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

"?"

An Chen's ominous premonition grew stronger.

After waiting a moment, he turned around and asked, "Is the reason also mysterious? Is that why you dare not say?"

If that's the case, then there's only one possibility left—Zhang Zhidong's mindset has changed, and he's started intentionally scaring his younger brother.

Zhang Zhidao sighed, then glanced hesitantly at Ke Anchen: "Your name is Anchen, right?"

"My name is not An Chen."

An Chen denied it on the spot.

Zhang Zhidao was shocked: "I checked your information, your name is An Chen."

To confirm whether it was true, he specifically checked the community staff records.

Only after careful confirmation time and time again did Zhang arrive at his current conclusion.

An Chen didn't deny it: "Then let's call it that."

"Actually... it's because I've been having... a lot of dreams lately." Zhang Zhidao stammered, scratching his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"You dreamed about your brother?" An Chen asked expressionlessly, his heart unmoved.

He couldn't be wrong; he must have dreamt of Zhang Zhidong.

While others feel a chill down their spine when they encounter spirits, people in this community feel a warm sensation on the back of their necks.

Warm and cozy places are much safer than cool and chilly places. What is it about them that makes them so dissatisfied?

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhidao explained, "Yeah, I've dreamt about it many times. My brother tells me to come to you whenever I have difficulties, troubles, or worries. He says that no matter what it is, if I need help, you're the one to turn to. He also says that you're his business partner and a very reliable adult."

Chapter 56 The worldview collapses into dust

Every time Zhang dreams of her brother, she wakes up from the heat in her air-conditioned room.

If it were before, he wouldn't have believed this; at most, he would have thought it was just that he missed his brother so much that he dreamed about him day and night.

But there were too many coincidences. His brother could even say An Chen's name in his dreams, which made Zhang Zhidao feel a mix of coolness and warmth at the same time every day in the sweltering summer.

Although dreaming about his brother didn't frighten him, after a while, Zhang Zhidao started to question the meaning of life.

Recently, my brother has been appearing in my dreams so frequently that I dream about him almost every time I fall asleep.

"We must trust science," An Chen said calmly, glancing at Zhang Zhidao.

The world is scientific; feudal superstition is unacceptable.

There are no spirits on Earth; souls do not exist.

"Then... could you come with me to take a look to the left of the community entrance?" Zhang Zhidao was still unwilling to give up and grabbed An Chen's arm, not wanting him to leave.

"Are you prepared for your worldview to crumble to dust over the past twenty-odd years?...

An Chen sighed helplessly.

It's not that he doesn't want to help... but if he really helped, Zhang knew that ordinary people's lives would be ruined.

"Worldview...collapsed into dust?" Zhang Zhidao swallowed hard, his expression hesitant, as if he were struggling with his thoughts.

"No rush. Come find me when you've thought it through. By then, you'll have to be prepared for your worldview to be completely shattered." Saying these cryptic words, An Chen waved his hand, shaking off Zhang Zhidao's grasp.

“However, if you encounter any ordinary difficulties that you really can’t solve, you can come to me. But for something like today, be prepared before you come.” He walked forward and then turned back to add.

"..."

Zhang Zhidao was stunned.

After hesitating for a moment, he shakily returned to the group that was still gathered together.

"You've probably misunderstood. The world is based on science; there aren't that many mysterious things. It's all just coincidences," Zhang Zhidao explained with a sheepish smile, but his eyes looked even more flustered than before.

......

I don't know if it's because the news spread that the left side of the community is too mysterious, but people leaving the community basically take a detour from the right side.

Zhang Zhidong remained floating on top, looking just like a golden Buddha.

The little boy squatted on the ground, picking at his toes, with an expression that said he had seen through the world's illusions, looking just like a Zashiki-warashi (a type of Buddhist monk) at the feet of Buddha.

There was still a large pile of spirit coins scattered all around on the ground.

Perhaps because too many spirits came to worship Zhang Zhidong, two eerie kneeling imprints appeared on the ground, visible only to psychics.

Extremely weird.

Upon seeing An Chen arrive, Zhang Zhidong was visibly excited, while Mao Maotou remained indifferent, as if the world had already passed him by.

Holding up his phone, An Chen walked over.

Pretending to pick something up, he shoved the spirit coins on the ground into his pocket.

If someone saw what An Chen was doing at that moment, they would most likely walk around him in horror.

"If I remember correctly, you said you wouldn't appear in your brother's dreams?"

