Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 92

Chapter 92: Willing to Be Her Ghost

“Name.”

“…”

“Name.”

“…Sang Jing,” Sang Jing said, sitting on a long bench, feeling very uncomfortable under Hei Wuchang’s occasional glances. Xie Yu was sitting on the other side of the bench.

In front of them was a black wooden table, and opposite them sat Hei and Bai Wuchang.

A proper Ghost Master who raised a ghost needed to report to the underworld.

After Wenren Jin’s people had lost track of Xie Yu, Sang Jing had not gone directly to Shahe but had first taken Xie Yu to the City God Temple to go through the procedures for a Ghost Master to raise a ghost. Who knew that the ones who had come would be Hei and Bai Wuchang?

Who could understand the embarrassment of meeting a familiar ghost?

Actually, this job was originally supposed to be done by the ghost emissaries under the Judge. But during this period, the Judge was not here, so it had fallen on Hei and Bai Wuchang. When she had seen that the applicant was Sang Jing, she had to come in person.

She took a look, and as expected, oh~

Xiao Xie.

“Age.”

“…”

“Tsk.”

“Twenty-six.”

Hei Wuchang had actually already filled out Sang Jing’s information and was deliberately teasing her. “Cooperate well. This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing.”

Sang Jing: “…”

It’s just a procedure to register information. Why is it being made out to be such a major life event?

“Height.”

“165.”

“Why do you want to raise a little… raise her?”

“…Changing careers. To be a Ghost Master.”

Hei Wuchang looked up and glared at her.

It was Xie Yu’s turn. Before Hei Wuchang could ask, she had already said everything. “Name Xie Yu, age twenty-one, height 172, no home, a lonely ghost. I like Sang Jing very much and am super willing to be her ghost, and then…”

Hei Wuchang saw Xie Yu’s excited and impatient look, then looked at the calm and composed Sang Jing beside her, and couldn’t help but kick her.

This child, she’s going to raise someone, but she’s still so wooden and has no reaction.

Sang Jing lowered her head. “?”

After registering the information, Hei Wuchang took out a thread and tied it to Sang Jing and Xie Yu’s ring fingers respectively, then tied a cute bow.

Normally, a Ghost Master who brought a ghost to be raised to register information had to go through layers of review. Only after passing, and when both the person and the ghost had no problems, would they be given such a rope. It would be tied to the person and the ghost, wherever they wanted, and they could decide for themselves. This thread was for the convenience of subsequent work.

“Do you know how to raise a ghost?” Hei Wuchang suddenly asked again.

Sang Jing: “…”

I want to leave.

Bai Wuchang raised her hand to her lips and coughed. Hei Wuchang didn’t tease her anymore and waved her hand. “Alright, the information is registered. You can go, you can go.”

Sang Jing stood up and left. Xie Yu was still smiling and waving at Hei and Bai Wuchang. Before she could wave twice, her wrist was pulled away.

After Sang Jing had taken Xie Yu and left the City God Temple, Hei and Bai Wuchang immediately stood up and moved to the side. Two ghostly figures appeared and took their places.

Ji Zhi took the filled-out information from the table and looked at it. She said to the ghost beside her, “You lost.”

Wen You raised an eyebrow lightly. “Did I lose? She took the Celestial Master’s test first and then raised the ghost. Are you trying to cheat?”

Ji Zhi turned to look at her and tilted her head in confusion. “Who’s trying to cheat? The bet we made was clearly whether Xiao Jing would raise that ghost or not. What does it have to do with the test?”

Wen You looked at her and smiled, then pretended to be surprised. “Oh, is that so? Then I must have remembered it wrong.”

Ji Zhi snorted. “Don’t you, the great boss of Fengdu, deny it after losing a bet. Sister Bai and Xiao Hei can both testify.”

Wen You: “Where are they?”

Ji Zhi looked up. There was no trace of Hei and Bai Wuchang beside her.

“…”

She was so angry she wanted to laugh.

Ji Zhi couldn’t help but raise her hand and punch Wen You’s shoulder, gritting her teeth in hatred. “Abusing your power for personal gain, right? Who taught you that?”

Wen You held her wrist and pulled her into her arms, lowering her head to kiss her. Seeing her struggle, she held her even tighter. “I wasn’t trying to cheat. You won.”

“I’ll listen to you for the next month.”

“Hmph, that’s more like it.”

*

“What’s next?” Xie Yu was in a particularly good mood, her eyebrows relaxed and the corners of her lips turned up.

“Go to Shahe to find them.”

Just as Sang Jing finished speaking, a figure suddenly shot out and blocked her way.

“Sang s… Jing, please save Xiao Jiu,” the woman’s face was pale, and her eyes were filled with red blood vessels.

Sang Jing looked at her, a little surprised. After not seeing her for a while, Sang Ciying had actually become like this. She had lost a lot of weight and had completely lost her previous majestic appearance as the head of the family.

Sang Ciying wanted to go forward and pull Sang Jing. After being dodged, her face was a little embarrassed. She knew in her heart that Sang Jing had not had a good life in the Sang family before, and a large part of the reason was because of her tacit approval. But Xiao Jiu was still at the main family. She had no choice. She really had no choice.

Sang Jing was now an eight-coin Celestial Master and could even speak to the Xuanmen chairmen. She would definitely be able to bring Xiao Jiu back from the main family.

Although she knew that the old lady’s merit and karma had ultimately fallen on Sang Lingxi, Sang Jing still didn’t want to agree so easily.

