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

"Hmm...wait, what are you taking out?"

"Spirit coins make the hearse drift faster."

"What?...There are still living people here!"

Chapter 107 Zhang Zhidong's Great-Grandfather

Despite Jiu Ge's tearful insistence, An Chen ultimately decided against burning spirit coins to summon a hearse.

A taxi happened to be passing by on the side of the road, and the two hailed it.

The Ghost Festival is not over yet, and there are still many strange and unusual spirits on the road.

Jiuge and Anchen were sitting in the back seat of the vehicle.

He didn't speak, nor did he look outside.

Not only do we need to consider the real-world situation, but we also need to process the tragic scenes we experienced in the illusion.

Normally, they might not care about the driver's gaze and would chatter away about the mission and related ideas.

However, although so much time has passed in the illusion, it is still the Ghost Festival in reality.

Discussing these things during what people call the "Ghost Festival" might frighten the driver into choosing between abandoning the car and running away or dumping them, and in severe cases, they might even contact a mental hospital and call the police.

The journey had been quite long, and Jiu Ge, whose body had not fully recovered, slept soundly after searching through the few remaining pieces of information about Gouzi Bay.

As soon as they got off the bus, Mao Maotou, representing Zhang Zhidong who was still busy on the side, floated over.

Perhaps because she had stayed in the illusion for too long, Jiuge felt for the first time that the little hairy thing in front of her was so familiar and dear.

Even though it had only been half a day, she felt a deep sense of emotion, as if she were reuniting with an old friend after a long separation.

Jiuge finds Mao Mao Tou adorable no matter how she looks at him now.

Just as cute as a puppy egg.

Dark complexion, sparse hair, a constantly drooling mouth, a dazed expression from time to time, and that Zashiki-warashi-like demeanor...

Jiuge's heart received a strange healing.

"Little one, are you alright?" She smiled, her expression incredibly gentle.

“…?” An Chen was stunned.

He glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention before he felt relieved.

"...?" Mao Mao was also dumbfounded.

His confusion stemmed from a completely different reason than An Chen's.

"Nine... Sister Jiuge? I... I'm fine..." The little boy, who had been all smiles, suddenly stopped smiling.

Should we say it's good or bad?

Mao Maotou began to think about whether he had done anything that might have offended Jiu Ge in the past few days, and even forgot why he had floated over on behalf of Zhang Susu.

The sister Jiuge, who usually treats him very strangely, suddenly called him "Little Hairy Head" in a gentle and sweet voice.

In Mao Mao Tou's memory, his mother would do this sometimes when she was angry, except when she was extremely happy.

She smiled uncharacteristically and called out to herself in a gentle voice.

Then, in the next second, Mom will transform into a tigress, hysterically roaring at him.

"Okay, that's good." Jiuge nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately afterwards, she skillfully took An Chen's hand.

"..." An Chen remained silent, only displaying a thoughtful expression.

Looking at Jiu Ge and An Chen's tightly clasped hands, Mao Maotou suddenly understood.

This is good news! Sister Jiuge and Brother Anchen secretly got married behind his back.

"Congratulations to you." Mao Maotou said with a serious expression.

"Huh? Thank you." Jiuge was a little confused.

"Let's go, it's weird to talk in the middle of the road." An Chen squeezed Jiu Ge's hand and led her toward Zhang Zhidong.

Seeing Jiu Ge and An Chen's sweet and affectionate relationship, Zhang Zhidong was clearly very excited.

"Not bad! Not bad!" He gave a thumbs up, and the golden light emanating from his body grew brighter and brighter, while the surroundings became increasingly hot.

In just half a day, An Chen and Jiu Ge were able to overcome their shyness and hold hands openly in front of him.

Excellent! Very good!

The spirits that had been devoutly worshipping Zhang Zhidong suddenly sprang up from the ground.

"Aaaaaaah, it's burning me!"

"Oh my god! I don't want to be reduced to ashes!"

Before long, all the spirits in the vicinity, including Mao Mao Tou, had fled.

This saved An Chen and Jiu Ge a lot of trouble.

Holding hands with Jiuge, they leaned against the left wall of the community gate, and An Chen, braving the heat, began to recount the story of the illusion.

Of course, he only mentioned the key points.

An Chen didn't mention anything that was sensitive or that he didn't want Jiu Ge to delve into.