Standing up again, An Chen smiled and asked into his phone.

Seeing An Chen's smiling face, Zhang Zhidong suddenly felt a chill for some reason.

I have a feeling that An Chen, all smiles, is about to gently stab me in the face any second.

Mao Mao Tou looked at An Chen, his body trembling slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he released his grip on Zhang Zhidong's foot and floated behind him.

If he gets hit, Zhang Susu will be hit first, and he can take the opportunity to escape.

“That’s right! I’m busy making contributions to the spirit world lately, so I might not be able to pay attention to Zhang Zhishi’s situation.”

Zhang Zhidong smiled somewhat embarrassedly, glancing at An Chen with lingering fear. Fortunately, An Chen's expression had returned to its usual indifference.

After staring quietly at Zhang Zhidong, whose expression was somewhat creepy and whose smile was forced, for a while, An Chen asked, "How many spirits have you helped recently?"

"Aside from those who feel at peace when they pass away, it's about one or two a day on average."

After recalling for a moment, Zhang Zhidong floated down and patted An Chen.

"That's right! Do you also want to help me along with Ms. Jiuge?"

His eyes were bright and alert, and he seemed even more energetic than before when he heard An Chen's question.

Zhang Zhidong had previously worried that An Chen would be unwilling to do such a small thing.

After a few seconds of contemplation, An Chen said with a serious expression, "I can help you, but you have to take the spirit to Jiu Ge first and let her get used to it beforehand."

"Take the spirits that need help to Lady Jiuge? To adapt?" Zhang Zhidong looked at An Chen in disbelief.

That's so mean and disgusting.

Would anyone really treat their girlfriend like that?

Even though Zhang Zhidong had already asked Jiuge for help, he never thought of doing such a despicable thing before Jiuge was mentally prepared.

"Does Sister Jiuge really like spirits?" Mao Mao Tou peeked out from behind Zhang Zhidong and tentatively asked An Chen.

He suddenly regained his confidence.

An Chen nodded to Zhang Zhidong, then glared expressionlessly at the peek-in boy next to him and said, "She doesn't like it, don't scare her."

Perhaps because children's enthusiasm only lasts for a short time, he noticed that Mao Mao Tou stopped imitating Zhang Zhi Dong's catchphrases.

After being glared at by An Chen, Mao Maotou was discouraged and deflated.

Without saying another word, he floated back to the ground, no longer listening to the conversation between the human and the spirit beside him.

Mao Mao Tou always felt that it was Brother An Chen who encouraged him to scare Sister Jiu Ge back then.

After considering for a long time, Zhang Zhidong cautiously spoke up: "That's right! But won't this turn Ms. Jiuge into a great victim?"

He could almost picture Jiu Ge looking at him with eyes full of daggers and a fierce gaze.

An Chen's expression was serious: "No, this is the last resort. She will grow up sooner or later."

"That's right! Bringing a spirit over to scare her will make her grow up! I see!" Zhang Zhidong nodded in sudden realization, looking enlightened.

Although it sounds a bit outrageous, it does make some sense.

This was his blind spot; he had never heard of this kind of growth therapy before.

Parental and teacher education, social abuse, hospital prescriptions, hypnotherapy—that's all Zhang Zhidong knows.

An Chen nodded: "Yes, that's right."

"That's right! Will there be any side effects?" Zhang Zhidong still looked somewhat hesitant.

Every medicine has its side effects, and this kind of excessive treatment may also have adverse reactions.

“No.” An Chen said firmly.

"Really?"

An Chen thought for a moment and said, "She just doesn't have enough faith in herself. It's like a psychological suggestion. I've already told her to constantly remind herself that she's not afraid of spirits."

Zhang Zhidong couldn't help but frown, as if considering the feasibility.

After a moment, he spoke again: "Not bad, I've learned it."

An Chen waved his hand, preparing to leave: "Then I'll leave it to you. Let's get going."

Chapter 57 The Mass Grave

Zhang Zhidong was shocked: "Now?"

Pointing to the back street, An Chen said, "Well, I have to go out for a bit and will be back later. The rest of the treatment is in your hands."

He touched the bulging spirit coins in his pocket and couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Zhidong was a bit dumbfounded, unable to process what was happening.

"Good... Shall I just take the spirits that need help over there?"

"Okay, don't bring Mao Mao along. Let him continue cosplaying as Zashiki-warashi and guarding the stall." Putting his phone back in his pocket, An Chen walked away without looking back.