Chapter 289: 289 Her Mother-in-Law Is a Ghost

Upon hearing that, Zhu Qiuqin froze.

Then she immediately realized that just before she left home, she had told her mother-in-law to wait for her husband to get off work, and they had all overheard, so that's why they were asking her about this.

She sighed: "Yeah, my husband has been acting strange lately. He used to be too lazy to come home at noon, always eating at the work cafeteria, but these past few days I don't know what's gotten into him—he comes home for lunch every day, and the round-trip drive takes half an hour. He could use that time to sleep a bit more, but he won't listen. He's been coming home for six straight days, and today is the seventh."

"Ah, right, officers, if you need to come into my house later to look for that thing, please don't scare my mother-in-law—she's elderly. I just want you to clear away that dirty thing; if there are any fines, I'll pay them. Please." Zhu Qiuqin pleaded.

Since she married into the family, her mother-in-law hasn't been especially good to her, but not bad either, and she even helped raise her two children; she feels grateful deep down.

But this matter will indeed affect their whole family; she must put a stop to it, otherwise one day that evil thing will harm them all, and then it'll be too late to regret!

Tushan Jiu: "Your mother-in-law isn't keeping a ghost."

Zhu Qiuqin looked puzzled: "Then what about her strange behavior? And those white shadows I saw were completely real—I'm sure I didn't mistake them!"

As she finished speaking, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.

Tushan Jiu glanced at the seventh-floor spot downstairs and said, "Your husband's back—you can ask him."

"Ask my husband?" Zhu Qiuqin became even more confused.

Tushan Jiu didn't say anything else, and looked toward the man walking up.

When Shao Damjun was coming up the stairs earlier, he had heard people talking and thought it was the property staff coming to paint the walls, so he hurried upstairs, fearing something might happen.

He had just rushed back from the hospital, where they had again issued a critical condition notice for his mother today, saying she might not pull through.

Just now he went to the ICU to ask about his wife's condition; the doctor said they had just cleaned her wound, and although she'd been given painkillers, she still fainted from the pain.

However, the good news is that all her vital signs are now improving, and in a few days she should be able to be transferred to a regular ward.

The doctors all say his wife is like she's blessed by heaven—her heart has stopped several times, yet she miraculously pulls through each time, whereas his mother's injuries aren't as severe as his wife's, but her condition keeps getting worse.

Shao Damjun also feels helpless.

If he didn't know what was going on, he wouldn't be agonizing over it, but since he knows everything about this matter, he's the one suffering the most.

He has no choice in this matter.

Because his mother's attitude is resolute.

Moreover, his mother explicitly told him not to bring this up, because she isn't doing it for his wife, but for her grandsons and granddaughters.

She said: "The kids can do without a grandmother, but they cannot do without a mother!"

Lost in thought, Shao Damjun's nose tingled, his eye sockets reddened slightly, and his steps quickened.

But when he reached the seventh-floor landing, his eyes widened instantly.

Because five people, male and female, all young, stood there, and they didn't look like property workers.

And what terrified him most was seeing his wife standing there too!

Zhu Qiuqin asked Shao Damjun, "What's the rush? Mom hasn't finished cooking yet—look, you're all sweaty from climbing the stairs..."

She trailed off suddenly.

She turned her head to check the floor number.

Eighth floor!

She had just... wasn't she downstairs on the first floor?

Shao Damjun swallowed, deliberately avoiding looking at Zhu Qiuqin, and instead tentatively asked the group of Tushan Jiu and the others, "Who are you?"

Tushan Jiu said: "Nan Cheng Office."

Shao Damjun frowned, feeling the name was familiar but couldn't recall where he'd heard it, so he asked: "Nan Cheng Office? What kind of unit is that?"

Tushan Jiu sighed: "Your mother knows."

Zhu Qiuqin, a bit dazed, instinctively wondered: "You're not police, are you?"

Upon hearing that, Shao Damjun had a moment where he didn't react.

But the moment he processed it, his pupils constricted sharply.

He turned his head to look at Zhu Qiuqin, then glanced at Tushan Jiu and the others, and said: "You can see my beloved!"

This time it was Wang Dongqing speaking, who replied: "Yeah, because we're Mystic Masters, we can naturally see her."

Shao Damjun instinctively stepped in front of Zhu Qiuqin, eyeing them warily.

Maomao took a deep breath, then headed downstairs, and as she passed the person and the spirit, she said: "There's still half an hour—go eat the last meal your mom made for you!"

She really doesn't like this kind of case.

She really dislikes it!

Maomao went downstairs, while Wang Dongqing rummaged left and right in his pockets, but came up empty-handed.

At that moment, Tushan Jiu flipped her hand and handed over a pack of tissues.

Wang Dongqing blinked, then said thanks, took the tissues, turned, and headed downstairs as well.

Tushan Jiu glanced at Zhu Qiuqin, said nothing, and stepped down the stairs.

Mu Mu scratched his head and asked Xiang Yichu, "What's up—are we dropping this case? It's not that the old lady just swapped..."

"... the fate character," before she could finish, Xiang Yichu grabbed her and pulled her downstairs.

As they walked, he instructed her: "She's still alive; her life is her own. She can give it to whomever she wants, and she's willing to bear the consequences. Even as Mystic Masters, we can't make decisions for others."

"Of course, if that person is abetting evil and doing wrong, we'll hunt them to the ends of the earth and destroy them!"

After Xiang Yichu finished, he turned and asked her: "Got it?"

Mu Mu thought seriously for a moment, then replied: "I kinda get it!"

Xiang Yichu smiled and nodded, then said nothing more.

Their footsteps gradually faded away.

Only Shao Damjun and Zhu Qiuqin remained—a person and a spirit.

Suddenly, the sound of the anti-theft door opening.

From upstairs came the elderly woman's voice.

"The meal is ready, everyone come back to eat, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Shao Da Jun realized what was happening; the half hour that girl just mentioned was very likely the time her mother had left!

Has this day still arrived?

"Yeah, I'm coming." He trudged upstairs, but each step felt as if it weighed a thousand jin.

Zhu Qiuqin was still a bit dazed, she didn't understand what was meant at all, she pursed her lips and followed upstairs.

Before going upstairs, she glanced at the floor number again, and her eyelids twitched violently.

With a 'bang', the anti-theft door closed.

Upon entering the house, Zhu Qiuqin saw that her husband was already kneeling before her mother-in-law, while her mother-in-law was sitting on the dining chair, still wearing the apron she usually wore.

Zhu Qiuqin stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her whole body frozen in place.

As for why she was so frightened.

That was entirely because her mother-in-law's current state was semi-transparent!

So, her mother-in-law was not keeping a ghost.

Her mother-in-law herself was a ghost!