She had drawn a clear line with the Sang family, but she still couldn’t be so magnanimous as to forget the grievances and bullying she had suffered there.

“Why should I help you?”

Before she came, Sang Ciying had thought that Sang Jing would not easily help her bring Xiao Jiu back. But she had something that could make Sang Jing willing to help her.

“As long as you are willing to help me, I can give you your mother’s diary.”

Sang Jing looked up at her.

Sang Ciying continued, “It was found among the old lady’s belongings. Perhaps you can find the truth of your mother’s death in that diary.”

Xie Yu turned to look at Sang Jing. She could feel her breathing become chaotic when the other mentioned her mother.

“Give me the diary,” Sang Jing held out her hand.

Sang Ciying was pleasantly surprised. “You agree!?”

Sang Jing: “You have no right to negotiate with me.”

Sang Ciying’s expression was angry for a moment, but she quickly suppressed it.

“And, tell me everything you know about my mother.”

“Alright.”

There happened to be a teahouse nearby. Sang Jing asked for a private room and a pot of tea, and told the teahouse staff not to disturb them.

Sitting down at the tea table, Sang Jing took two cups and poured tea. She moved one cup in front of her and placed one in the empty seat beside her.

Sang Ciying on the other side felt humiliated, but she was helpless.

“The diary,” Sang Jing said, taking a sip of tea.

Sang Ciying took out the diary she was carrying and handed it over.

The paper of the diary was a little yellowed, and it looked quite old. She carefully opened it and saw two completely different styles of handwriting on it.

She was only four years old when she had returned to the Sang family, and her memories had already begun to blur. She could no longer remember her mother’s face, nor her handwriting. But when she was in elementary school, she had once accidentally run into the old lady. The old lady had shown her a poem her mother had once written. The handwriting was neat and elegant, very similar to one of the handwritings in this diary.

Besides one that was very similar to her mother’s, there was another handwriting, crooked and shaky, like a child who had just learned to write.

Sang Jing suspected that this might have been written by herself as a child, but Granny Lin had said that her handwriting was good even when she was a child, and she had never been so ugly.

“Speak.”

Sang Ciying looked at her hesitantly. “You will help, right?”

Sang Jing still did not give her a clear answer. “It depends on my mood.”

Sang Ciying’s hand on the table was clenched tightly. She took a deep breath. “Sang Cixin, that is, your mother. She was born at a calculated auspicious time and day. That birth was originally a twin, but one of them died in the womb. When your mother came out, she was covered in blood and had pieces of flesh on her, and she had also missed the auspicious time.”

“She became the third child of the Sang family. No one mentioned that child who had died early, and no one told your mother. But one day, she suddenly went to the old lady and said that she had an older sister, and that she should not be the third, but the fourth.”

“Four is an unlucky number. The old lady was not very willing to let your mother be the fourth, but she also felt sorry for her and couldn’t bear to see her cry. So she agreed and even gave a name to the non-existent third child, Sang Cishui. After that, the children of the Sang family had to learn metaphysical arts in their spare time. Your mother’s talent was amazing. She was taken to the main family at the age of nine and only came back once or twice a year. But we would hear news of her every day and every month.”

“Your mother learned the art of raising ghosts. At that time, Ghost Masters were not well-regarded. Although the Xuanmen no longer rejected Ghost Masters, at that time, the appearance of a Ghost Master was still met with disdain and gossip. But your mother used her own strength to shut those people’s mouths. An eight-coin Ghost Master in her twenties, she almost became the chairman of the Xuanmen. She single-handedly pulled up the entire Sang family.”

“Later… she was expelled by the then chairman of the Xuanmen’s Tianji branch for committing a great taboo. The Sang family was also implicated because of this. The main family even forbade the subsequent Sang family students from learning the art of raising ghosts, and also forbade the mention of your mother’s name. This branch of the Donglai Sang family has also been disliked by the main family ever since.”

“What great taboo did she commit?” Sang Jing asked.

Sang Ciying: “I don’t know. The Xuanmen did not make public what she had done.”

At that time, when she had known that Sang Cixin had been expelled from the Xuanmen, her first reaction had been happiness. She had not cared what great taboo she had committed or why she had been expelled.

“A few years later, the news of your mother’s death came back, and you were also brought back to the Sang family.”

Sang Jing pursed her lips. The tea in her cup was a little cold. “I see. You can go.”

Sang Ciying was immediately anxious. “Then what about Xiao Jiu’s matter…”

Sang Jing lowered her eyes and looked at the diary in her hand. “Go back to the Sang family and wait. Out.”

Sang Ciying understood her meaning, and a smile appeared on her face. “…Alright, alright!”

After Sang Ciying left, Xie Yu carefully leaned over and looked at Sang Jing’s face with some concern. “Are you alright?”

She had never heard Sang Jing mention her mother before. It turned out that she herself didn’t know that much.

Sang Jing stroked the corner of the diary, her emotions not fluctuating much.

Perhaps it was because her memories of that person were already blurry, and her feelings had also become thin.

“I’m fine,” her voice was a little hoarse.

Xie Yu felt a little heartbroken. She raised her hand and wrapped it around Sang Jing, her palm gently rubbing her hair.

Sang Jing leaned against her, her breathing slowly becoming steady. Thinking of what Sang Ciying had just said, she took out her phone and found Tan Wei’s chat box.

“Who was the chairman of the Tianji branch more than twenty years ago?”

The other side replied quickly—

“Gu Changning.”