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A flash of red light filled the room, and the Midwife suddenly screamed, as if she had seen a ghost, and rushed out of the house in a panic. What was happening? Zhang Niu glanced inside and shouted, "A ghost!"
He fainted, even more dramatically than the Midwife.
Cuihua looked down at her legs, her eyes widened in shock, and she followed her husband into unconsciousness.
What emerged was not a child but a round, fleshy ball, just like the description of Nezha's descent from the heavens.
The ball rolled around on the ground for a moment before it suddenly burst open, revealing a handsome young man. As the man grew larger in the red light, it gradually faded away. Wei Ning looked at his own body and took a deep breath, saying, "I have finally returned."
It turned out that the Golden Robed Man had used the "final move" from Transmigration of the Ghost Immortal to allow Wei Ning's Soul Snatching to be reborn into the mortal realm.
Wei Ning glanced at the unconscious couple, Zhang Niu and Cuihua, and smiled wryly. "I apologize for the disturbance. Since I have emerged from your womb, I suppose I am now your son." He then knelt down and bowed three times before turning to leave.
Outside, the sun was setting. Wei Ning took a deep breath and looked around at this unfamiliar place; it appeared to be a village. It lacked the hustle and bustle of a city but possessed a unique tranquility of rural life.
As Wei Ning walked along the village road for a short distance, he finally saw some people nearby and called out loudly, "Excuse me, friends! Can you tell me where I am?"
The person clearly did not understand Wei Ning's words. Wei Ning called out again several times until the person finally responded in broken Mandarin, "This is Jun'an Town! You must be from out of town. Are you here visiting relatives or doing business?"
Wei Ning forced a smile; he certainly couldn't tell them he was here to be reborn. It was getting late, so he quietly asked, "Excuse me, is there an inn nearby? It's quite late now."
"Ah," the local responded warmly after sizing up Wei Ning. "You seem honest enough; you're definitely not a bad person. How about this? If you don't mind me, you can stay at my house for the night. After all, we rely on friends when we're out. Come on!"
"Wei Ning" smiled awkwardly and said, "I really appreciate this, but I..."
The villager laughed heartily and replied, "No need for that. I'm not taking your money. Come on, I'm Zhang Long. What's your name?"
Wei Ning felt grateful towards this generous villager and said, "My name is Wei Ning."
As they chatted along the way, they arrived at a farmhouse. Smoke was curling up from the chimney, indicating that the lady of the house was cooking. Zhang Long led Wei Ning inside and called out, "Mother of the Child, we have guests! Come out!"
A middle-aged woman in her forties emerged from the back, wiping her hands on her apron as she looked at Wei Ning. She smiled shyly and said, "Hello." She appeared quite bashful, smiling continuously at Wei Ning.
Zhang Long brought Wei Ning into the main room. The furnishings were modest, with few electrical appliances that seemed to be cheap knock-offs. It was clear that this family was not very wealthy. After Zhang Long's wife served tea, Zhang Long asked, "Has my younger brother's wife given birth yet?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Long's wife sighed and replied, "Not yet. It's been a while, and no one has sent any news. I'm really worried something might have happened."
Zhang Long said, "My younger brother is too honest. He went out to work but not only didn't earn any money; he also spent all his savings on travel expenses. I had hoped that after marrying, he would settle down a bit, but now this has happened. Remember to send our old hen to them once Sister-in-law gives birth."
Zhang Long's wife shot him a glance and said, "I know that already; you don't need to remind me."
After discussing household matters, Zhang Long turned to chat with Wei Ning. Before long, Zhang Long's wife finished preparing dinner. The three of them ate while talking, and time passed gradually.
At that moment, an elderly woman stood outside the door, peering in timidly but hesitating to enter.
Just as Wei Ning was about to get up, Zhang Long stopped him with a firm hand and said coldly, "Don't mind her."
Wei Ning couldn't help but feel puzzled. Zhang Long was so warm to a stranger, yet he was so cold towards this old woman. He glanced at Zhang Long's Wife, only to see her face even colder, not even looking at the elderly woman, Taiyi.
The old woman appeared to be over eighty years old, dressed in coarse cloth with several patches sewn on. Her skin was yellow and thin, clearly suffering from long-term malnutrition. Even more strangely, she had a long braid at the back of her head, coiled up. Her eyes were filled with a pleading look as she watched the three people inside the house eat.
Ever since the old woman appeared, Zhang Long had become irritable. After shoveling a few more bites of rice, he suddenly slammed his bowl onto the table and shouted, "I've told you so many times! We will not agree to this! Why won’t you listen? If you come again, I’ll sweep you out myself!"
Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes as she said, "Old Zhang, I know, but just look at our Lian. Can't you pity her just this once?"
"No way! Anyone associated with your Ice Heart Hall brings bad luck. I will never agree to let my son get involved with you all."
The old woman pulled out a handful of loose change from her pocket—some five-dollar bills, some ten-dollar bills, and even a few one and two-cent coins. Some of them looked worn and tattered. It was unclear how long it had taken her to save this money. "Old Zhang, this is the money we’ve saved for Lian’s entrance fee."
"I've told you countless times, this isn't about money!" Zhang Long shouted. "Even if I begged you, just let my son go in peace. Don’t bother him anymore, alright?"
As Zhang Long finished speaking, his wife couldn’t help but tear up as well, clearly touched by the painful memories.
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