Speaking of Science in a Supernatural Livestream 110

Chapter 110: Cry Again

The familiar voice made Sang Jing happy. She took two big steps forward. “Teacher!”

Teacher?

Sang Cixin was a little surprised. Sang Jing’s teacher was actually a ghost?

Xie Yu started to get nervous again. Sang Jing’s attitude towards her teacher was so respectful. Wasn’t she also a parent? To see two sets of parents in one day, wasn’t this too sudden?

“Xiao Yu.”

Hearing Sang Cixin call her, Xie Yu answered very quickly, “Mm, what’s wrong, Mama?”

Sang Jing hadn’t even gotten used to the address, but Xie Yu was already very proficient.

Sang Cixin also liked to hear it. She asked Xie Yu, who had come over to link her arm with hers, “Is Xiao Jing’s teacher… also a ghost?”

Xie Yu said “ah.” “I think so.”

She was also the founder of the Ghost Dao. It sounded like she was a person from a very, very, very, very, very long time ago. Before, Sang Jing even had to offer incense in the morning and at night.

“You haven’t seen her either?”

Xie Yu shook her head. She had always been by Sang Jing’s side and had only heard her name.

At the front of the incense shop, Sang Jing stood in the middle and introduced them. “Teacher, this is my mother, Sang Cixin, and Sang Cishui. This is the ghost I am raising, Xie Yu. I’ve been out of town for a while and haven’t had time to tell Teacher. Mama, this is my teacher, Ji Zhi.”

Ji Zhi smiled and raised her hand to greet the person and the ghost in front of her. “Hello.”

Actually, she didn’t need Sang Jing’s introduction. She also knew these few. Not to mention Xie Yu, she had already seen Sang Cixin and Sang Cishui more than twenty years ago. A rare case of one body, two souls. If it weren’t for their quick hands, the one who had picked up Sang Jing should have been her and Wen You.

Sang Cixin looked at Ji Zhi in a daze, waves crashing in her heart.

She was also a Ghost Master. Of course, she was familiar with the name Ji Zhi. But was the one in front of her the Ji Zhi she was thinking of?

Ji Zhi reached out and opened the other door. “Come in and sit.”

The shop was brightly lit, and the smell of incense was very strong. There was also a ghost standing by the counter. She was tall and had long legs, and her black long trench coat was cold and noble. The belt was half-undone, and she hadn’t had time to take it off. There was another one on her arm, which seemed to be a couple’s style.

She was holding something like a bill in her hand and was looking down at it.

Sang Cishui, who had just entered, felt her scalp tingle the moment she saw her. The dangerous aura she had felt in the alley was coming from this ghost.

Wen You closed the Book of Life and Death in her hand, looked up, and swept her gaze around, her eyes landing on the ghost with malevolence.

Sang Jing’s brow twitched. Her teacher’s wife was also a ghost official. When she saw Sui Mama, would she take her down directly?

She took two steps and stood between them. Sang Jing smiled at Wen You and greeted her, “Hello, Teacher’s Wife.”

Her little thoughts were too obvious. Wen You’s lips curved. “Mm.”

Seeing Wen You in the shop, Sang Jing was not surprised. But she did not see Hei Wuchang, who should have been in the shop.

Sang Jing licked her lips nervously, then pretended to ask casually, “Why don’t I see Sister Hei? Isn’t it her turn to be on duty tonight?”

Wen You nodded in cooperation. “It should be her. But a few ghost officials are on leave these days. She’s the only one who doesn’t have a vacation this year, so she’s filling in.”

Sang Jing’s hands were sweating. She didn’t have time to feel sorry for Hei Wuchang.

Wen You looked up at her and asked abruptly, “Are you very nervous?”

“No, no. I’ll go and pour some water.”

Sang Jing went to the side to pour water. Wen You looked at Ji Zhi, then received an eye dagger.

Wen You raised an eyebrow in response. What was wrong with teasing her after coming back?

Chang’an was busy crying and making soup with Meng Po every day, so it was not easy to tease her. She could only tease little Sang Jing.

Sang Jing came over with a cup and a kettle. Her peripheral vision caught sight of Wen You walking towards Sang Cishui, and she stopped.

