Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 167 Memory
Although the reason is unknown, the probability of a supernatural being becoming a ghost is extremely low, even lower than that of an ordinary person.

Looking at the old lady turning into a ghost, Yang Liu was also a little surprised.

After thinking about it, Yang Liu stretched out his hand and grasped the small saber around his neck, and with his other hand he decisively reached out to the ghost, using his ability to absorb it.

A surge of memories came flooding back, Yang Liu's mind went blank, and the world suddenly faded away.

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The spring breeze blew the fallen cherry blossoms against the paper door. In the 25-tatami-mat Japanese-style room, a girl in a light green kimono was kneeling with her back straight, but she couldn't help but look at the boy outside the room who was clumsily manipulating a puppet.

A few years later, the woman, who had become a mature woman, felt a little headache when looking at the account book in front of her because the family was in deficit again this month.

"Oda!!!" The husband who had been obsessed with the doll suddenly ran over and excitedly shared a stack of documents with her.

"Great! The military has taken a fancy to our puppet technology and has placed an order with us! All these years of hard work have finally paid off!"

"Really? That's great!" Matsusakada smiled happily.

A few more years passed, and their son was born. The husband, who had always been as excited as a child, became calmer. The military's plan for unmanned combat dolls also went smoothly. Everything was developing in a good direction.

A few years later, the middle-aged woman was dragged to the suburbs by her husband, who covered her eyes and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, you will see it soon."

The husband led him to a place with a smile, and suddenly opened his hands. What came into view was a luxuriously decorated ballroom: "Surprise!"

"This is……"

"Hey, I've made a lot of money from the military recently, and this is my birthday present for you. You've always loved watching dramas and dancing, right? You'll have your own dance hall in the future!"

"Really? Spending money indiscriminately again!" He said this with dissatisfaction, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into a smile.

A few years later, the life that had been thriving suddenly fell into tragedy.

"What?! What did you say?!"

Looking at the messenger who came to inform him, Matsusakada stood up in shock.

"Madam, due to an accident, an explosion occurred in a military laboratory. Unfortunately, Mr. Matsuzaka was killed." The messenger mechanically repeated what he had just said.

Matsusakada felt a black screen in front of his eyes and he lost consciousness for a moment.

After the funeral, before she had time to grieve for too long, a contract was placed in front of her.

"Ms. Matsuzaka, although it is unfortunate that this happened, the contract your husband signed with our company before his death is still in effect. I hope I can see enough parts before June."

"I... don't know anything about puppet technology, how can I provide you with these parts?" Matsuzakada tried to argue.

The man in a suit shook his head, stood up and prepared to leave: "This is not a problem I am considering. If the agreement cannot be completed by then, I hope you can compensate us for our losses as agreed.

But don't worry, I heard that you have a dance hall that is doing very well, so selling that should be enough."

“That dance hall… No!”

Matsuzakada woke up in shock. If she didn't find a solution, the gift her husband left for her would also leave him.

Looking at his ignorant son, Matsusakada gritted his teeth and took on this heavy responsibility.

So she reluctantly gave up her beloved drama and dance, and instead picked up boring books and puppetry to learn. Unexpectedly, she was quite talented and mastered many puppetry-related techniques at an almost unimaginable speed.

Although it was a bit reluctant, I still completed the commission before the deadline.

But with the collapse of Japan's bubble economy, their lives became difficult. In order to make a living, she had to continue to work as a puppeteer.

After who knows how many years, Matsuzakada had gotten used to the life of making puppets, and before she knew it, she had become the city's leading puppet master.

On this day, Matsuzakada, who had become an old woman, was enjoying a rare rest time when her son rushed in with documents in his hand, full of enthusiasm.

"Mom, the route map for the Shinkansen has been released, and the dance hall under our name is next to the Shinkansen. That's great, the land price will definitely go up. If it doesn't work out, we can demolish the dance hall and turn it into a shopping mall..."

"no!"

As usual, Matsusakada interrupted his son's fantasy.

"Why? Why are you still so stubborn?!"

"I want to ask you, when did you become like this?!"

"What have I become? I do all these things just to make my family prosperous!!"

After arguing for a while, the mother and son parted unhappily again. Matsusakada was silent for a moment, and took out an old photo frame from the dressing table. The photo on the frame was her wedding photo with her husband.

After that day, Matsusakada took the initiative to move into the dance hall. She knew her son's character very well. If the stalemate continued, he would definitely secretly demolish the dance hall without her knowledge.

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Yang Liu came back to his senses in a daze, rubbed his temples, and clenched the small saber around his neck.

The remaining emotions of the ghost that had just been absorbed were absorbed, and Yang Liu was completely awake.

"Alas, every family has its own troubles. It's your bad luck to have a son who lives off his parents."

Yang Liu shook his head and stood up. He took one last look at the mummy in the cockpit, then pulled out his backpack from the ruins nearby, took out the snacks inside, and walked out of the dance hall while eating.

When Yang Liu walked out of the corridor, she found the owner of the funeral home and a flat-headed man in a suit were waiting at the door.

"Oh, what a coincidence, are you all here admiring the moon?"

The flat-headed man glanced at Yang Liu without responding. He just nodded to the figures behind him and said, "Get rid of him!"

What responded to him was a solid wooden door whistling towards him. The flat-headed man quickly dodged with the help of the figure behind him, but the fat owner of the funeral home was not so lucky.

He was unable to dodge and was hit by the solid wooden door, breaking his leg. He couldn't help but let out a miserable cry.

When he found Yang Liu standing in front of him, his screams became louder: "Wait! Wait! Don't...it's not me..."

Click!

After casually breaking the fat man's neck, Yang Liu looked at the flat-headed man and the strange figure behind him, and tilted her head: "Matsusaka Yamazhi?"

He was very familiar with the other person's figure, because he had seen a lot of information in Matsusakada's memory before.

"It's me." Matsusaka Yamayuki nodded with a cold expression.

(End of this chapter)