Max-Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: The Sigh of the Ancestor

Xu Yang: “…”

Although Wang Xinjun had been talking about “little ghost” at the time, Xu Yang had thought that he was just complaining about his son making trouble in his internet café.

So, it was meant literally?

“My, my child… is dead?” Xu Yang said with eyes wide, unbelievingly asking.

Xia Xin felt awkward and didn’t know how to start explaining.

Jiangli, however, said nonchalantly, “Yes, and judging by his appearance, he’s been dead for at least a month or two.”

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Xu Yang: “So, you’re saying that…”

After his son went missing, he was already dead?

Xu Yang’s face turned pale, and he blacked out for a moment before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Jiangli frowned slightly, feeling that these people seemed a little too fragile. She instructed Xia Xin, who was beside her, “Go check on him.”

Xia Xin snapped to attention and hurried over, first helping Liu Rongrong up.

Liu Rongrong had also heard what had just been said, which is why she had been lying on the ground and hadn’t gotten up.

When helped up by Xia Xin, she pushed him away, and with the persistence of one not yet ready to give up, she lunged at the ghost child again.

But as expected, she missed again.

Liu Rongrong fell to the ground, but quickly got up and charged once more.

Xia Xin stood there, stunned.

Everyone saw Liu Rongrong repeatedly lunging back and forth, over and over again, each time missing, each time falling, with multiple abrasions appearing on her arms and face. She behaved as if she couldn’t feel them at all.

“No, I, I can hold him… My child is still so small, he, he won’t die… He won’t…”

Liu Rongrong said softly, numbly lunging over and over again.

The ghost child was initially unaware of what was happening, but seeing Liu Rongrong lunging at him, he too stretched out his hands wanting a hug from his mother. Yet each time they were face to face, each embrace missed.

Xia Xin and Wang Xinjun both found it difficult to watch, and couldn’t help but turn their heads away.

Jiangli’s lips tightened and she stepped forward, placing her hands on Liu Rongrong’s shoulders.

Liu Rongrong stiffened, looking up blankly. Realizing it was Jiangli, she seemed to understand what Jiangli wanted to say and shook her head pleadingly, “No, no, master… let me try… You’re lying to me, right? My, my child can’t be dead, he can’t be…”

Jiangli was silent for a moment and didn’t speak, only raising her hand to gently pat Liu Rongrong’s shoulder three times.

Liu Rongrong paused.

Then, Jiangli suddenly said, “Go hold him.”

Liu Rongrong abruptly realized something and lunged toward the ghost child again.

This time, she finally managed to hold her child.

Liu Rongrong, who had been tense all this time, finally burst into loud sobs.

Xu Yang, who had gotten up by himself, couldn’t help but bend over and cry.

Wang Xinjun and Xia Xin both turned their heads together, secretly wiping away tears.

For a moment, the entire Jiaoyang Temple was filled with the sound of crying.

Jiangli looked up at the clear sky, feeling an inexplicable sense of reality. It was emotions and desires that defined the real human world.

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After an unknown amount of time, Liu Rongrong’s crying finally subsided. Like someone who had come to terms with reality, she slowly released Shuaishuai, looking at her child with unceasing tears falling, “Why, why… It’s all Mommy’s fault, it would have been good if Mommy had picked you up, it’s all Mommy’s fault…”

Liu Rongrong was filled with self-reproach, suddenly raising her hand to slap herself, as if falling into a fresh breakdown.

“Mommy, don’t, hug…” Shuaishuai realized what his mother was doing and reached out his hands, wanting Liu Rongrong to hold him, to stop her from hitting herself.

Jiangli also stopped Liu Rongrong, “Now is not the time for this. Although I know you’re in pain, I still have to tell you a harsh reality. When we encountered this little ghost, he was already in this state, and we still don’t know where his physical body—that is, his corpse—is.”