What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"Okay, let's go."

After picking up all the spirit coins from the ground, the six spirits clapped their hands together as if they had agreed beforehand.

They pulled out large megaphones from somewhere on their clothes and started blowing them out.

"Huhuhu~"

The unusual way of hailing a ride was surprisingly useful.

A black sedan flew down from the sky. The driver slammed on the brakes, opened the window, and revealed a bloodied and miserable face.

"Aww..." Jiu Ge was quite frightened and moved closer to An Chen, taking his hand in hers.

An Chen looked down at Jiu Ge but didn't say anything.

Since he's already told the other spirits that Jiuge is his wife, what's the big deal about holding hands?

It's when you're nervous, shy, or unsettled that there's a problem.

"Please come in."

The little boy opened the car door and let the other spirits in first.

"Please come in, you two."

He raised his hand in greeting.

The car was already quite cramped inside, so An Chen grabbed Jiu Ge's hand and got into the car with her.

Jiuge was on the outside, and Anchen was on the inside. The two were so close that they could even hear each other's heartbeats.

This situation is different from the past; there's absolutely no need to scare Jiuge.

The little boy floated in after the two went in, and plopped down on An Chen's lap.

His facial expressions and movements were very natural.

"?"

"?"

An Chen and Jiu Ge were both a little confused.

Jiuge felt that the little boy had taken her place, while Anchen thought the little boy was shameless and should be given to Zhang Zhidong for further studies.

"Driver, to Zhang Family Cemetery. Be careful this time, don't get into the same terrible car accident as when you were alive." The little boy handed the driver a spirit coin and gave him this advice.

Chapter 45 A Lively Grave

"Hmm." The driver turned around and nodded expressionlessly at the little boy.

The driver must have been in a terrible car accident... otherwise, he wouldn't be bleeding like this...

Out of fear, Jiu Ge broke out in a cold sweat, and An Chen raised his hand to cover her eyes.

The driver turned his head back before he lowered his hand.

The little boy stopped talking and sat quietly in the car, occasionally wiggling his bottom on An Chen's lap.

An Chen resisted the urge to throw him out and quietly looked out the window.

The paper car started moving with a whooshing sound.

It moves at incredible speed, ignoring all obstacles and forging ahead without hesitation.

Whether it's a spirit or a living person, they simply pass through whatever they encounter without bumping into any tall buildings.

It's unclear what the principle is, but spirits can completely ignore any matter by using these paper-made items.

Judging from the current situation, they can even bring An Chen and Jiu Ge, two living people.

“You can poke it hard with your hand. As long as you poke a hole, the car will probably leak air.” An Chen leaned close to Jiu Ge’s ear and deliberately spoke loudly.

"..." Jiuge rolled her eyes at him.

The little boy stopped moving after hearing An Chen's words.

"Who are you?" he asked cautiously.

“An ordinary psychic,” An Chen replied calmly.

He used a little trick to confuse his own aura with Jiu Ge's, so as to avoid any mistakes in the future if his burning of spirit coins to absorb spirits was exposed.

"..." The little boy fell into deep thought.

Thinking about the words "Zhang Family Tomb" that the little boy had mentioned to the driver, An Chen felt that something was amiss.

Could it be Zhang Zhidong's family grave?

Judging from the news reports, their family seems to be a lineage of police officers, and they've all been honored with honors one after another...

"Hey, what's the relationship between your boss and Zhang Zhidong?" An Chen asked, tapping the little boy on the head.

The little boy turned around, gave An Chen a very displeased look, and didn't say anything.

He then remembered how his tongue had almost been slapped away.

The spirits sitting nearby were also staring straight ahead, their expressions blank.

"The association said that this person's whole family seemed to have been saved by Zhang Zhidong before his death," Jiu Ge nudged An Chen and recalled.

"Zhang Zhidong also knows medicine?" An Chen was a little dumbfounded when he heard the words "Zhang Zhidong has saved me".

