Chapter 133: Yang Qi

The bench was long and could seat two people. Lin Qingyue sat on one side, but when she turned to look at the other side, it was empty.

"There is no ghost, I don't see anything." Lin Qingyue said truthfully.

Sun's mother couldn't help but speak: "See, there's nothing! I said this child is hysterical, otherwise why can't anyone else see it, but only he can? Lord Lin, our family is really fine, you are busy with official business, so we won't delay you. Please return!"

Sun Dabao said: "Mother, the matter hasn't been figured out yet, how can we let Lord Lin leave? Besides, if my grandfather left uneasy, or has some unfulfilled wish, we as family members should help him."

"People die like a lamp going out, what unfulfilled wish can there be? You only know how to let your imagination run wild all day long, the people from the Xuanjing Division said there are no ghosts, so there are no ghosts. Don't delay Lord Lin's time!"

Sun Dabao said: "How can there be no ghosts? I really saw my grandfather, he is wearing a gray long gown, the same one he wore when he was buried. Now, my grandfather stood up again, he pushed open the door of the woodshed and walked in, he walked out again, went to the kitchen, it seems he is looking for food."

He described it vividly, but Lin Qingyue still couldn't see anything.

However, with her eyesight, if a ghost appeared, it would be impossible for her not to see it.

Could the problem be with Sun Dabao?

But looking at Sun Dabao, he didn't seem to be lying.

Lin Qingyue raised her eyes to re-examine the young man in front of her.

Sun Dabao is 17 years old this year, with handsome eyebrows and eyes. His father died early, and he grew up with his mother and grandfather.

The deceased grandfather was named Sun Yougen, who made a living selling wontons. He was honest, never quarreled with anyone, and was always smiling.

The relationship between the old man and his family was also very harmonious. Although his son died early, because the old man was diligent and had good craftsmanship, the family's life was still okay.

"Were you by his side when your grandfather passed away?" Lin Qingyue asked Sun Dabao.

Sun Dabao nodded: "I didn't have a father since I was a child, and it was my grandfather who worked hard to raise me. After he fell and was injured, he left the wonton stall to me. And he himself lay in bed every day, his condition getting worse day by day. After a long time, sores grew on his back, it was truly a great suffering!"

"A few days before he passed away, he couldn't drink water or eat rice, and was completely unconscious. My mother and I both knew he probably wouldn't make it, so we both guarded by my grandfather's bed to serve him those nights."

"That last night, I was beside my grandfather..."

When guarding until the second half of the night, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, his lips trembling, as if he wanted to say something.

So, Sun Dabao leaned over and said: "Grandfather, do you have any unfulfilled wish? If so, tell your grandson."

A "he-he" sound came from the old man's throat, vague and unclear.

"Grandfather, you..." Sun Dabao wanted to say something else, but just then, the last breath of turbid air before the old man's death sprayed out, happening to spray onto his grandson's face.

It was a breath carrying the smell of decay and death, and as soon as it sprayed on his face, Sun Dabao felt very uncomfortable.

But because his grandfather had just died, he was only concerned with sadness and didn't pay much attention to it.

The next day, his body felt very weak, and he felt light when walking.

He thought it was because he hadn't slept well for the past few days, so he didn't take it seriously and was still handling his grandfather's funeral. Until evening, he suddenly fainted.

Then he slept for two days before waking up, almost scaring his mother to death.

After Sun Dabao woke up, he was listless for two days, and after that, his spirit slowly got better, but he could see his deceased grandfather wandering around the house every day.

"That's how it is." Sun Dabao said, "I have been thinking, is it because my grandfather's last wish was not spoken, so he left uneasy, and his soul returned."

Lin Qingyue shook her head: "I said, that is not his soul, and his soul did not return."

"Then what is going on?" Sun Dabao asked.

"It's Yang Qi."

"What is Yang Qi?" It was Sun's mother who asked.

Lin Qingyue explained patiently: "Yang Qi is the last breath exhaled before a person dies, carrying the turbid air of the deceased. If there is an unfulfilled wish at the time of death, then the Yang Qi will also be mixed with bad luck."

"If this breath of Yang Qi is inhaled by a living person, it will affect health and luck. So after your grandfather passed away, your body suddenly became weak."

"Especially when you asked him his wish at the end, but he didn't have time to say it. The turbid and unlucky Yang Qi had a great impact on your body. Now although you feel your body is fine, your luck is diminishing day by day."

"As for the scenes you saw, they are actually hallucinations produced by your subconscious under the influence of his Yang Qi."

"Your grandfather's soul should be gone, perhaps someone you hired before performed rituals to ferry him. But ferrying the soul without resolving your Yang Qi, so the impact on you still remains."

Saying this, Sun Dabao also felt that his luck had been terrible recently. The day before yesterday, he went out to sell wontons, the carrying pole broke halfway, and all the wrapped wontons were spilled.

Yesterday, he took a string of money to buy things, but was stolen by a thief halfway.

On the way back, he even fell down.

Sun's mother originally dismissed this, and even repeatedly asked Lin Qingyue to leave.

At this moment, hearing that it affected her son's health and luck, she was suddenly anxious: "Then what should be done? Oh, that old thing is truly annoying, even after death he still wants to harm his descendants!"

Lin Qingyue said: "Since the old man has an unfulfilled wish, it is best to find a way to resolve it. His soul is gone now, but if he still has unfulfilled obsessions, he will also affect his family in the dark. It's a pity his soul is gone, otherwise, we could invite him to ask."

Sun's mother wiped her tears: "That old thing is dead, who knows what unfulfilled wish he still has."

Lin Qingyue looked at Sun's mother: This woman, who was about thirty years old, although her hands and feet were rough, she looked charming.

Unlike Sun Dabao, when she mentioned the old man, she didn't have much emotion. Even the sadness in her eyes had a bit of disguise.

Could it be related to her?

Lin Qingyue asked seriously: "Think carefully, did he have any regrets before he died?"

"How would I know..." Sun's mother paused, her eyes dodging for a moment.

Lin Qingyue said: "It concerns your son, it's best not to hide it."

Sun Dabao pulled his mother's arm and said: "Mother, do you know something? Tell me quickly! Resolve grandfather's wish early so he can be reincarnated with peace of mind. I don't want to be affected by Yang Qi anymore!"

Sun's mother hesitated repeatedly, then closed the courtyard gate before starting to tell a story that was not known to outsiders. ===== CHAPTER 134 =====