Three times married to Yama

Grandpa Wang was instantly wide awake.

His slightly cloudy eyes widened instantly. "Jiancheng, you're not making fun of your old man in the middle of the night, are you?"

"No way, Dad! That ghost did Jiahao's broken leg!"

Wang Jiancheng hurriedly told Grandpa Wang about the children he had been dreaming about these past few days. The reason he hadn't told his parents about these things before was because he was afraid that his parents were too old to bear knowing these things.

During the conversation, Wang Jiancheng's mother, Aunt Zhou, also woke up. Upon hearing what Wang Jiancheng and Sister Jiang were saying, the elderly couple were stunned and looked at each other.

"Mom and Dad, Master Yin said that the ghost is connected to me, but I really haven't seen that child. That's why I came to ask you, is it because I have a brother who died young or something?" Wang Jiancheng looked at Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou expectantly.

Upon hearing Wang Jiancheng's words, Sister Jiang suddenly turned her head and stared intently at him, her eyes filled with suspicion. "Old Wang, could that child in your dream be your illegitimate child? Otherwise, why would it be clinging to you and our family?"

"No, my dear wife! How could I possibly have an illegitimate child? I swear if I've done anything to betray you, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!" Wang Jiancheng immediately raised his hand and swore.

Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou, who were standing nearby, also looked unwell. It was clear that they were trying very hard to recall if they had seen a thin, frail child.

After thinking for a while, Aunt Zhou's expression suddenly changed, her eyes filled with fear and disbelief. "Grandpa, could it be that..."

"Impossible!" Grandpa Wang immediately stopped Grandma Zhou from saying what she was about to say. "How could it be that child? The child Jiancheng dreamed of was about twelve or thirteen years old, but that child was only five at the time."

"Oh, right, right, the age doesn't match..." Aunt Zhou patted her chest and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Any clue could be a link to the truth.

So when I overheard Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou's conversation, I didn't let it go. I asked directly, "Grandpa and Grandma, what's the story behind that child you're talking about?"

As soon as I asked that question, Grandpa Wang denied it in a panic, "No, no, that child is definitely not the one Jiancheng dreamed about. The age doesn't match up. It can't be his."

My eyes turned cold, and I spoke sharply, "The form of a ghost is not necessarily the same as when it was alive. Some ghosts are special and grow and change over time. The reason why the ghost in the dream is haunting Wang Jiancheng is because it has a deep connection with him, whether it is a soul or flesh."

"Grandpa and Grandma, please tell me, what's the story behind the child you're talking about? If you insist on hiding it, then I will no longer interfere in your family's affairs."

The most anxious one was Sister Jiang. Hearing what I said, she burst into tears. "Mom and Dad, please tell me whatever you know! Even if you don't care about us, think about Jiahao! He's been getting injured all this time because of that thing!"

"Yes, Mom and Dad, it doesn't matter if we die, but Jiahao is still young. We can't let him die with us!" Wang Jiancheng quickly added.

Despite the couple's persistent pleas, both Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou shook their heads and sighed, wanting to speak but unsure how to begin.

I looked calmly at the person in front of me and said, "Speak."

Finally, Grandpa Wang slammed his fist on the table, closed his eyes, and made a tremendous decision.

He finally spoke.

"Forty years ago, when Jiancheng was only five years old, there was a severe famine. The grass on the mountain was all dug up, and there was nothing to eat."

"Many people starved to death back then. When people are desperate for food, they'll do anything. Some people were dug up right after they were buried..."

At this point, Grandpa Wang paused. Even though he didn't continue, I knew what would happen to those corpses that were dug up.

"Back then, Jiancheng was as thin as a little mouse and was also sick. We heard from some older people that if you stewed... a child's flesh, it could cure the illness..."

Aunt Zhou seemed unwilling to recall that memory, but her body did not tremble as Uncle Wang spoke.

"Dad! Are you really going to use a child to... to give me..."

Wang Jiancheng's eyes widened suddenly. He covered his mouth and ran out the door, where the sound of him vomiting could be heard.

Sister Jiang froze upon hearing this, unable to recover for a long time.

"Go on," I said, looking at Grandpa Wang.

