Chapter 7 Letter
Seeing this name, Liu Haoyu’s face was very solemn.
Liu Jianjun, his father’s name.
When he was six years old, he went to Beiming City with Old Deng and never returned.
According to Old Deng, his father entered Ye Shangfeng and never heard from him again.
After becoming a ghost exorcist, he tried many times to find him in Ye Shangfeng, but all to no avail.
Although he encountered many fierce ghosts during this period, they had already gone mad and could not be questioned at all.
After years of hard searching, Liu Haoyu could only regretfully give up and return to Jiangliu City.
But he didn’t expect to see his father’s belongings here.
Perhaps seeing Liu Haoyu’s solemn expression, Deng Xiaolin explained.
“My grandfather got it last year too, and he didn’t intend to hide it from you.”
“He always wanted to find an opportunity to give this to you, but… he felt guilty and never said it out loud.”
Deng Xiaolin’s expression was a bit bitter as she said this.
In fact, she also knew very well that her grandfather did not want to give this thing to Liu Haoyu.
Because he did not want Liu Haoyu to impulsively go to Ye Shangfeng again after seeing this thing.
But times have changed, and Liu Haoyu is accompanied by Qin Liu, so it should be much safer in this case.
And more importantly, Liu Jianjun’s remains are still missing, and Old Deng also hopes to give his old friend peace.
Liu Haoyu took the pocket watch from Deng Xiaolin’s hand and gently rubbed it.
The handwriting on it was indeed written by his father.
“Where did it come from?”
With this clue, Liu Haoyu’s voice became a little anxious.
Deng Xiaolin continued to say.
“I don’t know either, but Grandpa said he left a letter for you in the room, you should go and see…”
“Okay.”
Liu Haoyu nodded and then walked towards the inner room.
Old Deng’s bedroom was on the first floor. He said his legs were not good and he was too lazy to climb the stairs, but Liu Haoyu knew very well that this old man just wanted to give the more comfortable second-floor room to Deng Xiaolin.
Standing at the door of Old Deng’s bedroom, Liu Haoyu slowly took a breath and then gently pushed open the camphor wood door of the bedroom.
The room was filled with the bitter smell of incense mixed with medicinal ointment.
The letter Deng Xiaolin mentioned lay quietly beside the pillow.
Judging from the handwriting on the envelope, it was indeed Old Deng’s suicide note.
Sitting on a stool, Liu Haoyu, with a heavy heart, slowly tore open the letter.
Inside the envelope was a yellowed letter, which was written three days ago.
“Xiao Liu, when you see this letter, it means I might be gone.”
“I see your resilience, so I won’t comfort you too much like Xiaolin.”
“I… have experienced too many things. In fact, I did not want you to inherit the ghost exorcist profession at first, and your father also thought so.”
“Life is unpredictable. Your father’s tragedy led you to this path too.”
“Seeing you wandering alone outside, desperately searching for your father’s remains, I wanted to help, but unfortunately Xiaolin’s father died unfortunately due to unforeseen circumstances, so I had to stay in Jiangliu City to take care of this little girl.”
“Alas… Back then, your father even talked about an arranged marriage in infancy with my son, but young people nowadays don’t really do this anymore…”
“No more nonsense, I’m not too surprised by my departure.”
“With my spiritual sight, I may not be able to see through others’ destinies, but I can vaguely see the direction of my own destiny, so I know that Old Deng, I don’t have long to live, and I will probably follow in your father’s footsteps.”
“After I leave, Xiaolin is a girl. If possible, for Old Deng’s sake, treat her as your sister and help me take care of her.”
“As for your father’s pocket watch, it was sent to me by a Daoist named Wu Yixuan in Beiming City in March last year.”
“I didn’t ask for details. If you want to investigate, you can find him at the Bodhi Temple at the foot of Ye Shangfeng Mountain.”
“He is also a ghost exorcist and my friend, and he may have a deeper understanding of Ye Shangfeng…”
“Finally, please remember to act within your capabilities, do not act impulsively, and do not repeat the old mistakes of your father and my son.”
“—Old Deng”
It was clear from all the content of this letter that Old Deng had foreseen this tribulation.
Judging from the messy ghost exorcism props in the room, he had made all preparations to deal with the calamity, but unfortunately…
Liu Haoyu carefully put away the letter and put it back into his backpack.
Qin Liu stood behind him and asked.
“Are you going to Ye Shangfeng?”
“Definitely.”
Liu Haoyu nodded.
“I still want to introduce his daughter-in-law to my dad.”
Hearing this, Qin Liu’s face turned slightly red.
Fortunately, her resistance had increased a lot compared to before. After only a few seconds, she recovered and said.
“But what about Deng Xiaolin?”
As Qin Liu said, given Deng Xiaolin’s current situation, it was not a good choice to leave her here rashly.
After all, no one could guarantee that the elusive Night Walker would not come back.
So after careful consideration, Liu Haoyu finally said.
“Then let’s stay here for a few days first, help Xiaolin stabilize her emotions, and then see if we should take her to Beiming City. It would be nice to treat it as a trip to relax.”
“Okay.”
Qin Liu nodded.
Seeing this, Liu Haoyu glanced at Qin Liu and explained.
“But don’t worry, I just treat Xiaolin as my sister. The so-called arranged marriage in infancy in this letter is actually just a joke between adults.”
“It’s okay,” Qin Liu was not the type to be jealous or make unreasonable demands. She blinked her eyes and looked at Liu Haoyu and said, “Your sister is my sister, isn’t she?”
“Your face looks even younger than Xiaolin’s, how can you be her sister?”
Liu Haoyu was a little speechless, but seeing that Qin Liu didn’t ask any more questions, he naturally breathed a sigh of relief.
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Time came to evening, Liu Haoyu walked to the hall, Deng Xiaolin was still sitting there, staring blankly without moving.
He walked over and handed her the bowl of lean meat porridge in his hand.
“Drink some, Qin Liu made it.”
“Ah… thank you…”
Deng Xiaolin looked at the lean meat porridge in front of her, paused for a moment, and then held it in her hands.
Qin Liu was standing at the door of the inner room, smiling gently.
“It might be a little hot, drink it slowly.”
Deng Xiaolin looked at the porridge in the bowl, then looked at Liu Haoyu in front of her.
The hall was a little dim, but she could vaguely see that the man’s face in front of her looked very haggard, and his lips were very pale.
After looking for a while, Deng Xiaolin took a sip of the porridge and said softly.
“Hao-ge… you should shave.”