It was unclear if she had sensed the danger, but the malevolence on Sang Cishui began to surge uncontrollably, and there was a hint of a move towards Wen You.

Sang Cishui couldn’t control it and quickly took two steps back to distance herself from Wen You. “I’m sorry.”

Wen You asked in a light voice, “Why don’t you go and sit?”

Sang Cishui smiled bitterly. “These things will hurt them.”

She also wanted to get closer, but she didn’t want to hurt the people she cared about.

In an instant, the temperature in the shop dropped sharply. Sang Cishui felt a domineering and forceful strange ghostly energy wrap around her, and it directly forced back the restless malevolence.

“Alright.”

Sang Cishui looked up in astonishment and found that the cold ghost had already gone to the sofa.

Alright, alright?

She looked at her hands in pleasant surprise. The malevolence had really been suppressed.

“Thank, thank you!” Sang Cishui thanked Wen You, then quickly walked towards Sang Cixin.

When she got to her, she eagerly reached out her hand, but stopped a moment before she touched her. In the end, Sang Cixin took the initiative to hold her hand.

The two hands were held tightly together, and there were no injuries.

Wen You passed by Sang Jing and touched her with the tip of her foot. “What are you in a daze for?”

Sang Jing came back to her senses and blinked her eyes.

Xie Yu took the cup from her hand and helped her separate it. Sang Jing poured the water.

Wen You sat beside Ji Zhi and continued to look at the Book of Life and Death in her hand. Her fingertips slid down the names on it, and finally stopped on the three characters “Sang Cixin.”

The names on the Book of Life and Death were of three colors: gold, red, and black. Because of the entanglement of karma, most of them were mixed colors. It was very rare to have a pure color of these three. Gold represented merit. The heavier the gold, the more merit that person had. The proportion of gold in the three characters “Sang Cixin” was a little more than the others on that page.

Ji Zhi was half-leaning on Wen You. She glanced at the Book of Life and Death and snorted with an unclear meaning.

Wen You turned to look at her, then continued to flip through the Book of Life and Death.

She found Xie Yu.

Xie Yu’s name on it was almost all gold.

“Xie Yu.”

Suddenly being called out, Xie Yu and Sang Jing sat up straight in unison, then both looked at Wen You, who had spoken, one more nervous than the other.

“The people and ghosts involved in Gu Changning’s case all have to go through the judgment of the Special Investigation Team and Fengdu before their whereabouts are decided. But you and Sang Jing have already made a contract in advance. According to the rules, between you two…” Wen You raised her finger and pointed at the thread between them, saying something that made them want to die. “It doesn’t count.”

Before Sang Jing could react, Xie Yu had already retorted, “Why doesn’t it count? We went to the City God Temple and went through the procedures. This thread was even tied by Sister Hei for us.”

Sang Jing glanced at her teacher and found that she had not spoken and had no reaction. Her face turned pale.

Alright, now there was no need to beg Sister Hei. She and Xie Yu were both the problem.

“Hei Wuchang?” Wen You crossed her legs. “What she says doesn’t count.”

Xie Yu: “…”

Sang Jing: “…”

Xie Yu was about to say something more, but Sang Jing held her back and asked in a low voice, “Then according to Fengdu’s arrangement, where will Xie Yu go?”

Xie Yu turned her head and glared at her. “Sang Jing! You dare to let me go!”

Sang Cixin and Sang Cishui on the side were also anxious, but Wen You could directly suppress the malevolence and could even say “what Hei Wuchang says doesn’t count.” Her identity was probably not simple.

“She was harmed by others and can be directly exempted from the process of reincarnation. After drinking Meng Po’s soup, she will be reincarnated directly. In her next life, she will be taken care of and will be safe, smooth, carefree, and prosperous.”

“I don’t want to!” Xie Yu held Sang Jing’s hand tightly, her soul also trembling with fear.

She knew that if this was really Fengdu’s meaning, she could not resist, and Sang Jing could not resist either.

Sang Jing looked up at Ji Zhi, her voice a little choked. “Teacher.”

Wen You raised an eyebrow at Ji Zhi imperceptibly.