Grandpa Wang calmed himself down, lit a pipe, and took several puffs before continuing, "That child was from our neighboring village. He starved to death and was brought to our house by his parents right after he died. We exchanged all the food we had for his body..."

"We didn't kill him, it was because he died that we started... He shouldn't have been bothering us."

I looked at them expressionlessly. "Really? Then why did you put a talisman on Wang Jiancheng, and why has he worn it for decades?"

If the child had starved to death naturally, then Wang Jiancheng would not have been plagued by misfortune, so why would he have worn a protective charm for decades?

"Now that things have come to this, are you still going to hide it? In that case, I should no longer interfere in your affairs."

I got up and started to walk out, but Sister Jiang hurriedly came to stop me.

"Master A-Yin, please don't go! I'll definitely get my in-laws to explain things clearly! Please wait a little longer!"

Wang Jiancheng also begged his parents, even kowtowing until his head bled.

Yun Fu stood aside with his arms crossed, watching the show. He scoffed disdainfully, "Why bother with all that? I'll just scare them. They'll tell you everything, Master. Do you believe me?"

I looked at Yun Fu, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Then you do it."

Yun Fu snorted coldly, and his tall, cold figure walked up to Grandpa Wang and Aunt Zhou. He leaned down and brought his face close to theirs.

Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou were stunned when they saw the tall, pale-faced, stiff man in front of them.

"You, you are... "

Yun Fu had been outside the door, so Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou inside hadn't seen him. His sudden appearance left the two old folks completely stunned.

"Although your blood doesn't taste as good as that of children and young men, I'm willing to give it a try for my master."

I... "..."

Before the two elders could react to what Yun Fu meant, they saw him open his mouth, and his normally normal teeth visibly transformed into sharp fangs.

"ah--"

"Aaaaaahh ...

"Monster, monster!!"

The two elderly people immediately let out terrified screams. Just as they were about to faint, I appeared behind them, supported them, and shook them awake.

Yun Fu had her back to Wang Jiancheng and Sister Jiang, so the two of them didn't see Yun Fu's terrifying and ferocious appearance just now; they only heard the two elders' terrified screams.

"Can you speak now?" Yun Fu asked coldly, her sharp teeth still clenched.

The two elders were stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"Speak! Let's tell you everything that happened back then!"

It is true that Wang Jiancheng's parents used all their food to save the child, but when they were preparing to use the food to make medicine for Wang Jiancheng, they discovered that the child was still breathing and had not died completely.

Aunt Zhou was actually a little reluctant to see the child staring at her with those bright eyes, thinking that there would be food and that he could survive.

"Why don't we return the child? He's not dead yet; he might still live," said Aunt Zhou.

Grandpa Wang glared at Grandma Zhou and shouted sternly, "What's the point of living? He's not dead yet, but he'll die without food! Besides, Jiancheng's illness hasn't improved, so we can only try this folk remedy."

"I... I can't do it. He's the same age as Jiancheng, I..."

"I'll do it! You go boil the water!" Grandpa Wang shooed Grandma Zhou to the kitchen.

Before leaving, Aunt Zhou saw Grandpa Wang sharpening his knife until it gleamed, while the light in the child's eyes gradually faded.

After listening to what they said, I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Anything can happen during times of famine. People who are well-fed and clothed now can never imagine what might have happened in the cruel past over a single bite of food.

"Have you all eaten?" I asked.

Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou shook their heads. "We didn't have any. That was for Jiancheng's medical treatment. We didn't touch a single drop."

Wang Jiancheng's face had turned ashen, and he covered his mouth and went outside to vomit. I guess he had already vomited up bile.

Grandpa Wang continued, "Later, Jiancheng's illness gradually improved, but he always had nightmares about that child. So I went and asked for that amulet, and he always wore it with him. So many years have passed and nothing strange has happened."

"Could the thing they've built now really be the product of that child from back then?"

Perhaps it is, and perhaps it isn't.

The Dream Beggar Ghost is formed from the resentment of a child who died in famine, so it is not just that child from back then. However, the reason it haunts Wang Jiancheng's family is probably because that child's resentment is the deepest.

Although Wang Jiancheng was very young at the time and did not know what kind of medicine he was being treated with, this does not mean that there was no cause and effect involved.

