CHAPTER 410: CHAPTER 408: DISCIPLE, COME HERE

Qin Yu hadn’t expected his intention to be this; he could only calm down.

About half an hour later, the deliveryman brought the food to the door.

Although Nan Xian had spent over a hundred yuan, the cost of living in the Imperial City was high, so there wasn’t much food delivered.

They placed the dinner on the coffee table, and Nan Xian said to Qin Yu, "Let’s eat something first."

By nearly seven o’clock, Qin Yu had also become quite hungry.

He had just started eating when Nan Xian suddenly struck the air above the dinner bowl with his chopsticks.

"Don’t sneak any food."

"Didn’t I pay for it?"

Qin Yu looked at him puzzled, thinking he hadn’t eaten much either.

"I wasn’t talking about you."

Next to Nan Xian, a semi-transparent young boy was squatting.

His eyes sparkled as he stared at the food on the coffee table, continuously swallowing his saliva, wanting to reach out and grab the dishes, but he found Nan Xian staring at him.

The boy waved his hand in front of Nan Xian.

"I’m not blind."

Nan Xian said another sentence, and only then did the boy confirm it was addressed to him.

His soul gradually became fainter, wanting to penetrate the ground and leave.

Nan Xian grabbed his hair and pulled him out from under the floor.

"You stay still here until I’m done eating."

Qin Yu still couldn’t see the ghost, but seeing Nan Xian’s actions, he guessed the ghost must have come.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped a lot, chillingly cold.

Nan Xian continued to eat his dinner slowly while the boy stood beside him, staring intently.

The boy kept swallowing saliva, quickly stole a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, gobbling it down. However, the chicken leg fell out of his stomach.

There appeared a slit in his stomach, and the inside organs like intestines and liver were broken into pieces.

Once the chicken leg fell out, the boy didn’t eat it again. He wanted to continue stealing food, but Nan Xian grabbed his wrist.

"No matter how much you eat, you’ll never be full."

The boy furrowed his brow and glared fiercely, "I want to eat!"

"That’s my delivery you’re not eating."

"I want to eat!"

The boy kept repeating this sentence, his eyes turning blood-red.

The ghost energy in the room became extremely dense, and Qin Yu could also see this soul.

His eyes were blood-red, his mouth dripping with fresh blood as if he had eaten fresh, bloody meat, and he had a large slit on his belly showing broken organs.

Qin Yu’s eyebrow twitched, and suddenly he lost his appetite.

Perhaps it had been a long time since the boy had eaten, and with Nan Xian not allowing him to eat, the boy lunged at Nan Xian.

Nan Xian pinned him to the ground and delivered a beating, then elegantly stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Are you still eating?"

"Eat!"

Nan Xian waved his fist, and the boy hugged his head and curled up.

He saw the wound on the boy’s stomach and couldn’t help but contemplatively.

"Do you want to eat your fill?"

"...Yes."

The boy spoke with pitiful anticipation, his gaze still on the food on the coffee table.

"This is my dinner, I’ll let him buy some for you later."

Nan Xian pointed at Qin Yu.

He sat back on the couch, continuing to finish the remaining food.

Absolutely no wasting of food!

Qin Yu, without much appetite, said to the boy, "You can have my portion."

Just as he finished speaking, the boy scrambled at the coffee table and wolfed down the food.

The food the boy had eaten emitted a sour, rotten smell, making Nan Xian lose his appetite for eating.

Nan Xian looked at Qin Yu with a ghostly gaze, secretly clenching his fist.

"Why are you lingering here? How did you get those wounds?"

After eating quite a bit, the boy regained his sanity.

He looked at Nan Xian, furrowed his brows, and tried to recall the events leading to his death.

"My dad, my dad won’t let me eat."

The boy hung his head, his soul enveloped in a gloomy aura.

Before this residential area was developed, it was also a living quarter.

The boy and his family lived here, but his mother died early, and his father remarried.

His stepmother didn’t like him, always spoke ill of him to his father, and sometimes even denied him food.

One New Year’s Eve, the family made many dumplings.

Every day since his mother’s death, he had never had enough to eat, so that day he couldn’t help but eat a lot of dumplings.

His stepmother told his father about it.

His father became very angry and beat him up, saying he was wasting food by eating so much and even kicked him in the belly.

His belly, full from eating, burst from the kick, and he vomited blood incessantly, covered in blood; his stepmother and father were afraid to take him to the hospital, fearing that if he died there, the police would hassle them.

So, they took him to their ancestral home overnight and left him in a secluded ravine.

By the time they reached the ravine, he had already died.

The boy’s soul, unwilling to let go, followed his father back.

Initially, he was unable to eat food from the mortal world, but later, seeing his father and stepmother have another child and how well his father treated that child, his resentful energy grew stronger.

After being able to eat food, he stole meals from the house every day.

Thinking that his ghost had come back for retribution, his father and stepmother hastily moved away with their child.

Not long after, the old residential area was included in a redevelopment project. Qin Yu, as the developer, undertook this project.

The old residential area was demolished and rebuilt into a new one, but the boy’s soul still lingered here.

"Your dad has already moved away, why don’t you follow him?"

"This is my and my mom’s home, I’m not leaving."

The boy sat on the ground and stubbornly said.

He stayed here, driven by his hatred for his father and his memories of his mother.

"Your dad committed a crime."

Qin Yu blurted out suddenly.

"I can help you contact the police, have him jailed, can you leave this place then?"

Qin Yu didn’t want to make things difficult for Nan Xian because of the boy’s tragic past; as long as he left on his own and didn’t frighten other residents, that would be enough.

"I told you, this is my and my mom’s home, I’m not leaving!"

The boy angrily told Qin Yu.

If he had wanted revenge, he could have killed his dad long ago. But the boy hadn’t; he just wanted to stay here, guarding the place and the only relative who cared about him, and his past memories.

"..."

Qin Yu rubbed his temples, feeling a headache.

"So what do you want to do?"

"Don’t want to do anything, I’m just staying here."

Nan Xian reluctantly finished the remaining food and then slowly spoke, "Do you want to see your mother?"

The boy’s eyes lit up, "Yes!"

"Do you remember what your mother’s name was, what her birthday was?"

"I remember."

The boy told Nan Xian his mother’s name and birthday.

"I’ll cast a spell."

Nan Xian sat cross-legged on the sofa and began the casting.

One human and one ghost stared intently at him.

After a long wait, Nan Xian suddenly yawned and looked at Qin Yu perplexedly, "I’m a bit sleepy after eating, what spell should I use to find his mother?"

"You’re asking me?"

Qin Yu’s temples twitched; this guy was clearly not as reliable as Qin Zhao!

"It’s been a long time since I used these spells, it’s normal to forget a bit, don’t look at me like that."

Nan Xian said slowly, "Should I use the Yin Summoning Spell or the Soul Summoning Technique? Never mind, I’ll try both."

He tried both, but nothing happened.

"Oh, not enough Spiritual Power."

"!!!"

Both Qin Yu and the boy had an expression like they wanted to hit someone.

Nan Xian raised his hand to pacify them, "Don’t rush, I have another way."

He took out his phone and dialed Qin Zhao’s number, "Hey, disciple, come over here."