Ji Zhi was also a little surprised that Sang Jing would call her.

“You said before that a Ghost Master who raises a ghost must have both the person and the ghost willing. Fengdu will also respect the ghost’s wishes. Now I am willing to raise Xie Yu, and Xie Yu is also willing to be my ghost. Shouldn’t Fengdu respect our wishes?”

At this moment, Sang Jing felt that she was very selfish. According to Fengdu’s arrangement, Xie Yu would have a good life in her next life. But she was unwilling to watch Xie Yu drink Meng Po’s soup, forget everything, and be reincarnated.

The reincarnated Xie Yu would not be her Xie Yu.

After leaving the Sang family, Sang Jing rarely tried to figure out other people’s thoughts, and rarely used her harmless appearance in the eyes of others to win sympathy.

Now her eyes were red as she held back her tears and looked at Ji Zhi, her eyes filled with helplessness and sadness.

Ji Zhi’s heart immediately softened. She raised her hand and patted Wen You’s leg. “It’s all your fault.”

Wen You: “…”

She hadn’t expected to scare her to tears with just a few sentences.

Ji Zhi took a tissue and handed it to Sang Jing. Sang Jing took it and wiped her tears, sobbing.

Xie Yu had a feeling that Sang Jing was doing it on purpose, but it was not a good time to ask now. She was excited because of what Sang Jing had just said.

That was a confession!

How difficult it was for the reserved person to say such a thing.

Wen You coughed lightly, her face a little cold. “What are you crying for? It’s not like I said I was going to separate you.”

She had lost to Ji Zhi last time and was not convinced, so they had started another round.

If she told Sang Jing that she and Xie Yu were going to be separated, would Sang Jing fight for herself?

Ji Zhi had bet she would, and Wen You had bet she wouldn’t.

She had lost completely.

Ji Zhi wanted to laugh, but because there were outsiders, she gave Wen You some face and held it in. “It’s alright. Your teacher’s wife is just scaring you. With this thread, she is your ghost. It counts.”

Xie Yu: “…”

She let out a sigh of relief in her heart and couldn’t help but mutter, What an old ghost. Scaring people for fun. She almost scared this ghost to death.

Sang Jing looked at Wen You with red eyes and nose.

Her teacher’s wife looked so serious and calm, but she was also quite childish.

Wen You didn’t speak anymore. Ji Zhi reached out and poked her, but she didn’t respond.

She was angry.

She had to be coaxed again.

Ji Zhi sighed. She had been angry as a child, and she was still angry now.

“Xiao Jing, I saw the talisman you modified last night,” Ji Zhi said, bringing up the real business.

The ups and downs of her emotions made Sang Jing a little unable to turn around.

“It was very well done,” Ji Zhi praised her. “You can graduate.”

Graduated…

Sang Jing’s eyes, which had just cried, slowly curved.

She had graduated.

“Sang Jing, you’ve graduated!” Xie Yu also hugged her happily and shook her.

“Is there any graduation gift you want?” Ji Zhi was also smiling.

Actually, with Sang Jing’s strength, she could have graduated long ago. It was just that she had always felt that she had not learned well enough and could not graduate yet.

“Teacher,” Sang Jing took a breath and glanced at Sang Cixin and Sang Cishui, who were leaning against each other on the side. “Do you have a way to suppress this malevolence?”

“For a ghost like her, to get rid of the malevolence on her, she has to go to Fengdu,” Wen You said nonchalantly.

Hearing her words, Sang Jing pursed her lips. “I know.”

Her teacher’s wife was a ghost official of Fengdu and would not let Sui Mama stay.

“But if it’s just to suppress it, there is a way,” Ji Zhi said and saw Sang Jing’s eyes shining as she looked at her.

Ji Zhi gave her a look. Sang Jing looked at Wen You and said in a small voice, “Teacher’s Wife, can you pretend you didn’t hear or see?”

Wen You was amused by her, then said coolly, “Do you really think you can hide her malevolence from Fengdu by suppressing it? She is the key to Gu Changning’s case. You can’t hide it.”

Sang Jing lowered her head. Sang Cixin and Sang Cishui, who were listening on the side, also looked dim.