He devoured his flesh and blood; their connection was no longer just a matter of obsession.

Seeing my serious expression, Sister Jiang looked at me cautiously, "Master A-Yin, is there any hope for us?"

I cannot answer her question for the time being. The origin of the Dream Beggar Ghost is pitiful, and I cannot bear to destroy it directly, after all, it was once a victim as well.

It seems the only solution is to communicate. Instead of guessing, we should ask it directly how it can stop bothering Wang Jiancheng.

If Wang Jiancheng wants the ghost to appear in his dream, then he must first fall asleep.

Using the old method, I knocked Wang Jiancheng unconscious, while Sister Jiang stayed by his side.

Suddenly, Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou knelt in front of me and begged me to save Wang Jiancheng. They said that the sins of the past were all their fault and they were willing to pay with their lives, as long as the Dream Beggar Ghost would spare their son's family.

I did the same thing as before, using chicken blood, eggs, and incense to try to lure the Dream Beggar Ghost out of Wang Jiancheng's dream.

Because of the characteristics of the Dream Beggar Ghost, food is very tempting to them. However, this time the Dream Beggar Ghost did not leave Wang Jiancheng's body. It clung to Wang Jiancheng's body and inhaled deeply from the burning incense.

"Stop eating, let's talk." As I said this, I silently took out a talisman and dangled it between my fingers.

It's not that I can't deal with it; I just don't want to follow in my father's footsteps. So, I'll try to get through it if I can, and if I can't, then it's not too late to kill it.

Upon seeing the talisman in my hand, the Dream Beggar Ghost instinctively tried to re-enter Wang Jiancheng's body and infiltrate his dream.

I slapped the talisman onto Wang Jiancheng's forehead, one step ahead of it. At this moment, it could no longer sneak into Wang Jiancheng's dream. The others were not asleep either, so naturally it could not enter.

"I have nothing to talk to you about," Meng Qi Gui said in a mournful voice. The voice was so eerie that it would make an ordinary person tremble.

Yun Fu stood beside it, and when he heard Meng Qi Gui's words, he stretched out his long arm, curled his fingers, and struck its head twice.

"She is my master, please speak properly."

I glanced at Yun Fu. What was he up to now?

Yun Fu released the aura of the Qing Corpse King, and Meng Qi Gui's expression changed drastically. It probably didn't expect that such a ruthless character would exist.

I pointed at the beggar-god and asked Yun Fu, "Would you eat someone like him?"

The Dream Beggar's expression changed again, and I seemed to hear it swallow hard. "Master, let's talk this out..."

"Then I'll get straight to the point, what do you want in return for letting Wang Jiancheng go?" I asked.

Mentioning Wang Jiancheng, Meng Qigui's eyes were filled with resentment, even tinged with envy and jealousy. "He ate my flesh and blood, grew up safely, married and had children, and now lives a happy and fulfilling life. I'm not reconciled!"

"I want him and his family to become like me, fish on someone else's chopping board, at the mercy of others, only then can I vent my hatred."

Grandpa Wang and Grandma Zhou were terrified. The elderly couple huddled together, trembling. But after hearing Meng Qi Gui's words, they forgot their fear and knelt before Meng Qi Gui, kowtowing repeatedly.

"It's all our fault. We believed in that folk remedy. If you want to bother us, go ahead, but don't hurt my child anymore!"

"And, moreover, it was your parents who switched you with us. We were just..."

At this point, the elderly couple kowtowed again.

The begging ghost stared coldly at the two men kowtowing on the ground without saying a word.

It seems it has no intention of letting them off easily.

Considering how pitiful this beggar was in life, I intend to continue the conversation.

"If you don't want to leave, you can continue to pester them, but you must not do anything to harm or kill anyone. I will also instruct them to offer you incense and sacrifices on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month."

What do you think?

Yun Fu glanced at me sideways, her expression a half-smile. "Just slap these kinds of ghosts away. Why waste words with them? Honestly, I admire your father more in these matters. He's decisive and ruthless. How can we give them a chance to negotiate?"

I,"……"

I looked at Yun Fu with a deep gaze. My father was indeed decisive, ruthless, and very capable, which is why he incurred a mountain of karmic debts.

And the ghosts sought revenge on me.