It turns out it's related to Zhang Zhidong.

"No, it's that his family keeps getting caught up in all sorts of terrible accidents. Several times, Zhang Zhidong saved them from life-or-death situations." Jiuge shook her head and explained.

Some people are born with this kind of destiny, destined to have an exceptionally bumpy life.

"His family is very rich?" An Chen understood.

Being born into a wealthy family with a troubled past, the things they encounter are bound to be even more exciting.

"It's alright, I'm not sure if they count as rich."

Because her family was so wealthy, Jiuge didn't have much of a concept of money.

"..."

An Chen fell silent.

Talking to Jiuge about money is like talking to him about luck.

After hesitating for a moment, An Chen asked again, "What is his relationship with that student who used the alias Hua Zi?"

"Hmm..." Jiuge took out her phone and looked around.

"The association hasn't released any specific information about this person yet." She said, letting out a soft sigh.

The online names used are pseudonyms, apparently to protect the privacy of the individuals involved.

After all, the other party was just a college student in his twenties.

"I see." An Chen nodded and said nothing more.

Before we knew it, the car had already driven out of the city.

Suddenly, the car jolted and then came to a stop.

A graveyard filled with the tombstones of Zhang family ancestors who had already achieved glory was filled with all sorts of spirits.

Some were drinking, some were eating, some were dancing, and some were chatting. It was a lively and joyful occasion.

"They all seem to be harmless spirits." Looking at the harmonious scene before her, Jiuge felt a little relieved.

She never panics when encountering evil spirits; what frightens Jiuge is only the safety of the living and the vast majority of non-evil spirits.

She could tell at a glance whether a spirit was good or bad, thanks to her extensive experience.

But that's not surprising. If it were a malevolent spirit, it probably wouldn't be able to get close to a place like a martyrs' cemetery.

"He's sleeping right next to Zhang Zhidong's tombstone."

After saying that, the little boy jumped off An Chen's lap, used his tongue to open the car door, and gestured for An Chen and Jiu Ge to get out quickly, seemingly not wanting to get too close to the Zhang family tomb.

"..."

Jiuge was disgusted again...

"One last question... why did you put Hua Zi here?" An Chen asked before getting out of the car.

"I heard that a certain adult wants to be resurrected through another's body." The little boy smiled eerily.

“The Zhang family tomb possesses immense spiritual energy, and Zhang Zhidong is the most outstanding among them.”

As the terrifying words fell, the entire car and the six spirits vanished together.

"..."

Before they could even ponder the meaning behind the little boy's words, An Chen and Jiu Ge walked together toward the newest tombstone.

The spirits inside were all harmless and not scary at all; in fact, they were quite lifelike. With An Chen by her side and her mission in mind, Jiu Ge wasn't too afraid this time.

The old woman's spirit darted over and tentatively said, "They said this boy is here to commemorate the martyrs, and they want us to watch over him."

A little girl with braided pigtails floated over: "We didn't dare get too close, afraid of affecting his health or luck."

Soon, the surrounding spirits all looked over from afar, their expressions very gentle.

A jumble of voices arose, all expressing concern for Hua Zi.

"Yes, thank you. We're taking him back."

With a smile, An Chen lifted the boy behind Zhang Zhidong's tombstone.

Hua Zi's complexion was rosy, and he didn't seem to have any major problems.

Because the location was too remote, An Chen and Jiu Ge were still unable to hail a taxi.

Even though we had walked quite a distance from Zhangjia Tomb, there were no taxis available to pick us up.

Worried that Hua Zi might suddenly wake up and be frightened, An Chen sighed and took out another handful of spirit coins from his pocket.

"You still have spirit coins?" Jiuge was stunned.

Putting aside how An Chen managed to fit all those spirit coins in, she truly hadn't expected Zhang Zhidong's spirit world mental health clinic to be so profitable...