After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: The First Person of Internal Competition
“I found it, on page 82.”

Zhouzhou led Li Yuanming and Ye Lingfeng into the study. After flipping through the pages for a while, Li Yuanming finally found a book tucked away in a corner.

Zhouzhou quickly took it, turned to page 82, and not only did it contain a method to find the remains but also a way to summon spirits, with one condition.

“We need the blood of a wandering soul.” She looked up at Ye Lingfeng and asked, “Sharp Tongue Uncle, do you have the blood of an aunt?”

Ye Lingfeng’s face darkened, shaking his head, “No.”

Hope had just blossomed but now it faded away.

Their hearts sank.

Seeing his expression, Zhouzhou also felt troubled. She patted his shoulder to comfort him, saying, “It’s okay, there must be another way.”

Then she turned to Li Yuanming and asked, “Master, is there any other method?”

Although Li Yuanming lacked practical experience, he was extremely knowledgeable from all the books he had read. Once he read something, he never forgot it.

After pondering for a moment, he said, “If we can find someone connected by blood to her, perhaps we can summon the spirit.”

Hearing this, Ye Lingfeng’s face turned even paler.

He pursed his lips, remained silent for a long time, and finally said, “Yaya is an orphan, and our child…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence; his heart felt heavy.

Such a pity.

Zhouzhou sympathetically looked at him. It was truly not easy for him.

Li Yuanming also fell into silence. There seemed to be no solution.

The study fell into silence for a long time. Finally, it was Ye Lingfeng who spoke up, “Perhaps it’s just that I have no fate with her. Maybe she has already reincarnated, which would be better.”

“That’s not true,” Zhouzhou shook her head. “Aunt was murdered, and the person who did it hasn’t paid the price yet. She cannot have reincarnated.”

Is that so? Ye Lingfeng was taken aback for a moment, then tightly clenched his fists.

Just the thought of An Ya not finding peace even after death made his heart ache.

He had returned too late.

Zhouzhou swung her short legs and said, “Actually, it’s fine to keep the big scoundrel for now. We can send them off together once we find Aunt. It would be just right.”

This way, Sharp Tongue Uncle could see her once again.

She had a feeling that although Sharp Tongue Uncle might hope for Aunt to have a good reincarnation and return early, if he couldn’t see her in this lifetime, it would be a permanent regret in his heart.

He was a good person, and Zhouzhou didn’t want him to suffer like that.

She slid down from the chair and walked up to him, gently patting his knee with her chubby little hand. “Sharp Tongue Uncle, don’t be sad. I will definitely find Aunt.”

The little girl looked resolute, and Ye Lingfeng lowered his gaze, seeing the concern in her eyes. He felt a mixture of sourness and warmth in his heart, for reasons he couldn’t explain.

If his child were still alive, they would be about this age.

At the thought, his heart trembled, and he instinctively said, “Zhouzhou, can I hug you?”

Zhouzhou was momentarily surprised that he would say such a thing, but without hesitation, she looked up at him and smiled, opening her arms and generously saying, “Sure.”

Ye Lingfeng bent down and lifted her into his embrace.

The little girl was soft, and she carried a sweet scent of milk.

But the prickling sensation made his chin itch a bit.

Nevertheless, he didn’t let go, holding her tightly.

For that brief moment, it felt like the void in his heart had been filled.

If his child were still here, how wonderful would that be?

At the thought, his heart ached again.

Sensing his emotions, Zhouzhou blinked and clumsily patted his back, speaking in a childish voice, “Sharp Tongue Uncle, if you want to cry, just cry. It’ll be better after you let it out. I won’t make fun of you, and I won’t tell anyone.”

She tilted her head, thinking for a moment, and said, “Man, cry all you want, it’s not a sin.”

She had heard this from an evil spirit’s song, but she didn’t know which TV drama it had watched.

Hearing the little girl’s serious voice, Ye Lingfeng couldn’t help but find it both funny and moving. He had actually wanted to cry a little, but now he couldn’t shed any tears.

He hugged her tightly for a moment before reluctantly loosening his grip. “I won’t cry. I’ll wait for you to help me find Yaya, and then I will cry.”

“That works too!” Zhouzhou was quite agreeable.

The little one’s big heart eased some of the sadness in Ye Lingfeng’s heart.

He got up and turned to Li Yuanming, saying, “Master, this has been a trouble for you as well.”

“No need to be polite, no need at all,” Li Yuanming smiled and waved his hand. “I didn’t really help much, but don’t be disheartened. Perhaps it’s just not the right opportunity yet. When the time comes, everything will go smoothly.”

“I see,” Ye Lingfeng nodded slightly.

Although they hadn’t found Yaya on this trip, they had still set up an ancestral tablet and offered incense for her and the child they had never met. It was a good thing, and he hoped to pray for their blessings.

Since he had some time, he went to light incense again.

Smoke began to rise from his forehead once more.

Zhouzhou was used to it and lay on the bed with her legs raised, suddenly remembering something. Could it be that someone had mistakenly lit the incense meant for her? If someone took the incense that didn’t belong to them, they would face retribution.

With that thought, Zhouzhou sat up from the bed in one swift motion and called out to the Ancestral Master, touching her head as she asked, “Ancestral Master, is this really my incense? Could someone has taken it by mistake?”

The Ancestral Master glanced at it and saw that the incense matched her perfectly, shaking his head. “It’s yours, it wasn’t taken by mistake.”

“That’s strange. Who lit the incense for me?” She was still so young.

She crossed her legs and supported her chubby cheeks with her hands curiously asking, “Ancestral Master, when did someone light incense for you? Were you about my age?”

Before the Ancestral Master could speak, the Thousand-Year Ancient Demon floated out from her bag, with even darker circles under its eyes. It had a blank expression on its face and spoke in a flat tone, “From what I understand, it was when the Ancestral Master was thirty-five years old. He helped someone overcome a great calamity, and in gratitude, that person set up a longevity tablet for him. That was the first time someone lit incense for him.”

“Thirty-five years old,” Zhouzhou suddenly realized, raising her chubby hand and said, “I’m not even five years old yet.”

Surely it was someone she had helped who lit the incense for her.

She was really amazing!

The Ancestral Master gritted his teeth and gave a fierce glare to the Thousand-Year Ancient Demon. “Mind your own business and go back.”

Crooked Wind, the evil spirit, floated out as well and said, “That’s right, that’s right. What’s the big deal? Lighting incense is no big deal. Who hasn’t done it before?”

“Has someone ever lit incense for you?” Zhouzhou curiously asked.

The evil spirit choked for a moment, looked at her, and then disappeared without saying a word.

If someone had lit incense for it, it wouldn’t be an evil spirit but a benevolent spirit like the Ancestral Master with merits and virtues.

Ah, it was so annoying. Even spirits had distinctions of high and low status.

No, it wouldn’t do. It had to work hard to do good deeds and accumulate merits. People had to light incense for it and surpass that guy next door. It had to become an evil spirit that people lit incense for. It absolutely couldn’t let it be too arrogant. It was the first employee of the Little Heaven Master!

No one else could take its place!

With that in mind, it glared at the Thousand-Year Ancient Demon and immediately rushed back to figure out ways to do good deeds and accumulate merits.

The Thousand-Year Ancient Demon casually glanced at it and then calmly returned to the Soul-Nurturing Talisman.

Who could be more mischievous?

Impossible!

It was the number one in mischief!

The Ancestral Master’s complexion had improved somewhat, but he gave a light cough when he saw the smoke on Zhouzhou’s forehead gradually condensing into the shape of thunder. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “Oh no!” He raised his hand, intending to break the formation of smoke.