As the female ghost applied pressure, Jack’s speech became intermittent.
And with Jack distracted by his mother, the female ghost found it easier to get close.
Seeing Jack in such agony, the old lady finally became willing to beg me: “Master, please think of another way. He’s my only precious son. I haven’t even held my grandchild yet. He can’t die!”
I gave the female ghost a look, and she very obligingly floated away.
Jack also passed out.
The old lady now looked like a pitiful woman with white hair mourning a young death.
I tentatively asked: “Just this one precious son? What about your other family members?”
The old lady answered while crying: “My husband died in a mine accident two years ago. I only have my son to rely on, and now he…”
I didn’t have much feeling for the father who never came home: “So you only have one son?”
“That’s right,” the old lady suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at me excitedly: “Master, do you need some kind of substitute to die in his place?”
“Although I abandoned her, with your great powers, could you help me find out where she is??
My heart grew colder by inches: “So… for you, the greatest use you can think of for her is to be a substitute to die for your son?”
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My heart grew colder by inches: “So… for you, the greatest use you can think of for her is to be a substitute to die for your son?”
The old lady waved her hand dismissively: “What else could she do? She’s just a little girl. Would I bring her back to curse me?”
“Girls are all debt collectors. And this one was a broom star too. It’s a good thing I was wise back then, otherwise, there would have been big trouble.”
“I raise her with all my effort, and in the end, who knows which rascal would benefit?”
The old lady got more and more excited as she spoke, almost ready to applaud herself for her brilliant decision back then.
Seeing my face turn as black as the bottom of a pot, she lowered her voice: “Is her fate not suitable to be a substitute? I knew that girl didn’t have a good destiny.”
I almost laughed from anger: “That’s right, her fate isn’t good. I think your fate looks pretty good.”
The old lady suddenly fell silent, reluctantly saying that after all, it was a human life, and asked me to see if there were any other ways.
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When Jack regained consciousness again, his mind wasn’t very clear.
He didn’t even recognize his own mother.
