts outside know that the people inside are calling them back to eat.
Ghosts who sense the aura of incense and offerings will return home to enjoy the food on the table.
When I was young, in the countryside, during festivals, especially when pigs were slaughtered, this was generally seen.
But having worked in the city for years, I no longer see it.
However, Mrs. Zhang's meal today was specific.
Besides weighting down her husband's portrait, I also asked for her husband's name, wrote it on yellow paper, and burned it at the door.
Therefore, during the "calling for food," only her husband would be able to sense it and return.
After the incense offering, what I need to do now is to wait inside the house.
My luck is still very low, and I can see any unclean spirits that appear.
I turned on the lights and the television.
Flipping through channels idly, I remained vigilant for any changes around me.
After the encounters of these past few days, especially after killing the female ghost that had been bothering me last night,
I felt that I was no longer as afraid of these unclean things as I was at the beginning.
Time ticked by, and I idly switched channels. In the blink of an eye, it was already half-past eleven.
And at this moment, the television and the lights in the room flickered simultaneously.
"Zizizi..."
At the same time, the room seemed to turn cold.
The sudden change in the room instantly put me on high alert, and I quickly stood up.
I had a premonition that Mrs. Zhang's husband might be returning soon.
Just as I thought this, I heard the door open.
"Click!"
The door slowly opened, and an icy sensation instantly flooded the room.
Then, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket push the door open.
He clearly didn't notice me standing by the sofa.
With his head lowered, he was skillfully closing the door and changing his shoes.
He was also muttering complaints:
"Wife! What are you up to today?
I've only been out for over an hour and you're calling me back for a late-night snack.
We're still short over a thousand yuan for the child's tuition!"
As he spoke, I got a clear look at his appearance.
Indeed, he was identical to the portrait.
It was Mrs. Zhang's husband, Li Desheng.
After changing his shoes, he was immediately drawn to the table full of delicious food and hadn't noticed me yet.
"Wow! So lavish, what special occasion is it today, wife? All my favorite dishes?"
After saying that, he reached out and grabbed a piece of braised pork, popping it into his mouth.
Chewing with "chewing, chewing"...
Seeing an unclean spirit, although I was no longer as scared or resistant,
Still, my heart held a trace of nervousness.
I took a breath, trying to calm myself down.
And prepare to face Mrs. Zhang's ghostly husband.
Li Desheng, who was eating the meat,
Only then noticed me in the room. He instantly became vigilant and asked with surprise:
"Who are you? How did you get into my house?"