The story took about ten minutes to finish.

An Chen spoke very seriously, and Zhang Zhidong listened very attentively.

Jiuge kept staring at Zhang Zhidong with a gentle expression, lost in thought.

When talking about Grandpa Zhang's family, Zhang Zhidong looked somewhat surprised.

When talking about the old man's family and descendants, Zhang Zhidong's expression became serious.

When talking about the Mosaic People, reincarnation, and the origin of the stones, Zhang Zhidong fell into deep thought.

“Good! I understand the general situation. Is there anything I can do?” Zhang Zhidong looked at An Chen with bright eyes.

Since he told him something so important, it means An Chen has encountered difficulties that require his help.

Although I deeply regret the disasters that befell my ancestors, that is all in the past.

It was precisely to avoid a repeat of the humiliating history of the past that Zhang Zhidong was willing to sacrifice his life for the country and the people.

"So I'd like to ask about your family," An Chen asked.

"That's right! Hahaha, ask me anything, and I'll answer everything I know." Zhang Zhidong laughed heartily.

"Have your elders ever told you anything about your ancestors living in Gouzi Bay?" An Chen decided to start asking from the beginning.

“These things were never mentioned, but I know that my great-grandfather and his brothers all served in the Chinese army.”

"In other words, they might be Grandma Li's sons," An Chen said thoughtfully.

“That’s right! Indeed, based on your description, my great-grandfather is very likely the third son of Grandma Li in the illusion.”

"What about his two older brothers and their wives?" After hesitating for a moment, An Chen finally asked the question.

The fact that Zhang Zhidong and Zhang Zhidao were able to be born means that their great-grandfather must have survived, but it's not certain for the others.

“That’s right! My great-grandfather’s brother and wife did indeed die heroically during the war. After the war, my great-grandfather specially moved their graves and erected a monument. A few years later, he got married and had children, and even became an auxiliary police officer. My father often mentioned these things when we were young, telling us that the peaceful life of our motherland is hard-won, and that we, from a family of police officers, must always stay true to our original aspirations.”

“Okay, I understand…” An Chen nodded.

"It's a pity..." Jiuge also spoke, her expression looking very sad.

“That’s right! I suddenly have a clue about that stone you mentioned. My father told my brother and me before he passed away that our great-grandfather was looking for a strange box before he died, saying it contained something very important.” Zhang Zhidong suddenly recalled this important clue.

It had been so long that he almost forgot.

"Yes, is your great-grandfather's tombstone also in the Zhang family cemetery after he passed away?" An Chen confirmed.

“Yes! It’s here.” Zhang Zhidong said in a loud voice.

"Okay, let's go then."

Chapter 108 Reunion

"What if Zhang Zhidong's ancestors have already been reincarnated?" Jiuge asked An Chen while hailing a taxi.

According to An Chen, if Zhang Zhidong's great-grandfather and others were still queuing in the underworld, even if today wasn't the Ghost Festival, they would still sense the stone's aura and float up from below.

"Hmm, it's not a big problem."

An Chen looked up at Zhang Zhidong, who was still floating above her head with an excited expression.

“It’s inherently a mysterious thing. People have three souls and seven spirits, and there will always be some fragments of the soul left there, just like people often say that the deceased still live on in everyone’s memories,” he added.

So An Chen didn't continue to ask Zhang Zhidong whether there were real remains inside the tombstones erected by his great-grandfather for his brother and sister-in-law.

"How do you know so much?" Jiu Ge's expression towards An Chen changed several times.

“Hearsay, pieced together from various sources, a lucky break, a stroke of luck,” An Chen replied expressionlessly.

"...The car is here." Jiuge didn't believe it, but she was too lazy to argue.

After confirming the license plate number, she and An Chen got in together.

Zhang Zhidong also floated in and plopped down next to An Chen.

The space became cramped, and the car's air conditioning stopped working.

"What's going on?" The driver fiddled with this and that, looking around, sweat already beading on his forehead.

Jiuge nudged An Chen, signaling him to send Zhang Zhidong away.

Anyway, Zhang Zhidong is a spirit, so he can quickly float to his destination.

An Chen looked at Zhang Zhidong and mouthed "go down".

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhidong wouldn't listen.

“Excellent! We’re going there on a very serious mission, so we need to make it a proper ceremony!” Zhang Zhidong said in a resounding voice.