“But…” Wen You suddenly changed the subject. “The two of them are one body, two souls. This is an accident. Logically, they should share a lifespan. Sang Cixin’s lifespan is not yet over, and Sang Cishui’s is the same. Now the underworld is busy dealing with Gu Changning, and after counting all the people and ghosts she has harmed, she will finally be convicted. The eighteen hells are indispensable. But before that, she will have to experience all the harm those people have suffered.”

“The malevolence on Sang Cishui is also because of her. The process of eliminating the malevolence is very painful, and this pain should not be borne by Sang Cishui. In the end, it will still be transferred to Gu Changning and Xia Changqing, and they will reap what they have sown. I can push this process back.”

Sang Jing blinked her eyes and began to think about her words.

Push it back… can it be understood as, Sui Mama can stay for a while?

Her gaze turned to her teacher, and she saw her smile and nod.

She was right.

Sang Jing was both surprised and happy. “Thank you, Teacher’s Wife!”

Wen You’s lips twitched. She took out her phone and sent a work notice to Hei and Bai Wuchang.

Ji Zhi took out an exquisite chain, on which were carved complex formations and talismans.

Sang Jing recognized it as a magical artifact at a glance, and a very high-level one at that.

“Wear it, and you can suppress the malevolence,” Ji Zhi said, placing the magical artifact in Sang Jing’s hand.

“Alright, the thing has been delivered,” Ji Zhi stood up, and Wen You followed.

“Are Teacher and Teacher’s Wife leaving?”

“Mm, we’ll be busy for a while, accompanying your teacher’s wife to work overtime,” Ji Zhi said, raising her hand to pinch Sang Jing’s cheek. “Not bad. You even know how to act pitiful now.”

Sang Jing’s face was a little hot. If it weren’t for being scared by her teacher’s wife, she wouldn’t have acted pitiful to her teacher.

“We’re leaving.”

A Ghost Gate opened in the incense shop, and Ji Zhi and Wen You walked in side by side.

As soon as Wen You left, Sang Cishui felt the ghostly energy that had been restraining her disappear. She quickly let go of Sang Cixin’s hand and moved a little further away from her.

As expected, a moment later, the blood-red malevolence appeared on her again.

Seeing this, Sang Jing quickly came over with the magical artifact and put it on Sang Cishui’s hand.

The malevolence that had just surged up retreated again. Sang Cixin murmured in shock, “This can’t be… Yaoguang, can it?”

Besides Yaoguang, she couldn’t think of any other magical artifact that could suppress malevolence so completely.

“Xiao Jing, your teacher is Ji Zhi, that founder of the Ghost Dao, Ji Zhi?” Sang Cixin felt that it was very likely.

Yaoguang was a magical artifact refined by the founder of the Dao, Yun Zaiqing. It was said that it was originally refined for the ghost of the founder of the Ghost Dao, Ji Zhi.

Sang Jing nodded. “Mm.”

Sang Cixin took a whole night to digest this information.

After that, Sang Jing took them out for a meal, and then found a temporary place for her two mothers to stay.

Returning to the incense shop, washing up, and lying on the bed, Sang Jing looked at the ceiling, her heart full.

Everything that had happened today was so good, so good that it was almost unreal.

A ghost rolled up and flopped onto her.

“Are you happy?” Xie Yu’s hand poked Sang Jing’s dimple. “You’re even smiling.”

“Am I smiling?” Sang Jing grabbed her hand.

“You are,” Xie Yu’s fingers used a little force to lift the corners of her lips up again. “If you want to smile, then smile. You should be happy today.”

Sang Jing smiled, and Xie Yu felt the vibration in her chest.

She hugged Xie Yu and laughed for a while. Then she heard her say, “When you told your teacher’s wife that you were willing to raise me, were you deliberately crying?”

Sang Jing didn’t speak.

Xie Yu pinched her chin and wouldn’t let go. “Were you, were you?”

Xie Yu shot up and propped herself up on Sang Jing. “You were crying so much your eyes were red, and the tip of your nose was also red. It was so pretty.”

Sang Jing: “…”

“Can you cry again?”