Family Of Ghosts

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The moment Kitten Ye opened his eyes, tears rolled down her face. He laid on Cen Pan’s body and started shaking her violently while crying.

“Auntie, wake up. Wake up. It was all a dream, right? It must be a dream.”

Ye Xiao finished the work at hand and closed his notebook. Just as he was about to see what Cen Pan and Ye Xiao were doing, he heard Ye Xiao’s loud cries from the basement. He instantly panicked and quickly ran to the recording studio.

When he opened the door, Cen Pan was lying on the ground with a pale face. Kitten Ye was lying on Cen Pan’s body while crying and shaking her.

Ye Xiao stopped in his tracks and felt a sharp pain in his heart. He held the door frame and instantly felt like the world was spinning.

He gritted his teeth and composed himself. Ye Xiao walked towards Cen Pan coldly and reached out to check Cen Pan’s breathing with a trembling hand.

The weak airflow hit his fingers and Ye Xiao heaved a sigh of relief.

Great, she was still alive!

Ye Xiao looked at the crying Kitten Ye with an ugly expression. He suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to speak calmly, “Stop crying. Tell me what happened. Why is she like this?”

Ye Xiao sobbed and repeated what Grandpa Ye told him.

After Ye Xiao heard the entire matter, he carefully checked Cen Pan’s hands, but did not see anything strange. He tried to call Cen Pan’s name again, but he could not wake her up.

Ye Xiao sat on the ground dejectedly. He could not see or touch anything related to the supernatural, much less help Cen Pan get rid of the ghost gas.

Could it be that he could only let the woman he loved die?

Ye Xiao covered his face with both hands and took a deep breath in frustration. He stood up, picked Cen Pan up and placed her back on the bed in the room.

He stood by the bedroom window and thought about it for the entire afternoon. Ye Xiao finally had an idea.

Ye Xiao took out his phone and called Chen Feng. He ordered him to find all the people in the city who could communicate with spirits. He asked them one by one to see if anyone could dispel the ghost gas.

After an insomnia night, Ye Xiao received a call from Chen Feng early in the morning. He said that he had found three people in the city who were said to be psychic.

One was a monk in his sixties, the other was a crazy old woman in her forties, and the last was a young Daoist priest in his twenties.

After obtaining Ye Xiao’s approval, Chen Feng brought the three of them to the Ye family.

In order to prevent anyone from scamming them, Ye Xiao instructed the butler to watch over them and not allow them to talk to each other. Then, he asked Chen Feng to bring the monk into the bedroom.

The monk stood with his right hand in front of his chest and held a string of large Buddha Beads in his left hand. When he entered the door, he bowed slightly to Ye Xiao and Cen Pan. “Amitabha! My Dharma name is Jiesha. May I know what’s the matter, Patron?”

Ye Xiao quickly examined the monk and retracted his gaze. “I don’t know what’s wrong with my wife. She suddenly fell unconscious. Master, please help me see if there’s anything wrong.”

The monk walked to the bed and looked at Cen Pan, who was lying on the bed. He reached out to touch her forehead and felt her pulse before saying.

“This female patron’s pulse is only superficial. Her coma is due to her weak body. How about this? I’ll give the female patron a prescription. As long as she drinks it for 49 days, she’ll definitely recover. It’s just that the price will be a little expensive.”

Ye Xiao looked at Chen Feng coldly and his lips curled up in a cold smile. He deliberately hadn’t told Chen Feng about Cen Pan’s situation because he wanted to find out more about this “master..” He hadn’t expected that he would actually be right.